<?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-16022301</id><updated>2011-07-15T07:30:59.013+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unnecessary blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-1329975034347726440</id><published>2007-11-05T21:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:00:20.166+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been forever...I will totally blog again as so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not right now...for now, my bed is calling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-1329975034347726440?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1329975034347726440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=1329975034347726440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/1329975034347726440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/1329975034347726440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-7320855322586364422</id><published>2007-08-15T13:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:18:05.771+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Well as much as I feel regret to say it, I have finally been sucked in. I did at one time make a myspace page, but then I really didn't have the time or the interest to go playing on it and nurturee it like it needed so it is created somewhere but forgotten, neglected and in some ways dead. So when some of my friends joined facebook, my initial response was "NO!" I don't really like online communities that much, but with the applications and groups organised the way they are, it's not as though you are completely out in the open like a book ready to be criticised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a most perculiar and addictive thing facebook. With a wide variety of topics and people on board. It's also a bit strange being able to get into contact wiht people I haven't seen in years all because we joined the same group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite things are the trivia for various things (movies, tv shows and music) and then there are my pets which I fight monsters with to get gold, experience and sometimes some cool loot. Plus to my over-whelming joy, there are stargate groups. People just like me! I've tried going on forums and stuff and found them too crazy to keep up with as there are always the people who seem to spend hours at a time on them and conversations progress at alarming rates which are next to impossible to keep up with. Facebook has a nice self-paced feel to it which is easy to manoever around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is however highly addictive and should not be used as a substitute for sleep or food!!! I learnt that the hard way by getting too caught up in it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much else is new with me. Hockey is on it's last legs for the season with two semi-finals guaranteed and I'd have to say at least one grand-final almost certain. I'm back getting regular physio though so I'll be glad when it's all over with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-7320855322586364422?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7320855322586364422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=7320855322586364422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/7320855322586364422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/7320855322586364422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/08/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-6803262306761875701</id><published>2007-07-27T13:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:18:45.485+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected But Nice</title><content type='html'>Today as I was listening to the radio and doing my data entry, one of the IT guys approached me and asked for my email address. Now you might be thinking that he was hitting on me, but it wasn't like that at all. He's an older guy and he seemed a little shy. He said he had something he wanted to send to me. Now I just figured he was asking for my work email address, but I'm still not sure if that is what he meant or not. I also don't send myself emails very often from this address and I had forgotten the format of work email addresses as I've worked for campanies where it has been &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:firstname.lastname@company.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;name.lastname@company.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some where it has been has been just an initial and some without the au at the end. So I looked it up and handed it to him and a moment later I get an email which is titled 'Love You'. Again don't go jumping to conclusions as they will just be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up the email and there was a link to click, so I did and it opened up a new web page which started a flash presentation. Now I was skeptical right up until the last slide as I really wasn't sure what the conclusion was as all the way through it was talking in fairly general terms, but quite obviously relating to a 'God'. It turned out to be a very innocent, but uplifting slide show on trusting and being strengthened by God (Jesus). It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sent an email reply saying thank you and that it was very nice and then went and actually tried to speak to this guy, but unfortunately he received a phone call. Before that I didn't manage to get from him that he had heard me talking about going to Bible Study the other day so he thought I would like it and that he goes to Hillsong which apparently everybody loves and hates, but everyone also knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link if you'd like to have a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andiesisle.com/He-Will-Be.html"&gt;http://www.andiesisle.com/He-Will-Be.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite pleasantly surprised to have been appraoched with this and would like to share it with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-6803262306761875701?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6803262306761875701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=6803262306761875701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/6803262306761875701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/6803262306761875701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/unexpected-but-nice.html' title='Unexpected But Nice'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-3488583462560514085</id><published>2007-07-16T19:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:35:00.254+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Proper Adult?</title><content type='html'>I guess I should start by explaining the title of my blog...well just a month ago I turned 20. I left the world of being a teenager behind me. Of course with many birthdays I didn't feel any different. I find that usually it takes me a few months to feel different if at all but today it finally happened. Today I had an appointment with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RTA&lt;/span&gt; to go for my full license. Although I was incredibly nervous about passing, I did! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!! I almost forgot to take my P's off the car as I left and when I did it almost felt wrong, like I was doing something naughty. Anyway, I realised as I was letting my sister drive with me supervising, that I actually felt like and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I feel like an adult. I feel like I've escaped the social black hole of being a P-plate driver. Society now has no generalisation to put me under and to try and destroy my confidence or make me feel bad just because of my age and driving status. So I was quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shame on society for me needing to take one test to feel like I don't have to prove myself at every step and feel like I'm constantly being looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much more is happening at the moment. I'm getting four day weekends, but my real weekends almost feel more like work at times as they are generally more tiring than my working week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-3488583462560514085?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3488583462560514085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=3488583462560514085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/3488583462560514085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/3488583462560514085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/07/proper-adult.html' title='A Proper Adult?'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-2019904826713637253</id><published>2007-06-22T13:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:45:42.543+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Mingle2</title><content type='html'>Don't ask me about the title, it's the name of a website I found while bored at work today. Hosted on this site is a 'Blog Rater'. As it turns out my blog is G-rated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IlMzLEXpv1I/RntFnwu2EEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sNjaYAiQ2Q/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078729554188963906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IlMzLEXpv1I/RntFnwu2EEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sNjaYAiQ2Q/s320/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see what yours is rated go to this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;http://mingle2.com/blog-rating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IlMzLEXpv1I/RntFnwu2EEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sNjaYAiQ2Q/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-2019904826713637253?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2019904826713637253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=2019904826713637253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/2019904826713637253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/2019904826713637253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/mingle2.html' title='Mingle2'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IlMzLEXpv1I/RntFnwu2EEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7sNjaYAiQ2Q/s72-c/g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-765746386169133464</id><published>2007-06-15T08:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:50:59.338+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!!