<?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-11026003</id><updated>2011-11-30T16:05:33.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk quietly... Carry a big stick</title><subtitle type='html'>Always remember: Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them, you're a mile away, and you have their shoes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113800588707913636</id><published>2006-01-23T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T00:44:47.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye blogspot</title><content type='html'>Methinks I'm leaving blogspot behind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be using myspace instead.&lt;br /&gt;For those that still want to read my blog [unlikely], post a comment and I'll get you the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113800588707913636?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113800588707913636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113800588707913636' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113800588707913636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113800588707913636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/bye-bye-blogspot.html' title='Bye bye blogspot'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113781841274148278</id><published>2006-01-20T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:40:12.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays = Laziness</title><content type='html'>Sorry. It's the heat I swear. Also not being online would be an issue, as to why I haven't posted lately.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing a lot of driving practise, and yesterday I saw some of my school friends.&lt;br /&gt;Today I did stuff for dad, and over the weekend my boss will be coming for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the day before Aust. day, a good friend of mine is having a party, yay!&lt;br /&gt;The weekend after that I'll be babysitting my neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;And, on a very happy note, my parents are going away this Sunday and coming back on Tuesday. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry people, no parties. &lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Good luck with that girl, James.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113781841274148278?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113781841274148278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113781841274148278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113781841274148278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113781841274148278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/holidays-laziness.html' title='Holidays = Laziness'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113689418521280610</id><published>2006-01-10T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:56:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving</title><content type='html'>That's some scary stuff!&lt;br /&gt;I went for my first drive today. Dad and I went around the block three times. Took us 1/2 an hour.&lt;br /&gt;I stalled it alot, but I didn't dent anything. I ran up a curb (only one, mind you), and because of that almost hit a small tree (it was merely a sapling!). Poor Dad, freaked out a bit. Once or twice all I could hear was: "dont do that dont do that dont do that!!" in my ear. &lt;br /&gt;Was ok though... Despite everything.&lt;br /&gt;...And we're going to do it all again tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113689418521280610?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113689418521280610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113689418521280610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113689418521280610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113689418521280610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/driving.html' title='Driving'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113680731475701627</id><published>2006-01-09T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T03:48:34.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.bebo.com/bored2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type=submit value="Don't Click Here" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113680731475701627?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113680731475701627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113680731475701627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113680731475701627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113680731475701627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113679254098719434</id><published>2006-01-09T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:42:21.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day for Renée</title><content type='html'>Well, I got my hair cut, went out and had brunch, donated blood, passed my Ls test, caught the train, gone to the optometrists, went and had a coffee, and now I'm back home again. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;The hair cut was ok, I let Maria cut a few inches off, and although it's kinda short now [in my opinion, anyway], it'll grow back.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Wedges for brunch! Mum and Dad both had stuff with lots of tomato in it- ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Donating went well- I didn't almost faint this time. I still can't stand the needle. It freaks me out. I took off the bandaid a bit early cause it was hurting me, and I discovered a hole in my arm! I know it's supposed to be there, 'cause that's what happens when some one puts a needle into you but geez, it's kinda big!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yay! Finally got my Ls! Well, passed the test. I had to go and get something signed re: my glasses, so I haven't got the picture taken or anything, but I'm partway there, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Had to catch the train home, which was ok. Some Mum's are so mean on their kids, I noticed. "Shut up or I'm gonna hafta slap you again!" "Will yous guys just shut up!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Dad wanted some sunnies so we visited the good ol' eye doctor. Also got that form filled out for the driving thing, so I can go back in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Coffee after- yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...That's about it. I have dancing tonight, to get ready for the Schützenfest. I'll also find out if I have to work or not... Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113679254098719434?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113679254098719434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113679254098719434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113679254098719434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113679254098719434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/busy-day-for-rene.html' title='Busy day for Renée'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113669002533152591</id><published>2006-01-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T19:13:45.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My foot!</title><content type='html'>I have a bruise on my right foot... I don't know how I got it, and how long I've had it for, but it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new... Well, still no phone call or sms. Not that I'm expecting anything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my hair cut tomorrow. I need to decide what I want done. Hmmm... ideas?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are getting boring, sadly. &lt;br /&gt;Although, the Schützenfest is coming up soon. Come one, come all! It'll be great fun. I'll be there!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a year 12 now. How weird. Finally made it to the top of the food chain! Watch out year 8s!&lt;br /&gt;That's enough now. Dad's almost home- he's bringing FOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113669002533152591?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113669002533152591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113669002533152591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113669002533152591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113669002533152591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-foot.html' title='My foot!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113654729604644169</id><published>2006-01-06T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T03:35:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Oh dear, what can the matter be? &lt;br /&gt;Two fat ladies stuck in the lavatory. &lt;br /&gt;They were there from Monday to Saturday, &lt;br /&gt;nobody knew they were there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...That's about all I have to say, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113654729604644169?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113654729604644169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113654729604644169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113654729604644169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113654729604644169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113654704115682316</id><published>2006-01-06T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T03:30:41.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sorry Cam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113654704115682316?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113654704115682316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113654704115682316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113654704115682316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113654704115682316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-sorry-cam.html' title='I&apos;m so sorry Cam!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113629140268025086</id><published>2006-01-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T04:30:02.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juuust quickly...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday: Went iceskating with James, Chef and Holman... Was lots of fun. Saw Rosie there. She's liking the Emo guy a fair bit I've heard...&lt;br /&gt;Today: Went and saw Narnia with Angus, Doug, Lachlan, Steven, Roxy and Sarah. Good movie, but I still don't get why Peter never got any blood on his sword. After the movie we played [Angus, Steven and myself] air hockey. I only won one game. oh well. I also bought a bikini! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: I'm seeing my brother off at the airport, and going to Andrew's house to do... I don't know, actually. Angelo, Brendan, Sian, Bronnie, some other people and maybe Seb will be there. Please oh please be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: New years turned out to be alot of fun... Except for the homemade schnapps bit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113629140268025086?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113629140268025086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113629140268025086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113629140268025086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113629140268025086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2006/01/juuust-quickly.html' title='Juuust quickly...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113593989024837433</id><published>2005-12-30T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:51:30.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday night</title><content type='html'>Well, I received an unexpected SMS from Robert, asking if I wanted to go down to the Bay to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;So I did. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Robert was there, as well as his best mate Jack, and some girl they met at a party, Danielle, who was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, sure, but weird. It's the first time I've seen Robert since we broke up.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing untoward happened. We [Robert and myself] won the last game of the night, which was good. I pocketed the winning ball! Go me! Although, if I didn't get it in someone said they'd slap me.&lt;br /&gt;I can't figure out if I was expecting something to happen or not. I suppose I was, but in the end it's best nothing did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years isn't looking very exciting. Angelo invited me to a friend's party, but I can't go because Mum and Dad [more Mum than anything] claim they don't know who Angelo is, and therefore I'm not allowed to go. Which is stupid 'cause Andrew goes out with random people all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to One Tree Hill, to my boss' father in law's place. No children, just myself and my brother. The other people are my boss' sons and girlfriends, my parents, and probably some other adults I don't know. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113593989024837433?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113593989024837433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113593989024837433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113593989024837433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113593989024837433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/thursday-night.html' title='Thursday night'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113563973515921084</id><published>2005-12-27T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:28:55.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm doing something interesting!</title><content type='html'>...For once.&lt;br /&gt;My friend is making a movie, [arthouse film] and I'm in it!&lt;br /&gt;How exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and update when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113563973515921084?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113563973515921084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113563973515921084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113563973515921084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113563973515921084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-im-doing-something-interesting.html' title='Today I&apos;m doing something interesting!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113549113788524335</id><published>2005-12-25T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T22:12:17.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This year...</title><content type='html'>1) Was 2005 a good year for you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What was your favorite moment of the year? At the moment? The end of The Cat Empire concert. Also when the plane landed in Australia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What was your least favorite moment of the year? Uh... Dunno. The unpleasantness of my break-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 began? Infront of a 'castle' in Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Who were you with? Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends? Friends and [maybe] family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Did you keep your new years resolution of 2005? I didn't make any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you have a new years resolution for 2006? Pass year 12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Did you fall in love in 2005? Kinda. Yea, I think. Love is such a strong word, methinks. Actually, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) If yes, with who? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) If yes, do they know? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Are you still in love with them? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you regret it? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Did you breakup with anyone in 2005? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Did you make any new friends in 2005? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Who are your favorite new friends? Angelo, Brendan, Bronnie, Sian, Sylvie [well, that one was kinda 2004 but never mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your favorite month of 2005? Hmmm... January. German was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Did you travel outside of the your country in 2005? Yes. To Germany :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) How many different states did you travel to in 2005? Hmmm... Two. Victoria and Tasmania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005? Lose how? Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Did you miss anybody in the past year? Yea, missed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What was your favorite movie that you saw in 2005? Hmmm... Identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What was your favorite song from 2005? Perfekte Welle - Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What was your favorite record from 2005? CD? Two Shoes - The Cat Empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) How many concerts did you see in 2005? Ummm... two maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Did you have a favorite concert in 2005? Hell yes. The Cat Empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005? Not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) did you take any drugs in 2005? Panadol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) How many people did you sleep with in 2005? Noone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year? Yea, little stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005? Some white lies I was told pissed me off. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Did you treat somebody badly in 2005? Probably. Not intentionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005? In a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) How much money did you spend in 2005? A fair bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) What was your proudest moment of 2005? I've been in band for five years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) What was your most embarrassing moment of 2005? Ummm... Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 what would you change? Not sure. [feeling a bit indecisive atm!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What are your plans for 2006? To travel [maybe not far], pass year 12, have HEAPS of fun, and do my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113549113788524335?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113549113788524335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113549113788524335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113549113788524335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113549113788524335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-year.html' title='This year...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113549031292326001</id><published>2005-12-25T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T21:58:32.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Frohe Weinachten!&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Noël!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Navidad!&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Natale! (Don't know if that one's right)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you're all having a great [two] day[s]!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113549031292326001?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113549031292326001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113549031292326001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113549031292326001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113549031292326001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113515623792847458</id><published>2005-12-21T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:10:37.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy me...</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lazy. Can't be bothered typing...&lt;br /&gt;What's new? Well...&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going out to dinner tomorrow night, after work.&lt;br /&gt;-I start work at 6am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;-Then I work on Friday and Saturday too.&lt;br /&gt;-No updates re:Abman. Although, we have been sending the occasional SMS, which is a start.&lt;br /&gt;-My finger is healing well. I can't completely use it, but it doesn't hurt so much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-I didn't go to CbC, which I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;-I've wrapped all my Christmas presents! I love doing that, it's so exciting.&lt;br /&gt;-We have an icecream maker, which makes very nice icecream... Yum...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I'm lost for typing ideas.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with this: "sebbys a champ and u have to get married and ill play trumpet at ur wedding. haha, ive got it all planned out."&lt;br /&gt;Sarah, you're a champ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113515623792847458?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113515623792847458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113515623792847458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113515623792847458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113515623792847458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazy-me.html' title='Lazy me...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113515571418443479</id><published>2005-12-21T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:01:54.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marks</title><content type='html'>I got &lt;br /&gt;18 for German, and&lt;br /&gt;15 for English Communications.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113515571418443479?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113515571418443479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113515571418443479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113515571418443479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113515571418443479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/marks.html' title='Marks'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113498466592981203</id><published>2005-12-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T01:31:05.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>I really shouldn't listen to sad music when I'm down... Makes me teary.&lt;br /&gt;...Sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113498466592981203?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113498466592981203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113498466592981203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113498466592981203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113498466592981203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113464953746755953</id><published>2005-12-15T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T04:25:37.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found!</title><content type='html'>Well... He came to band today. I got to see him, at least. Not much else. When we wern't playing he had little Charlie hanging off his arm. You can't exactly do the whole PDA thing infront of a little kid like him ...I never said I didn't want to. &lt;br /&gt;Nah. I'm not like some people I know *cough bus stops cough*.&lt;br /&gt;Well... I don't really have much else to write. Except that I'm really into him, and I hope he knows it 'cause... I don't know. Also, I'm working from 9am-9pm tomorrow... *sigh*... Think of the money, Renée...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113464953746755953?