</title><content type='html'>Other than being a shameless plug, this is just a little bit of silliness from me in the last few hours of being a teenager. I was born on Tuesday 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; June 1987 at 6:38pm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blacktown&lt;/span&gt; Hospital so i still have a few hours of lazy, reckless teenager left in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who I haven't told yet (I think I tell this story too often and it's not really something to be proud of), but my mum was in labour with me for 36 hours before I was born by cesarean. I also came out with a slight point to my head as babies heads are very malleable and my uncle nicknamed me rocket head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents hadn't found out if I was going to be a girl or a boy, if I was a boy I was going to be Stephen Thomas. This happens to be my boyfriends first and middle names. I find that to be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;creepy&lt;/span&gt; and although I don't believe in the 'cosmos' playing tricks on people, it seems like a bit of a practical joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite&lt;br /&gt; - foods are pasta and chicken&lt;br /&gt; - sweets are chocolate and ice cream&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; shows are Law and Order &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SVU&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stargate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - colours are purple and green&lt;br /&gt; - type of day is spent at home during a big storm (thunder, lightning, rain and somewhere to watch it from)&lt;br /&gt; - actress is Julie Andrews&lt;br /&gt; - actor is Hugh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jackman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - church song is How Deep The Fathers Love&lt;br /&gt; - holiday destination has a resort on the beach, isolated from the real world, but with plenty of activities (tennis, surf ski's, bush walking etc) if desired&lt;br /&gt; - thing to do on a long car trip is to sing at the top of my lungs to well known 70's and 80's party favourites&lt;br /&gt; - way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-stress is to listen to instrumental music from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moulin&lt;/span&gt; Rouge (music heavy on violin, cello and piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent 20 years of my life becoming who I am today. I have my friends and family to thank most of all as without them the hard times would have been even harder and the good times, not as good. So although I might have some quirky favourite on my list, they make up who I am and why I make the choices I make and do the things I do. They help define me, but without someone to notice, they are nothing. So thank you to all my friends and my family. You are wonderful and irreplaceable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-765746386169133464?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/765746386169133464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=765746386169133464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/765746386169133464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/765746386169133464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!!'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-4862328479508677613</id><published>2007-06-08T15:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:16:28.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Efficient?</title><content type='html'>Is there merit in being too efficient? I say yes as it shows a persons ability to get a job done well int he least amount of time required. No nonsense, just work. That is what you're paid for right? Ok but what if you work solidly, but still take the time to chat and grab a coffee, but you're still 'too' efficient? Why does it seem to have such negative connotations??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ranting for a paragraph and not liking it I decided I'd keep this short. What is wrong with being efficient? People complain of being over-worked or not having enough help, but when they are given help, they don't cope. Is it possible that we are just gluttons for punishment and although we might complain about stress etc, that we thrive on it and it subconsciously pushes us? If we have less to do (or less of a deadline to meet) we seem to feel a little lost and just meander around and maybe even not do such a good job in the end. I mean how much more motivated are you to get out of the house on your one day off? I know I'm not. Once I'm on that couch, it'd take something pretty important to get me out and about and motivated. But going to work I do like clock-work and stopping off do run and erand on the way home is no hassell, but doing it on Saturday just fills up Saturday and it feels less like a weekend and more like a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is because at my last job and my current one, I have felt accused of being 'too' efficient and I keep wondering what is so bad about it. Inefficiency in things that I feel are basic drives me mental so why shouldn't I strive to do the best job I can? I'm not like this with everything, but making me feel bad about being successful and efficient only discourages proactivity in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying all work no play, but work for the time you need to, de-stress and chat to people occasionally and relax when it counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-4862328479508677613?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4862328479508677613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=4862328479508677613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/4862328479508677613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/4862328479508677613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/06/too-efficient.html' title='Too Efficient?'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-794374415579560987</id><published>2007-05-29T22:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:08:49.296+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uni Adventures</title><content type='html'>Oh what fun I had today! Some of you may already know this, but today I went to uni. Not for any particular reason. I guess you could think of it more like a field trip. I went to two lectures and public meeting, and in between I walked all over the place getting coffee, playing video games, getting Italian hot chocolate and ate Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be more specific... I woke up at 7am this morning and got ready for the day as if I was heading off to work. I left home at approx 7:48am and headed to Beecroft to park my car at Steve's house (made later tonight easier). On my way I passed an over-turned car just after Thornleigh station and there was no indication as to how such an event was made possible. Luckily it had little effect on traffic! I arrived at Steve's just after 8am and walked to the station from there. After not reading an sms from Bec properly (who I was meeting on the train along with Mike) I ran to catch a train that didn't arrive for another 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride in was amusing and quite fun, although I think us talking about old school days (last day of yr12 when the grade cross-dressed) may have disturbed some of the other passengers. There was also this man that smelt of McDonalds syrup like he'd had pancakes for breakfast and it made me hungry. What was even better though was at Redfern station, there was a small cafe with free samples out the front and they happened to bepancakes, so Mike and I partook and toasted our pancake bites before eating them. Very tasty start to my uni experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed down a few small streets around a few corners until we reached Sydney University. We walked past the Engineering buildings and across a small road to a coffee place where I had a mocca and a carrot cake muffin thing for second breakfast as I'd only had a yoghurt previously. I managed to finish my cake before my coffee was ready which was quite handy. We then headed upstairs to a 'mess hall' type eating area which had video games all around and within it. We headed straight for this shooting game (you aim at targets etc not real people like some others and you move in stages and lose a life if you don't meet that stages requirements). Bec and I went first and although she got more points on most rounds, I still passed and ended up living for longer. Mike then played against me and although he won, we were not far off in our abilities. It was now time to wander towards the lecture halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec had a tutorial so I had the option of going to a scary computer lab all by myself using Bec's login, wandering aimlessly or going to Mike's Taxation law lecture. Although I was advised not to go to the lecture I figured why not? So I went and although I did sudoku the whole time, it made sense and I learnt some things about taxation law. Bec was thoroughly unimpressed with me. After looking for Mel we decided to go get some Italian hot chocolate a little way away. it was cheap and tasty but my stirer stood up in it without help so it was kinda thick and filling, but so good!!! It was the consistancy of a yogo, but even better!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike then had homework to do (that he should have done earlier) so he did not join Bec and I for Thai food, but Steve did. It was a short walk off campus, but we managed to get there before the lunch time rush for nice, cheap and tasty thai food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather bloated as none of us finished our meal we wandered back to campus towards the lecture halls from the morning for Public Meeting which is the Evangelical Unions regular sermon series basically. It was very interesting and I saw people I know which was cool. I was shocked at how many people were taking notes too. I'm not sure why they were as I'm sure they don't all take notes when they go to church on Sunday's so maybe it was just the uni atmosphere and the habit of taking notes on a lecture hall. There was afternoon tea after this and both Mike and Steve had other places to be so they left a short time into the afternoon tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bec and I then went to meet Dave before Bec's Social Psych lecture (I think that is what it was) and I was warned that I'd better like her lecture more than Mike's, but Bec's lecturer was boring so he was hard to listen to. Luckily for me though, I understood what he was talking about and got the basic principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then home time. The fun was winding down. Time to walk back to the station and stand on the train (the LATE train) all the way to our stop. There was opportunity to sit, but y the time there was enough space for us both we were so close to home it seemed silly to take up seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than some sore toes from newish shoes, I had a great time. If I have half the amount of fun or understand even half the amount of stuff at TAFE (if I get in) then I'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great, thanks Bec and Mike especially for entertaining me and thank you Steve for coming to lunch with Bec and I. It was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til my next adventure!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-794374415579560987?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/794374415579560987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=794374415579560987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/794374415579560987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/794374415579560987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/uni-adventures.html' title='Uni Adventures'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-7834456792359826040</id><published>2007-05-24T17:31:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T10:46:20.