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113464953746755953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113464953746755953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113464953746755953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113464953746755953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/found.html' title='Found!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113455884825161068</id><published>2005-12-14T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T03:14:08.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action?</title><content type='html'>...Where is he?&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling today, and the answering machine answered but I didn't leave a message.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I see him tomorrow, I'll be really cut if he's not there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113455884825161068?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113455884825161068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113455884825161068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113455884825161068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113455884825161068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in action?'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113445954952225709</id><published>2005-12-13T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:39:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Bye bye social life!</title><content type='html'>I am very frustrated at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;I just called my boss to ask when I'm working next, expecting her to tell me 10 on Thursday, but it was not to be. I'm now working Thursday 9am-5pm, Friday 10am-9pm, Saturday 8am-3pm. Yes, I know it's money, but when do I get to go out? Parties are normally on Friday nights, and now I can't go because a) I'll be buggered from working 19 hours, and b) I'll still have to go to work on Saturday morning...&lt;br /&gt;I should've just called on Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113445954952225709?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113445954952225709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113445954952225709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113445954952225709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113445954952225709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/bye-bye-social-life.html' title='...Bye bye social life!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113445976349006788</id><published>2005-12-13T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T23:42:43.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>War wound?</title><content type='html'>After coming back from the doctor's, I now have a bandage on my finger... A bit excessive don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113445976349006788?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113445976349006788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113445976349006788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113445976349006788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113445976349006788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/war-wound.html' title='War wound?'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113429029154939609</id><published>2005-12-11T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:38:11.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My finger</title><content type='html'>Guess who cut their finger on the meat slicer at work yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113429029154939609?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113429029154939609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113429029154939609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113429029154939609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113429029154939609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-finger.html' title='My finger'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113412022864260830</id><published>2005-12-09T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:23:48.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapol Camp</title><content type='html'>Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Camp was awesome- it's soo weird being a supervisor. &lt;br /&gt;The drive there was boring, but still...&lt;br /&gt;I got to &lt;br /&gt;• Surf (The one time I tried to stand up I fell off)&lt;br /&gt;• Swim in a salt lake (very boyant, you float so easy! ...But freezing)&lt;br /&gt;• Absail (a real let down, I thought it would've been scarier)&lt;br /&gt;• Do a high ropes course (climb around on stuff a long way from the ground... I loved it!)&lt;br /&gt;• Balance on a wire (...and have Lil Ellen fall on top of me and make me fall on top of Belly... We all managed to stay on the wire...)&lt;br /&gt;• Run around blindfolded (It doesn't help when the person directing you doesn't know her left from her right... Beth...)&lt;br /&gt;• Organise a newspaper parade (I helped dress Gorilla, Sarah, Al and Belly- soo scary! Let's go Charlie's Angels!)&lt;br /&gt;• And lots of other stuff... Like falling asleep in buses... And doing a really bad skit... And getting little bruises on my knees from doing pushups on the floor... And cheating in the quiz night with my team: Team Discovery, as Kai named it...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired now I can't be bothered writing these things down properly! But it was alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Mac-Kai-Bediva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113412022864260830?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113412022864260830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113412022864260830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113412022864260830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113412022864260830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/sapol-camp.html' title='Sapol Camp'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113369898124613901</id><published>2005-12-04T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T04:23:01.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Llama</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/showpet.php?b=bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weDFmZWQxZiZjbj1sbGFtYSBhdXMgeW9rb2hhbWEmYW49cmVu6WU="&gt;&lt;img src="http://petimage.bunnyherolabs.com/adopt/petimage/bWM9bGxhbWEuc3dmJmNscj0weDFmZWQxZiZjbj1sbGFtYSBhdXMgeW9rb2hhbWEmYW49cmVu6WU=.png" width="250" height="300" border="0" alt="my pet!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END bunnyhero labs pet code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113369898124613901?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113369898124613901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113369898124613901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113369898124613901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113369898124613901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-llama.html' title='My Llama'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113340342901358435</id><published>2005-12-01T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:17:09.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Putzen</title><content type='html'>Heute hab' ich geputzt.&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;br /&gt;So viel spaß!&lt;br /&gt;Ich weiß nicht was ich machen soll!&lt;br /&gt;Ich bin so froh!&lt;br /&gt;Ja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mir ist soo langweilig...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113340342901358435?