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>It's funny how God throws you these funny curve balls and suddenly your plans can get accelerated, postponed or even stopped all together. So what is the point of my opening sentence??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as of Monday afternoon I was told that my 6 month contract with DoCS was going to end after exactly 6 weeks of being there. So my plan of working there for 6 months and then having a few months before I could enroll and apply for TAFE has been accelerated! You see applications for semester 2 close Friday 25th which gave me 4 days to make my decision. So what did I do today??? I gathered up all my courage and applied for a semester 2 TAFE course. I'll know if I've been accepted by mid June, so work full time until then and figure things out as they come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! Oh and the course is Social Work and it's a one year course, full time @ 22hrs/week in Ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all really. Life-changing excitement. WOOT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-7834456792359826040?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7834456792359826040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=7834456792359826040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/7834456792359826040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/7834456792359826040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-8706025080020993080</id><published>2007-05-18T21:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T21:32:08.949+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big No-No</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I am a hopeless romantic. Movies and tv portray them to be normal people who dream of a more romantic existence, or just live a life filled with romantic gestures. But I’m here to say that it is not so easy being a hopeless romantic. Take tv shows for example. If I get into a tv show and the writers dangle a potential couple in front of the audience, I get really into it and get caught up in the whole thing. Whether it is excitedly anticipating the episodes to come where they will finally get together or if it is living in my own dream world where they do get together even if the show never acknowledges such a union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse than that though, is when I get so into a show that I read up on it on sites such as wikipedia or imdb and even though they have a spoilers warning, I am weak and I read the spoilers!!! Why do I do that? Almost every time, I am disappointed with what I’ve read, because the writers don’t want everything to work out in the end. They don’t want to be predictable so they go and ruin everything! Ok so occasionally I’ll read something that I think is good, or fantastic even, but then there is the waiting. As it seems America owns everything, the information is all different. The dates are wrong and so I have to add 3 months and guess a possible date or I know that America has the dvd’s out and I get tempted to buy them online so I don’t have to wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like I’m going mental. I can function fairly normal when I don’t think or talk about these shows, but if the topic comes up or if a memory or idea pos into my mind, the downward spiral of my sanity begins!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so passionate about tv? Don’t ask me. It’s like an involuntary reflex. Like someone is pushing a button and it makes all my senses react to that particular media. You know, reflecting on the protagonists in theses shows, maybe I’m a feminist at heart…all of them seem to have strong feminine figures who are independent and don’t follow all the rules but stand up for what they believe in and even if they don’t always react the way I want them to when it comes to romantic interactions, they are strangely aware of their emotions and how their emotions manipulate reality (something I feel I do quite well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in conclusion, as much as I love wikipedia and imdb, they only lead to disappointment, over-excitement and eventually death of fun, happiness, anticipation and my sanity.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-8706025080020993080?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8706025080020993080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=8706025080020993080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/8706025080020993080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/8706025080020993080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-no-no.html' title='The Big No-No'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-1944843187068030226</id><published>2007-04-27T21:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T21:55:13.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecking Order</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok so for those of you who may not have ever heard of the 'pecking order' it's really a very simple concept. I was taught it in year 9 when I was struggling with some petty teasing and my english teacher pulled me aside to have a chat and to try and give me some confidence. She basically explained the pecking order. You see in the chicken world you have the head chook and the head chook is the highest in the pecking order. If the head chook wants something all they have to do is give a peck at any chicken that is in the way and by rules of the pecking order, that chook must step aside. Now obviously people are not so eagar to just step aside and become doormats and it can be very difficult when someone decides they are the head chook and that their every wish should occur the moment it leaves their lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is a little bit what some of my collegues at work are like, they say jump and you just start jumping then worry about the specifics as you go. The saddest part is that one particular lady is only just above me in the 'pecking order' but she is very bossy. Also I'm not the only person who thinks that she is bossy as she had a falling out with a caseworker today. very sad sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning not to let it bug me though. i just get on with my work and when she is being nosey and bossy, I pull all my strength together and only through the grace of God, manage a polite response. It's quite tricky being around people like that, but unless you are a confrontational type person, it's usually bes to just get on with the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the challenge that I've set for myself. To work with these difficult people and show them just what the Spirit of God is all about and not get angry or annoyed in these situations. It's incredibly tough, especially after a long days work, but so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-1944843187068030226?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1944843187068030226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=1944843187068030226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/1944843187068030226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/1944843187068030226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/pecking-order.html' title='Pecking Order'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-117600414746165575</id><published>2007-04-08T13:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:31:08.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Links</title><content type='html'>Hi all, it has been such a long time and I am sorry for my slackness. I have however been away on holidays and I generally don't spend a huge amount of time around my computer as TV is a demanding mistress and the attached DVD player is just as bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all I've updated my links and I hope you will enjoy the browsing of them. I hope to add some more, but my HTML is less than perfect so I take a while to figure out how to make headings etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so about my trip, there is so much to tell. Firstly the ice skating part, well, my girls did so good!!! The came last in both competitions but they learnt so much and they were technically competitive. As in their technical marks beat those of other teams which is so fantastic. Milan was so dirty and I'm glad we didn't spend too much time walking around it. The inner city was nice enough, but the main streets where we were staying and where the ice rink is was quite filthy. Switzerland was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It was truely breathtaking. I felt a little out of place in the Swiss-German part since I don't know any german let alone swiss-german. Neuchatel was absolutely gorgeous. It was truely breathtaking and if I could go back anywhere it would be there. It wasn't too cold even with snow-capped mountains surrounding us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris was nice, but busy and I was sick so I didn't appreciate everything to it's full extent. I found that my sense of direction was quite lost most of the time too. Even with a map I found myself scratching my head. Thank goodness for their rail network which is the most efficeint I've ever used. Not as luxurious as Australia, but more frequent. Also their consept of what sort of ticket you buy was quite smart too. They had sections where tickets were a designated price regardless of how many stops you went, so you could swap lines and go from one side of the city to the other for no more than AUS$2. Their ticket machines however onliy take coins or credit cards, but none of our cards worked in their machines, so we spent a bit of time walking around a few stations looking for a person to serve us which meant we missed seeing a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting to England was a whole barrel of fun. See firstly we had to survive the car trip to the airport and realistically Parisian drivers are nothing compared to Italians, but still scary as!!! Then, in the darkness of the morning, we dropped mum and Liz off at the terminal and dad and I (me for translation purposes) went to find the car drop off which was of course, 3 terminals away. not to mention we'd missed the last fuel place before the airport so we had to drive for 16km to the next closest and back again as the cost of an empty fuel tank made it worth the risk. We ended up almost running to try and get to the other terminal but the only way from one to another (well with them in different buildings and all) was either a free bus or train service. At first dad thought I was loopy and he almost didn't follow me, then when I realised the bus about to leave was the one we wanted I almost got run over trying to stop it. So we reached our terminal and met up with mum who had logged us as being at the airport, we then went through a passport check to get into a huge long line to actually check our luggage in. So with only minutes to go before the cut off time for luggage check-in, we were rushed aheadand checked in properly. This was not the end however...within meters of the ramp down to the plane, was another security check. Now these people are rude and paranoid. Mum who had blood blisters on her feet and was therefore limping was told to take her shoes and socks off (without the help of a seat), she was then touched up to check she wasn't carrying anything dangerous and then told to put her shoes and socks back on (again without a seat). The main security guard was the rudest person I have ever met and I have never wanted to cause anyone as much physical harm as that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we had the best (male) flight attendant I have ever had. A guy named Pat on British Airways was incredibly lovely. So we made it to London and made our way to the car hire place who weren't ready for us so we entertained ourselves for over an hour. We finally got under way and headed to the countryside. Still getting used to the Tom Tom (GPS) and having driven on the right side of the road just hours before, made our first day ever so slightly stressful. We visited Shakespeares birthplace and a few other small towns before finding our accomodation and finally some dinner. We visited Bath and Stonehenge on seperate days and we managed to visit castles such as Hampton Court Palace, Glastonbury (King Arthur), Warwick Castle, Windsor Castle and Kensigton Palace just to name a few and they were magnificent. We stayed in the city for 3 nights but due to arriving late, traffic and the lack of being able to transport from site to site instantly meant we missed some things. Liz and I went on the Jack The Ripper walking tour while mum and dad got lost trying to find the hotel, we went to Les Mis, we saw Buckingham, Big Ben, Westminster and the Tower of London, again just to name a few. But traffic mostly and getting lost, stopped us from seeing everything we'd wanted to in the city itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it we were in Italy again, picking up our hire care from the Leonardo Da Vinci airport. We went straight to accomodation that night and barely stayed in one hotel/town for more than 24hrs. We saw Venice, Florence, Ravenna, Sorento, Amalfi, Capri, Sienna, Pompeii and Rome and those were just the places we actually stayed a night in. If you have a map, follow those places East, then South West, then North to Rome and you have our 10 day travels in Italy. In Italy, the coast road, although scary as anything was awesome and walking from one side of Rome to the other was pretty amazing too. There seems to be too much to say and I'm running out of steam. My parents haven't even looked at the Italian part of the holiday and already have over 1000 photos picked out. I'll make some sort of photobucket or something so I can share the wonders of Europe with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As amazing as it all was, there is no place like home and my home was were my heart was. It's hard to travel away from your home when you leave so much of yourself home from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-117600414746165575?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/117600414746165575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=117600414746165575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/117600414746165575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/117600414746165575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-links.html' title='New Links'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116899360793949562</id><published>2007-01-17T11:15:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:26:47.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggling</title><content type='html'>WAH!!! I'm struggling at the moment...work is not so entertaining and the main job I'm doing at the moment involves chasing people for wor and money. Both of which i am highly uncomfortable with. It's just so intrusive and I've had a couple of people go off at me. I don't mind the general accounting stuff and working on figures and data entry etc, but bugging people for money and for their work is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is my whinge. Work is only hard because the rest of my life seems so exciting in comparison. I mean I'm constantly busy with ice skating at the moment, then I'm going to a wedding on Saturday as well as Symphony in the Domain, Sunday I'm off to the cricket, next week is only a four day work week which in itself is exciting, Saturday week I'm going to paintball, Tuesday 30th I have to get through the girls exhibition night and then it's almost time for me to go away. It's completely nuts. Tiring, but exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go for a drive to pick some stuff up yesterday for work and it was exciting that I got to drive somewhere and not just walk. I love driving. I just wish I had more opportunities to go driving and do data entry rather than call people or motivate myself to do filing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a little bit of excitement where I almost bought $500+ worth of printer toner when a) the company can't afford it and b) we don't need it. Luckily I was able to cancel the order, but I was freaking out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just blogging for the sake of it...time to getback to work :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116899360793949562?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116899360793949562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116899360793949562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116899360793949562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116899360793949562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/struggling.html' title='Struggling'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116831340593284366</id><published>2007-01-09T14:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T14:30:05.950+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Things I've Seen Recently</title><content type='html'>Now I was going to write an outraged post last week, but I didn't make the time to do so and I was reminded of that today when I saw two rather odd things. The first was a car driving towards Castle Towers shopping centre and ever 3 seconds the alarm would sound and the lights would flash. I only wish I had been fast enough to video such a strange occurence so that I had some proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, while at the dentist today (my new fillings were hurting so I got them fixed and he did it free of charge which was just lovely) I was paying attention to the tv above me when a scary and rather strange ad came on. It started with an old man rounding a corner into his bathroom with a rose in his teeth (Tango style). The camera then showed his wife in the bath (bubbles covering up to her chin). The old man then proceeded to do a little bit of a strip tease, going so far as to be only in his boxers.  Needless to say I was so shocked I don't even know what the ad is for, but the next frame shows them in the bath together at different ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, just last week, January 5th, I was walking through the supermarket when I noticed that hanging at the end of one of the iles was a purple bag with eggs on it. Upon closer inspection, the packet said HAPPY EASTER!!! I hope other people are as outraged as I was to see it. I was tempted to buy it merely for the chocolate value along, but instead I bid it good day and walked away with my head held high. I know Easter is only a few months away and some people like being well prepared (my uncle has started planning for Christmas this year) but couldn't they at least be excited about Australia Day first???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116831340593284366?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116831340593284366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116831340593284366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116831340593284366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116831340593284366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/strange-things-ive-seen-recently.html' title='Strange Things I&apos;ve Seen Recently'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116787605093233060</id><published>2007-01-04T12:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:00:50.953+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Weeks In Europe</title><content type='html'>Well my loyal readers, only 31 days before I go over seas...how scary!!! I don't like countdowns in general as they just raise anxiety levels...but in this case, I've never been away for so long and been old enough to remember it (6 weeks in America). I'm going to miss so much. there are things/people who I don't like going days or hours without seeing or speaking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I promise to do a full report when I get back, I still have to go and come back forst to do that and there just seems so much inbetween then and now. A good thing will be my going away dinner...It might sound a little upetty, but going out for dinner is fun and it means I wont miss saying goodbye too many people. there will be details later...but my thoughts are going along the lines of possibly something fun like bowling...or maybe going to Pancakes on the Rocks...so I shall email later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I suppose I should mention Christmas and New Years...they just seems so long ago. I finished work on the Thursday before Christmas which meant Friday was nice and relaxed. I helped set up for Carols, we went for supper at a cafe afterwards, then Saturday something happened...I think I just hung out with Steve all day...Sunday was church then dinner with Steve's dad's side of the family...Monday was church and lunch at my house, then to Steve's house. As on boxing day I went to visit my cousin and then went off to camp. So I've been on camp for a week and I got back on New Years day and I've been trying to catch up on sleep ever since while spending time with Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am back at work and I'm spending almost the whole day filing. It's so exciting!!! NOT!!! The silly MP3 player isn't working so I'm having to survive on what my phone has to offer...all those people who know of the videos on my phone can't make too much fun off me now as without them there is no way I could concentrate on 8 hours of filing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to get back to the dungeon and tackle the rest of the filing....shame I feel like a nap right about now :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116787605093233060?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116787605093233060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116787605093233060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116787605093233060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116787605093233060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2007/01/five-weeks-in-europe.html' title='Five Weeks In Europe'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116521029230476821</id><published>2006-12-04T16:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T16:55:42.306+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>Oh how utterly exciting!!! Today I met up with my cousin, Nicole and Aunty Carol for lunch and it was very nice. Other than not seeing either of them enough or very often, we spent most of the time talking about my cousins wedding. I know it's not until 23 February 2008, but she already has all the dresses picked out, she has her bouquet (which is made of sugar flowers), she has the night of her kitchen tea/hens party all set up, she's just finished planning her honeymoon and well i was hearing about all of these wonderful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from being over-the-moon happy for her, she also asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. I mean it was a no-brainer type question...as if I'd not want to be her bridesmaid. We're not doing fittings for our dresses until April, but considering everything thats happening between now and then, I think it'll fly by and next thing you know she'll be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being married, another of my cousins is getting married, but she's having her's next October some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All very exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116521029230476821?