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113340342901358435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113340342901358435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113340342901358435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113340342901358435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/12/putzen.html' title='Putzen'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113333382643499806</id><published>2005-11-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:57:06.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free!</title><content type='html'>Exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally free!&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Such a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;...But what am I going to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113333382643499806?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113333382643499806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113333382643499806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113333382643499806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113333382643499806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/free.html' title='Free!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113312992847625687</id><published>2005-11-27T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:18:48.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend... :D</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'll go from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I was working, so nothing much happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I worked and then played at the James Morrison concert. It was pretty awesome, I was sitting in the front row of cornets again, and once we'd finished playing I sat in the audience with Angelo, Abman and Beth. [I didn't mind sitting next to you at all, Angelo] By the end of the night I was pretty fatigued, as I'd worked almost 16 hours. Made me a bit giggly... Slightly embarassing but Abman took care of me walking up the stairs, so I didn't fall over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the best day ever! ...Except for that minor incident early in the morning. But still. I lazed around the whole morning, went for a walk to get the paper, and wasted the day away, until about 3, when my whole family went to Steph and Amy's emgagement party. Sadly, I was pretty bored, but there was good food and my brother seemed to be taking advantage of the readily avaliable alcohol... &lt;br /&gt;Kerrianne gave us [myself and my brother] a lift to Thebby, so we didn't have to catch a taxi, which was good. We got there a fair bit early, so we walked down to Subway and got some cookies... Mmm... Anyway, the line was pretty long once we'd got back, but we got in there eventually. We saw Pip on the way in, and Abman came and said hi once he'd got there, but then went off quickly to say hi to a friend. Then 'King Curly' started and everyone moved forward, so we couldn't get back to him. Didn't matter much 'cause Andrew and I went to the back for a while so we could sit down and just listen. Also because we knew we'd be standing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, 'King Curly' finished, and Andrew and I had to push our way back into the crowd. Some people wern't too happy about it, but doesn't matter. On the way we found Pip and her friend, and we all got closer to the front. Well, me made it to where Kita was. He was stoned off his face, and I got a message from Abman "I'm front and centre. Where are you? Come to me" so we were on the move again. We were about 2 meters from the stage, and right in the middle. 'Twas good.  &lt;br /&gt;Then The Cat Empire came on, accompanied by a "Space Cowboy", who, to start the show, swallowed two swords... By swallowed I mean 'deep throated' two swords. Ewww... So cool, but soo gross ...So then the music started. Woo! It was heaps good. It was, of course, spaced by visits from our friend the Space Cowboy, who also swallowed a neon light, and then, in the encore, swallowed one of those long balloons [like, couldn't see it out of his mouth], put a sword down there to pop it, and then (I did not see this coming. Abman scared the shit out of me when he said "What are the tongs for?") put tongs down his throat and retrieved the balloon ...Aaand put the slime that was on it back in his mouth...&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Abman and I were grooving on the dance floor. At some stage he put his arm around my waist... I couldn't have been happier. Then, at the end, after the encore, he gave me a biiiiiig hug, then a smile, and then he kissed me... *sigh* I couldn't get the smile off my face, and I still can't. Poor Andrew, who was standing next to me at the time, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my weekend. My last exam [French] is tomorrow, and then I'm free!! So, til then, cyaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113312992847625687?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113312992847625687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113312992847625687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113312992847625687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113312992847625687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-weekend-d.html' title='My Weekend... :D'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113304254153520012</id><published>2005-11-27T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T14:02:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About A Rude Awakening</title><content type='html'>Last night at about 2.30 in the morning I was woken up because SOMEONE WAS THROWING EGGS AT MY HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;Not very nice. Whoever they were threw some, [managed to ring the door bell, don't know how] ran away, and then came back 10 minutes later. We didn't know what is was to start with. We still don't know who it was...&lt;br /&gt;It scared the shit out of me! All I hear is this loud BANG and I'm wide awake. Dad's outside now cleaning it up. Don't throw eggs, people, you're hurting the chickens' feelings!&lt;br /&gt;And mine. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113304254153520012?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113304254153520012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113304254153520012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113304254153520012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113304254153520012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/talk-about-rude-awakening.html' title='Talk About A Rude Awakening'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113298780108837510</id><published>2005-11-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:50:01.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless Update:</title><content type='html'>I'm hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Told you it was meaningless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113298780108837510?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113298780108837510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113298780108837510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113298780108837510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113298780108837510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/meaningless-update.html' title='Meaningless Update:'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113298496952837592</id><published>2005-11-26T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T22:02:49.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird emails...</title><content type='html'>James [who, incidentally, 'rox my sox'] sent me an email which read:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;YOU CAN ASK ME FIVE QUESTIONS::&lt;br /&gt;&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;No matter how random, reveling, rude, naughty or pointless&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I promise to answer them 100% truthfully&lt;br /&gt;&gt;All questions are COMPLETELY confidential...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;If u do not send a blank copy to all your contacts first...