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116521029230476821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116521029230476821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116521029230476821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116521029230476821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/12/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116432808472031471</id><published>2006-11-24T10:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:37:35.180+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Well Deserved Whinge???</title><content type='html'>Is there really such a thing as a well deserved whinge or should we just be sucking it up and getting on with life??? You see I feel the need for a bit of a whinge as it's not convenient at the moment (or really any time soon) for me to sit down and really chat with someone about how I'm feeling at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I have an ear ache, which is really a jaw ache (TMJ) and pain killers don't help. Basically only sleep helps and well I already had pretty much a week off with a nasty throat virus thingy. So I'm in a small amount of constant pain and every now and then (when my jaw is moved in a certain way) a lot of sharp stabby pain. Now pain I can pretty much deal with. However when I'm already grumpy...it just makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I grumpy you might ask??? Well...basically it started this week when my computer at work stopped functioning properly and had to be taken away. It was behaving itself while on holidays, but as soon as it was back at work, it started misbehaving again. So no computer for me. To be entirely honest, I could use another computer in the office, but only for Monday as a new girl was starting on Tuesday. Now there are a lot of upsides to this new girl:&lt;br /&gt;* she has done accounting before so she doesn't need much training there&lt;br /&gt;* she's a Christian and that makes me feel generally comfortable and also not&lt;br /&gt;* she is getting William organised around the office (he needs nailing to the floor or he loses his train of thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then thats where some of the 'good' stuff seems to go bad... she is changing a lot of things. I was trained by one person and she was trained by another so a lot of the training she has had over the last few days had contradicted training I received. So I was just getting comfortable and was eager to learn and take on the role of Office Manager, but a lot of those new tasks I was to learn, were taken away from me. So basically I'm left with the same old roles as before and all these new things are being introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not someone who freaks out about new things, but I generally need some transition time and I feel that after only 4 days, that the new girl is being a tad pushy with everything. She's eager to learn yes, but at the same time, she's coming across as over-eager and hard to approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that my mind is occupied with Summer Camp band and the fact that I'm singing with someone whose style I dislike (it comes off as more of a performance to me) but who I also think has better vocal range and control. So I have respect for her, but I also feel a bit green in that I'm not sure if my motives for disliking her style of singing are valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that recently I felt that more than one of my friends has been really distant and cold towards me and I feel like somehow it's my fault, even though after chatting with several people, they seem to think that it's all just a misunderstanding and bad communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the frustration of organising internation communications and money transfers, a very busy weekend (with an estimated 3.5 hours sleep on Friday night) and my parents and sister going away for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after all that. Life is good to me. I might struggle sometimes, but it only makes me stronger and helps to build character and if I can help change one person's life for the better than I have accumplished something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at the moment I have the hiccups :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116432808472031471?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116432808472031471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116432808472031471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116432808472031471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116432808472031471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/well-deserved-whinge.html' title='A Well Deserved Whinge???'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116348850554194582</id><published>2006-11-14T17:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:02:43.093+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Jono is the greatest!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY FOR SKYDIVING PHOTOS!!!! - Under construction :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono was really nice and was able to scan my pics for me and has not only put them on a cd for me, but he has put them on the net in a secret folder for me so I can now put them on my blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...so here starts my monster skydiving post once more... I had to get up at 5:45 so I had enough time to get to Steve's house by 6:30. From there, Steve, Lachie, Angela and I all pilled into the car and headed south. It wasn't very cold, but there was a light drizzle. As we headed further south west, the rain was heavier and my heart was racing as to whether we'd be able to jump today or if we'd have to wait hours for it to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, aside from the clouds, the weather cleared right up as it was time for us to jump. I had some issues with not having an actual suit available (none big enough :( ) but I still got to jump so whose complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little plain took about 10-15 mins to climb up to 14 000 ft which gave us plenty of time to look out the window at the scenery, get nervous and wave at our camera men who on and off would sudden feel like taking video and photos. As I was the first in the plane I was also last out. While I was up there I didn't take much notice of the others jumping as I was just so caught up in everything (the video however captures it so fantastically though and watching it made my stomach churn more than the jump itself did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you might be wondering how on earth i can be so calm when I jumped out of a plain, but let me put it this way. You are so high up that your perception of how quickly you are approaching the ground is pretty much useless. Even watching on the dvd where the camera man came in, you could only see how close the ground was when he was no more than 100ft above it. Secondly, after the staballiser parachute has been pulled all you can feel is this incredible wind rushing past you. It's incredible and if i didn't have clear glasses on, i wouldn't have been able to see anything at all. But you don't feel like you are falling...Just wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once the main parachute is pulled, you just feel pressure from the harness and you feel like the wind suddenly slows down. Everything is quiet and calm and it's amazing. On a clearer day the scene would have been breathtaking. It as still pretty amazing though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we kept descending we just did circles around the place until we saw that it was clear for us to land. All I had to do was lift my feet so we could slide in on our bums. My tandem partner detached from me and my camera man interviewed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attached are some of the pics I liked most. You must note that the tandem instructors face didn't look as strange as it does in the pics...just that almighty wind pushed back some of that loose skin and made him look pretty darned funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116348850554194582?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116348850554194582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116348850554194582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116348850554194582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116348850554194582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/jono-is-greatest.html' title='Jono is the greatest!!!'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116347574466313770</id><published>2006-11-14T14:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:18:39.590+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY? WHY? WHY?</title><content type='html'>Why does it feel like life sucks sometimes??? Why is it that the little things seem so damned hard??? Why is it that the few things that mean the most are things that never happen unless you ask someone to make them happen (which stops them from being special)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I cry and yet I wish so much that I had a reason to cry??? How come  there is seemingly so much hurt that drives me to tears and even when I think of people less fortunate, I still can't stop myself from convulsing and feeling like my heart is breaking??? Why do I feel like I have to hide my real tears???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there so many unanswered questions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully after some well deserved reflection I've discovered that it doesn't matter as God is in charge and he knows what is best for me even if I have trouble dealing with it sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116347574466313770?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116347574466313770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116347574466313770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116347574466313770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116347574466313770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-why-why.html' title='WHY? WHY? WHY?'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116305353267898566</id><published>2006-11-09T17:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:12:17.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are the months named the way they are???