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;are you afraid of what people may ask you??&lt;br /&gt;It's a forward, of course. I thought it was kinda weird.. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;I think this post was just an excuse to return the favor- I got a mention on James' blog. Cheers buddy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113298496952837592?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113298496952837592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113298496952837592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113298496952837592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113298496952837592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/weird-emails.html' title='Weird emails...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113264435307082467</id><published>2005-11-22T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:25:53.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est magnifique!</title><content type='html'>I'm updating for the second time this week! Omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was boring. I woke up late, was happily reading in my bed, when there was a knock at the door. What I found immediately odd was that they [whoever they were] knocked on the stained glass next to the door instead of using the doorbell, which you will find is right next to the glass, inbetween it and the door, infact. So, seeing as I only had my PJs on and it was almost 10, I decided not to answer the door. Turns out I did the right thing. My parents tell me they were those religious people... I can't remember the word at the moment. Anyway, I'm not too fond of being preached to, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much is new... Abman messaged me early Sunday morning, but that's beside the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing with James Morrison! A once in a lifetime experice that I will be experiencing for the second time! And Angelo will be there, and Bronnie, and Sian, and Brendan, and that new guy [insert his name here, I've forgotten it], and... of course... Abman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday, I'm going to an engagement party, at which I will have full access to alcohol, and then I'm going to the Cat Empire Concert. Abman is going, too. How exciting. The party should be good, even though noone my age is likely to be there. I'm actually going out, for once! Although, that said, my parents will be there... *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I'm excited anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113264435307082467?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113264435307082467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113264435307082467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113264435307082467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113264435307082467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/cest-magnifique.html' title='C&apos;est magnifique!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113257138117750727</id><published>2005-11-21T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T03:09:41.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam week</title><content type='html'>Well hi there!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to exam week... &lt;br /&gt;I have Maths on Wed, Bio on Fri, and French on... Oh I can't remember. Next week sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Maths- not too stressed&lt;br /&gt;Bio- omg Freak out! Teacher hasn't taught us anything!&lt;br /&gt;French- meh. Fairly indifferent. I'll get there. &lt;br /&gt;Ok well seeing as my Dad wants the comp, I should go. &lt;br /&gt;Grrr...&lt;br /&gt;Gottogoseeyoulaterbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113257138117750727?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113257138117750727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113257138117750727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113257138117750727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113257138117750727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/exam-week.html' title='Exam week'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113205542986365496</id><published>2005-11-15T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T03:50:29.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>Well, I really don't want to do my (very overdue) French homework, so I'll write something instead.&lt;br /&gt;My ear feels funny.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching Rove, aaand still avoiding homework...&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do...&lt;br /&gt;School is soo overrated. Geez. Bring on holidays!&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what! I'm going on a camp! Woo! How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's about bedtime for me... I'm kinda sick...&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113205542986365496?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113205542986365496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113205542986365496' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113205542986365496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113205542986365496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113179550168531179</id><published>2005-11-12T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:38:21.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Angelo! (Approve of my aliteration??)</title><content type='html'>I will be coming to band this Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;Hip hip hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113179550168531179?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113179550168531179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113179550168531179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113179550168531179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113179550168531179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/attention-angelo-approve-of-my.html' title='Attention Angelo! (Approve of my aliteration??)'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113124526360869903</id><published>2005-11-06T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:47:43.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys. School, etc has been a pain.&lt;br /&gt;I had my oral moderation for German on Wednesday. It went well, I'm hoping for a 28 or 29 /30. It was a 15 minute 'interview' of sorts, but it felt like 5 minutes. That's good, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Cabaret night was on Friday. Went well, but I was slightly dissapointed that I only got to play two songs. It was a good feeling up on stage, and great acoustics. Although my solo wasn't too impressive, I still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Also on Friday was prefect voting. I nominated myself, and made the shortlist, so I was kinda nervous. In fact, I still am. Hopefully we find out the results tomorrow. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw Angelo. Hey buddyboy, thanks for the hug!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to work, as usual. Came home, fell asleep for about two hours. Then I hopped onto the net, and was happily chatting away when I got a phone call. I never get calls 'cause I'm fairly busy. Haha. Well, it was Robert. Hmmm... Enough on that, methinks. Let's not get too excited. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, things are on the up. Yay! Why did I say other than that? Maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;...I love you, don't be shy to say. Oh!... &lt;-- love that ad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113124526360869903?