</title><content type='html'>Firstly, the educational lesson can be found here: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Months"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Months&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for wikipedia!!! I thought that maybe doing a bit of research before stating my claim of why the months are named the way they are would make me look even smarter :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some people will try and tell you that the months are named after certain things...for example:&lt;br /&gt;January - Janus, God of the Doorway&lt;br /&gt;February - Februum which means purification via the Februa ritual (originally the last month of the year which explains September - December)&lt;br /&gt;March - Mars, Roman God of War&lt;br /&gt;April - Aperire which means to open (like a flower)&lt;br /&gt;May - Maia is the Greek Goddess of Fertility&lt;br /&gt;June - Juno, wife of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;July - Formerly Quinitlis, but renamed after Julius Caesar&lt;br /&gt;August - Formerly Sextilis, but renamed after Augustus&lt;br /&gt;September - Sapta Ambar meaning Seven-sky, as it was originally the seventh month&lt;br /&gt;October - Octo meaning eight&lt;br /&gt;November - Novem meaning nine&lt;br /&gt;December - Decem meaning ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wont deny that some of the names are close to fact...but most are really to hide the real way the months were decided on, both the names and the order. See it all goes back to Rome for us. There are many derivations of the calendar, many refering to the cycle of the moon to indicate a new month. But ours is closest to Romes so here is what I think really went on. You see...all those men sitting around on Togas, needed a way to explain all the parties they had. They needed to create special days which allowed for the days of feasting that they already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it just so happened that each of these little parties, were so huge, that it would take them days to get over them. Not just that, but they were held all over the land that was governed by Rome at the time. Within each of these provinces, was one exceptionally beautiful woman, after whom the men decided they would name their months after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there had to be a system as to who would go first. So they all put their votes in and thus you see our current months. Each month is derived from a woman's name. Now I said that there was some truth...like the relevance of some names being after people...but see where it says that January and February were originally at the end of the year...well this was changed after both women from those countries threw an awesome joint party and it was  decided that they would get an upgrade to the front of the months list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go Jen!!! I hope that explanation was crazy enough and made enough crazy sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116305353267898566?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116305353267898566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116305353267898566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116305353267898566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116305353267898566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-are-months-named-way-they-are_09.html' title='Why are the months named the way they are???'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116295497737491822</id><published>2006-11-08T13:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:02:57.390+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No Name Seems Worthy</title><content type='html'>Firstly Caro, no there was no draft saved...but thats ok...you all know there is a sky diving post coming soon, which guarantees at least one more blog, well mostlikely anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for a stargate question (I was right by the way...it was Jono and he answered my comment in an email :D). So with this question I was considering having a bt of fun and going on about how great some episode is when really it's just a joiner episode like Citizen Joe. But then I had an epiphany and decided I could actually go on about some of the best episodes and still call one my favourite...so here we go, in order of when they first appeared on tv...my most enjoyed episodes and why (my favourtie will however be left until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 2 - 1969: this episode is highly entertaining. It involved time travel (as the title sugests), hippy clothes and several funny quotes. Light on the military side of life and medium on the sciencey stuff...but quite funny.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 3 - Point of View: as a loyal sam/jack fan, who wouldn't love this episode??? An alternate Sam and Kawalski come through a mirror (which is a link to all universal realities) and this Sam happened to be married to (a now dead) Jack O'Neill. It's one of those gentle nudges towards the obvious attraction between the characters but still has both science and military technobabble in it.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 3 - Urgo: ever wondered what it's be like to have Dom Deluise in your head??? Well SG1 are implanted with a chip that makes their basic senses increase and seemingly all at the same time which cause some singing, lots of eating desserts and just general gags that couldn't really be incorporated otherwise.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 4 - Upgrades: SG1 try on some alien arm bands and suddenly they are faster stronger, more determined and hungrier. If anything from stargate were true, this would be on my list of things to do :D Some J/S shippy stuff (&lt;-- jack/sam lovey dovey type girly stuff) but mostly it's revisited in my next favourite.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 4 - Divide and Conquer: A meeting between the president of USA and the Tokra high council is trying to be thwarted by the Gould, so they implant a set of instructions into various SGC and Tokra members in an attempt to kill one or both of them. During the testing to discover who has been compromised, Jack and Sam show positive as they didn't admit that during Upgrades while Sam is trapped behind a forcefield that Jack wouldn't leave her because he "cares about her, alot more that he's supposed to." Luckily Sam figures it out and they admit it (WOOOOOOOT!)&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 4 - Window of Opportunity: Ever seen ground hog day???? Ever wondered what it'd be like??? Well jack and Tealc are stuck on the same day looping for approx 10 hours. At first they simply try to help make it stop, but a suggestion from Daniel (you could do whatever you want without consequences) leads to some highly amusing tv...jack and tealc playing golf into the stargate, Jack doing pottery, Jack riding a bike throught eh SGC and finally Jack resigning so he can kiss sam in front of General Hammond.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 7 - Grace: Same is trapped on the Promethius alone and with a concussion. The result is both humerous and enlightening as the small child and the various people she encounters are all in her head. There is shippy stuff in here too :P&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 7 - Heros 1 &amp; 2: A team is allowed in to video the SGC and interview some of it's staff (with limitations), but during an off world mission someone dies and they don't come back. It's an emotional one but very well done.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 8 - Moebius 1 &amp; 2: SG1 go back in time 3000 years but change it so much that an alternate timeline SG1 must firstly be formed (a camera is hidden in a egyptian temple to show who was there and  none of them are in the programme or have heard about it and they are all quite different people) and then sent through the gate to find Tealc. Initially they're not supposed to go back in time but while under heavy fire they have to. A cute shippy scene as Sam is a super nerd and Jack is...well Jack.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 9 - Ripple Effect: An alternate reality SG1 come through the stargate as they have altered the functions of a black hole. It turns out they did it intentionally to steal a ZPM. Hints at shippiness, but nothing too obvious. Very funny though having 20+ SG1's all slightly different in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt; ~ Season 10 - 200: Have not seen it as such, but on youtube there are subtle hints. A movie is being made and scenes are shown where they experiment with the storyline...long story short Sam and Jack get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my favourite is from Season 8 and it's called Threads. It's a beautiful wrap up of the story and I'd have been happy with it as an ending. Sam finally goes fishing up at Jack's cabin witht he rest of the team, the gou'ald are dying out and all seem perfect....ly set up for Jack to retire or move on from teh SGC and for j/s to finally get together. There is also some drama in it as Daniel is dead AGAIN!!! He's struggling with whether he should choose asension or death (luckily he doesn't have to choose either), while the rest of SG1 are fighting their biggest battle yet. Sam's dad jacob dies, Sam tells Pete she can't marry him (tehehehehe, she loves jack and thats why) and it's really just a beautiful story on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ends my super-post :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116295497737491822?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116295497737491822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116295497737491822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116295497737491822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116295497737491822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-name-seems-worthy.html' title='No Name Seems Worthy'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116287986489981808</id><published>2006-11-07T16:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:11:04.920+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so great...la la la la la</title><content type='html'>Oh man...that totally sucks!!! I just wrote this huge post and somehow it was deleted while I was trying to transfer to to word just incase my upload failed....WAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had posted about Melbourne Cup and having a 2 hour lunch and how I felt hugely full....but then I talked about going sky diving...now there is no way to replicate (hahahah replicators) the awesomeness of that post...so the extensiveness will just have to wait until I get my photos onto my blog...See they aren't digital and I don't have a scanner so depending on the cost I will see about getting someone to put them on cd for me and then I'll blog with them in it. I also answered the question about being scared and oh man that was a great post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great that I feel tired after all that posting...so since I'm tired, here is where I'll leave you...but I still would like people to pose more questions to me to answer...I don't promise truth or sanity...merely randomness from my brain tied in with a pinch or enjoyment...or depending how lame you are...a whole jar full :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116287986489981808?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116287986489981808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116287986489981808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116287986489981808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116287986489981808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-greatla-la-la-la-la.html' title='I am so great...la la la la la'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116132641811526369</id><published>2006-10-20T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:40:18.126+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh...</title><content type='html'>Obsessions. Are they unhealthy??? Are there ways to keep them from being unhealthy while still appreciating the object of your obsession???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictinary.com defines an obsession:&lt;br /&gt;1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent idea, image, desire, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. A compulsive, often unreasonable idea or emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I find myself feeling that I am not obsessed with the object, idea, image etc that is on my mind as it is not always on my mind. It does however bring me great joy, excitement and it is something I can share to a degree with others. There are many people on the internet with a much greater interest. I merely wonder, as no body in my social circle has the same obsession as me. Some understand and have their own fondness, but on the whole, most people just think it's silly, which causes me to act out in secret, which causes even more excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify, my obsession is a tv show...for those of you who know me...you know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we define when something is becoming an unhealthy obsession and when it is merely a way of using up free time or even a way of interacting and sharing experiences with others???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I don't know. I know what is the most important and that is God. It does concern me when I find myself more excited by other things, but it's the way people are I think. We have a higher connection to the physical side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Stargate rocks! Sam and Jack are my faves and I'm a bit of a nut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116132641811526369?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116132641811526369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116132641811526369' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116132641811526369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116132641811526369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohmygosh-ohmygosh-ohmygosh.html' title='Ohmygosh Ohmygosh Ohmygosh...'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116113917736517479</id><published>2006-10-18T11:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T12:39:37.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia</title><content type='html'>PLUG PLUG PLUG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you've notices, but when searching on Google, within the top 10 sites that are found, one of them is bound to be linked to Wikipedia. Now it's not complete, all the entries on Wikipedia have edit links where information can be added and changed. So far from what I've read, it's also quite objective in it's descriptions, but not so boring that you are detered like those common paper encyclopedias. Within the posts are links galore to related topics or even just entries about certain words used. It's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a wiktionary, wikibooks, wikiversity, wikinews, wikiquotes and more. It's not just an encyclopedia online, it's a fountain of information that is up with the times, free to access and free to join as a member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site includes some sound and video entries as well as images. What is not to love!!! Think of your favourite tv show, movie or book and go nuts. If the info isn't there already, maybe you could be the person to put it there!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116113917736517479?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116113917736517479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116113917736517479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116113917736517479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116113917736517479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/wikipedia.html' title='Wikipedia'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116096634944647304</id><published>2006-10-16T09:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:24:59.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does NASA invent everything??</title><content type='html'>Oh how I am going to have fun with this explanation!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it is really not that complicated and realistically comes down to two words.....Sam Carter!!! Now for those who are not familiar with that particular name, she is a Lt Colonel in the US Air Force and definately one of the smartest people on the planet. She works out of Area 51 developing new technologies and adapting Alien technologies to suite our current ones. So really it all comes down to Aliens. Now you might say, why does the US get all the Aliens??? I havea theory on that too...You see, i think that when you appraoch the earth from space and try to look for a good spot to land that from space, America looks like it says land here. You see, the way they built their cities and when they have their lights on, it looks like the words land here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/320/Sam.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without Sam Carter...NASA wouldn't be able to have all these new swanky pieces of technology...I say we get her to come work in Aus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though...it comes down to money and resources. I mean it's only int he last 10 years that there have really been a lot of problems with the space program (what with the rockets falling apart etc) and yet, when we went to the moon, there were far less problems. So I say that NASA is actually spending all it's funding on new toys rather than their rockets so instead of top quality rockets, you get Target (pronounced Tar-je) quality rockets, filled to the brim with the lastest and greatest swanky toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116096634944647304?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116096634944647304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116096634944647304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116096634944647304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116096634944647304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-does-nasa-invent-everything.html' title='Why does NASA invent everything??'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116070927059865715</id><published>2006-10-13T13:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:17:18.850+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless Things</title><content type='html'>Why do people install air conditioners if they have little or no intention of using them??? The installation fee alone makes it all very silly. It's all well and good to complain however, but is there a solution??? I say yes there is. For people who live in a fairly mild climate where the temperatures in each season are quite bareable, air conditioning really isn't necessary. Even in Australia, surely there is a cheaper way of staying cool during our blistering heat and keeping warm during the windy colder months without having to spend a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose vests. Not just any vests however...ones like I've heard about on TV. I think the fire brigade also might use them...but I want to revolutionise them. Think about it...a lightweight piece of clothing with small tubes running throughout...all attached to an electrical current of sorts (kind of like the principals of a water bed). The elctrical current should come from some form of rechargeable battery which can be plugged in like a mobile phone so it should be possible to even wear it sleeping. On the electrical part of the vest (which should be inside the vest and not bulky and maybe touch screen or squishy buttons) there should be temperature controls that are restricted to ensure that nobody cooks or freezes themselves to death. VOILA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a web site that is already marketing the same sort of product... you can look at it here: &lt;a href="http://www.coolsport.net/index2.html"&gt;http://www.coolsport.net/index2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go Jono...not quite an explanation for people installing air conditioning and not using it...but a cheaper, portable solution to ever needing to use it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment with your questions and I will endevour to search every corner of my mind to find an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116070927059865715?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116070927059865715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116070927059865715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116070927059865715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116070927059865715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/pointless-things.html' title='Pointless Things'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116063802247867507</id><published>2006-10-12T16:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:27:02.516+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamy...</title><content type='html'>Now don't get too excited...I'm merely talking about the weather. I really don't think I'm going to deal with the heat out west. See it all starts a few weeks ago. I'd been at my new job for only a few days and Claire (who is from hockey) was turning off our air conditioner. You see it's quite noisey and it was fairly cool back then. As she reached for the switch however, she received a nasty shock!!! We then had to call the electrician and he screwed the cover shut which means we can't change the settings on the air conditioner without unscrewing it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means we haven't been using it at all and with 35 degree days on the way....it's going to get mighty toasty!!! That means a) I need more work shoes and b) I need a few more skirts as all I was wearing were pants. So I need to look at my skirt supply and decide which ones are work worthy and how many more I should get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else is steamy??? My friend Jen!!! Tomorrow she is doing this really hard flute exam in the city and I know she's going to rock at it!!! I've heard her play and she is soooo good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway...I'm slightly bored and a tad hungry...hmmm, 12mins of work left...what to do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know I'll insert some lyrics and I want you to guess where it's from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautifully blue the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The glass is rising very high,&lt;br /&gt;Continue fine I hope it may,&lt;br /&gt;And yet it rained but yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it may pour again&lt;br /&gt;(I hear the country wants some rain),&lt;br /&gt;Yet people say, I know not why,&lt;br /&gt;That we shall have a warm July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did it take you???