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113124526360869903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113124526360869903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113124526360869903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113124526360869903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113041366608146108</id><published>2005-10-27T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T04:47:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>He's at his fucking graduation. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just scream.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't he tell me?&lt;br /&gt;...I could've been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, I just need to vent some of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell. What's he trying to do!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113041366608146108?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113041366608146108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113041366608146108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113041366608146108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113041366608146108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113024289037278159</id><published>2005-10-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T05:21:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Angelo? Anyone? I think I really need to talk to someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it doesn't seem like much, really, I'm just really confused.&lt;br /&gt;PMS doesn't help. Makes me all emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh fuck. I'm so confused. I wish this wouldn't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113024289037278159?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113024289037278159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113024289037278159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113024289037278159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113024289037278159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113015530215674080</id><published>2005-10-24T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T05:01:42.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goss</title><content type='html'>It's weird. I'm talking to a friend of mine from Germany on msn, you know how it is...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she asks me what's new. To start with, I can't think of anything, and then *snap!* it all comes to me. Just random stuff. So I've decided to write some of it here. For old time's sake? Maybe. (Afterthought- there seems to be alot of random stuff here, too. Doesn't matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;∆ Wiebke and Lachlan are going out, and have been since the MacRob exchange in term 3.&lt;br /&gt;∆ Wiebke's from Germany. So's Lisa. They're fantastic people...&lt;br /&gt;∆ And then we have the OTHER German, who arrived last week. None of 'us' like her. She's arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;∆ There's a Cat Empire concert coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;∆ I'm going. (27th Nov at Thebby)&lt;br /&gt;∆ Ms Russack went away on long service leave and came back decidedly thinner. Not much, but still. Those from AHS know who I'm talking about... Ewww...&lt;br /&gt;∆ A few years ago for muck up day some students put weed killer on one of our ovals in the shape -outline- of a giant penis.&lt;br /&gt;∆ I have a big bruise on my leg. Which I've already written about.&lt;br /&gt;∆ Svenja doesn't talk to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;∆ It seems all of my friends will be studying in Melbourne after school's over.&lt;br /&gt;∆ Apparently -a guy- asked my brother a month or so back if when I flirted with him I meant it or not. :s&lt;br /&gt;∆ Charlotte and I might be going to Europe together.&lt;br /&gt;∆ Prefect nominations are due in tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to an end, 'cause I haven't finished that yet.&lt;br /&gt;Vote 1 Renée!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113015530215674080?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113015530215674080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113015530215674080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113015530215674080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113015530215674080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/goss.html' title='Goss'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113005179779451626</id><published>2005-10-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:16:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, band, dancing... Homework. V.2</title><content type='html'>**Note: You should read "work, band, dancing... homework" before reading this.**&lt;br /&gt;There was an upside to Tanunda. Angelo will understand completely. &lt;br /&gt;Abman.&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe there's a risk of giving myself away on this one, but meh. I'll tell some of the story.&lt;br /&gt;He was being a cheerful bugger all day. &lt;br /&gt;Infact, he was hugging my leg at some stage. [He was sitting on the floor, and I was standing up.]&lt;br /&gt;Then, when he was still on the floor, he was talking to someone else and I was standing behind him, playing with his hair. &lt;br /&gt;...Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;He gives good hugs, too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113005179779451626?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113005179779451626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113005179779451626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113005179779451626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113005179779451626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-band-dancing-homework-v2.html' title='Work, band, dancing... Homework. V.2'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-113005109482598192</id><published>2005-10-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:04:54.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, band, dancing... Homework.</title><content type='html'>Well, I was supposed to be working Friday after school but I had to call and say I couldn't come 'cause I have too much homework. Then on Saturday I went to work, and finished early to go to a band comp in Tanunda...&lt;br /&gt;... It was ok. We came second by 1 1/2 points. Although, to tell you the truth, I was that excited by performing. Normally, there's the pressure to do well, the fear of making mistakes, the hope that it sounds good, and that the whole band goes well as a team. This time around, I wasn't even scared. Someone next to me dropped a mute and it made a big noise, and instead of being all 'oh shit! everyone must've heard that! what about the judges!', I really didn't care. I had a flawless performance. No mistakes. I even got bored. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because I was playing 2nd cornet instead of my usual solo. I sat squished between two little kids instead of sitting next to my friends. One of whom I have never not sat with in a performance. I felt really lonely. He did turn around at some stage and mouth stuff at me. 'Smile! It's good! You're doing fine! You're a good player!', and I did smile, but when he turned around it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home my dad and I finalised that this was to be my last year in the band. So I can concentrate on school, and give myself a little extra time. I'll miss it, but I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got home, had a shower, and got changed to go out to dance. It was an ok gig, I had a lot of fun. The crowd, although old, were very appreciative, which is always good. It sucks when you get an audience that just kinda stares at you, no clapping or anything.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I fell alseep in the car. It was a really big day.&lt;br /&gt;Today on the other hand... Really boring. I'm stuck at home doing homework. Oh, for joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-113005109482598192?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/113005109482598192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=113005109482598192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113005109482598192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/113005109482598192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-band-dancing-homework.html' title='Work, band, dancing... Homework.'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-112964084042823356</id><published>2005-10-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:07:20.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm thinking my sadness is turning to dislike. Lots of dislike.&lt;br /&gt;I was at hockey training -all well and good- and, seeing as Robert plays hockey, he was there, too.&lt;br /&gt;So, what happens is: we are doing a drill, and they started pushing, and as the drill went on to slapping, squeezing (sounds weird, I know, but nothing kinky..), undercuts, and then lifted hitting. Robert's turn to hit the ball, and he lifts it, I go to save it, and I save it, yea, but I get hit in the part of my leg with no padding. SHIT, it hurt. Infact, it still hurts. It's bruising, kinda. I want it to, so when I complain, I have proof. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;This blog seems to be turning into a 'Robert-blog', which I don't like, but I promise, as more interesting things happen, I'll write about that, too. It just so happens that this Robert 'thing' is what's on my mind at the moment, hence why I'm writing about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-112964084042823356?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/112964084042823356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=112964084042823356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112964084042823356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112964084042823356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/grrr.html' title='Grrr...'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-112945693797814025</id><published>2005-10-16T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T03:02:17.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a lady" &lt;-- An ode to B</title><content type='html'>I dreamt in German last night… scary. I can’t remember exactly what was happening, but I know I was freaked out about something. Maybe exams, ‘cause I am freaking out about them. Especially German. Or, the other possibility –perhaps I dreamt both, because I vaguely remember both- is that I was talking to Robert… In German. He doesn’t understand a word of it, and I never spoke German to him, but when I’m worried/angry/stressed about something I might switch to German. Don’t ask my why, it must have something to do with my trip to Germany. Anyway… I think I was talking to him about why he broke up with me, and what Jack said to me.&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to last night.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was my senior presentation dinner for hockey. The food was really nice, the speeches boring, and the DJ only slightly better than last year. The company was good, though. I sat at a table with my division 5 teammates, which included Mel, Brooke, B and Tammy. I won one of the ‘most improved’ awards for my team, and B got the other one. Yay for us! I’m moving up in the world. Slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Jack was there, too. He’s one of Robert’s best mates, and for whatever reason, he gave me shit all night. It started with him telling me things that Robert said, about various things that I won’t write here, which made me paranoid …Gee, thanks for that Jack. &lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Robert shared a lot with Jack. A lot. I know girls do that too, but we don’t spread it around. Do we? I don’t, at least.&lt;br /&gt;I’m struggling to resist the urge to call Robert and talk to him, because I should wait for him to call me. That’s what I’ve been told a million times, so I’ll try and stick to it. Try.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it sounds like a lot of bad things happened, but I did have fun. Sitting at an all girls table was really refreshing, something I haven’t done in a while. We laughed heaps, which was good. And, seeing as they’re all older than me, I got advice, too. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reckon that’s enough from me. I have some homework to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-112945693797814025?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/112945693797814025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=112945693797814025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112945693797814025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112945693797814025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-lady-ode-to-b.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a lady&quot; &lt;-- An ode to B'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-112925427920515060</id><published>2005-10-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:45:24.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Yawn*</title><content type='html'>Morning all.&lt;br /&gt;I really really really don't want to go to work. &lt;br /&gt;Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Hey guess what? Yesterday would've been my two-month with Robert... Would've being the key word(s?).&lt;br /&gt;C'est triste.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird. I don't hate him. I still really like him. But I don't want to like him anymore 'cause that's what's stopping me from being over it. &lt;br /&gt;Evil, evil hormones.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that I've done that, I should head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-112925427920515060?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/112925427920515060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=112925427920515060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112925427920515060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112925427920515060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/yawn.html' title='*Yawn*'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11026003.post-112920780107232814</id><published>2005-10-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T05:50:01.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Angelo!</title><content type='html'>Ok, well, just for Angelo, I'm trying again.&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't work I'm giving up.&lt;br /&gt;I never know what to write in these things! &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to concentrate on homework. &lt;-- That's a start&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. And I know I have to do it, but I just... don't. I procrastinate sooo much it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;I should really do some work before school starts again. It's important, I suppose. Well, German is. &lt;br /&gt;German. Deutsch. Fun? Kinda. The teacher scares me. But she's nice to me, too.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be heading to bed soon. I have work tomorrow. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;K, well, night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11026003-112920780107232814?l=walkquietly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/feeds/112920780107232814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11026003&amp;postID=112920780107232814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112920780107232814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11026003/posts/default/112920780107232814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkquietly.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-angelo.html' title='Hey Angelo!'/><author><name>Renée</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11834705283931283268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