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116063802247867507?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116063802247867507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116063802247867507' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116063802247867507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116063802247867507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/steamy.html' title='Steamy...'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116037603355548302</id><published>2006-10-09T16:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:40:33.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskins and other weird things</title><content type='html'>So after recently seeing some really cool templates on my friends blogs...I endevoured to find some new templates for myself...without real success. Well i found some new templates...but after looking around my blogger dashboard and even enlisting the help of the blogger 'HELP' button up the top...I still couldn't find the answers to changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found two that I like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is from the Nightmare Before Christmas...a rather funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/320/Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one is just kind of dark and inspiring all at the same time and it reminds me a bit of Phantom of the Opera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/320/Persevre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now onto weird things... Today...Jen came and had lunch with me. Not an entirely weird thing, however she also had other purposes. To buy a white performance shirt, to post something and to buy some food. Now there was nothing weird about buying food...that was perfectly normal...however, while shopping for a white shirt, Jen and I noticed a rather strangely dressed maniquen. It was strange, not because it was wearing an ugly dress like one I saw a few weeks ago, but it was strange because it was wearing two shirts (different styles to help prevent too much skin being seen) yet one of the shirts was consistantly put on backwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This might sound odd and it might be difficult to picture...but imagine one of those thick strapped tank tops...the ones that gather in te centre at the back... A bit like these:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/1600/31_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/320/31_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now try and imagine wearing one of these back to front. Is it just me or is that just really strange??? Has 'fashion' really gone so far as to think that you can do almost anything and get away with it??? BAH!!! I shake my head in disappointment at you fashion!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other weird news...I'm driving a rather expensive car that is not mine...it is very scary!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116037603355548302?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116037603355548302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116037603355548302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116037603355548302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116037603355548302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogskins-and-other-weird-things.html' title='Blogskins and other weird things'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-116005257840090351</id><published>2006-10-05T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T22:49:38.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaces Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/1600/weird%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4719/1505/320/weird%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!!!! Stupid spaces doesn't work!!!! So it seems the unncessary blog has become quite necessary. I really wanted to update my photos too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired...so I'll whinge more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-116005257840090351?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/116005257840090351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=116005257840090351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116005257840090351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/116005257840090351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/10/spaces-sucks.html' title='Spaces Sucks'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-115925211275855326</id><published>2006-09-26T16:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T16:31:34.986+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sway With Me</title><content type='html'>In the absence of MSN Spaces working like it is supposed to...here be my blog for now...those of you who find it...well yay for you. I will post this on spaces once it stops being a poo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finding a sport (activity) to do over teh Summer months is always hard. See I'd love to just play hockey (there are various summer competitions and night comps going) but none of it is on when I am free. So that makes it impossible. I've thought of maybe doing other sports, but they just don't keep me motivated (Swimming) or as entertained (playing goalie in an indoor side for soccer or european handball). I have for a while now, wanted to take up some form of dance. I've been looking for most of this year at the possibilities and predominantly come up either with options that are further than I want to travel, too much money, or not enough info on their web sites. Well I subscribed to this one that has classes is Hornsby, Pennant Hills and Thornleigh. All good and close for me. The only problem was that none of their Term 4 timetables or prices were displayed. Today however I received an email with all of that information. But wait...the best news is yet to come...There is one class that is suitable in every area - time, price and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tempted...very tempted...Plus I don't have to buy any new clothes or anything like that and it'll keep me active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I do decide to do it I should appologise in advance to all the people who will have to put up with me and my dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-115925211275855326?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115925211275855326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=115925211275855326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/115925211275855326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/115925211275855326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/09/sway-with-me.html' title='Sway With Me'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-115699150934018248</id><published>2006-08-31T12:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T12:31:49.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes i realise how low my self esteem is. Today is one of those days, sometimes I wish I was bold and the way I am around you guys in the rest of my life. I feel so un confident in myself and it really frustrates me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-115699150934018248?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/115699150934018248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=115699150934018248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/115699150934018248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/115699150934018248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-realise-how-low-my-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenfafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17703186063139743154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.rwts.com.au/d/11610-2/jenjenhn1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-114414136150247673</id><published>2006-04-04T19:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T19:02:41.513+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm crap crap crap crap crap. I can't do anything right. What on earth is wrong with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my book on how to stay unstressed says we can't be perfect, and we can't always please people, but why is it that when I am not perfect and when I don't please people I end up the crappest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GET ANYTHING RIGHT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-114414136150247673?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114414136150247673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=114414136150247673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114414136150247673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114414136150247673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-crap-crap-crap-crap-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenfafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17703186063139743154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.rwts.com.au/d/11610-2/jenjenhn1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-114358645597094910</id><published>2006-03-29T09:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:54:16.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a While</title><content type='html'>Ok so I haven't had a whinge in a while and it's mostly because I feel ungrateful when I whinge and complain as the trivial little things that I whinge about have no purpose and infinite point in the grand scheme of things. But here I am, about to tell you about my morning. Looking back on it, a million thing could have gone much worse but they didn't. So really I am greatful. I just want to get this whole thing out of my system so I can move on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start with last night... My mum told me to decide whether Liz was well enough to go to ice skating this morning and it was decided that yes she was. She also has gone back to school for the first time in 2 weeks and 2 days as she has been suffering from this nasty flu which is going around. When I got home and informed my dad she was skating he told me that was a problem since he probably wasn't going to work. I mentioned that I would be willing to take her if he would pay for parking for me in North Sydney. That is about as far as the conversation went. I went and did other things and subsequently went to bed. Just before 6, Liz came into my room and woke me up saying that dad said I was supposed to be taking her to ice skating. After finidng out I had to get here there in the next half an hour, I bounded out of bed and was ready to go (showered and all) in 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Iwas getting dressed my dad was trying to talk to me, but being half asleep he didn't really catch any of what I said and I ended up storming out (because I had to go) with him telling me I should have told Liz she should *go away* (not what he said, but I happen to not like swearing). He also suggested I just park at Gordon and catch the train from there and then he said it was all Liz's fault that I was in such a rush etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now correct me if I'm wrong but he is her father and he is the 'responsible adult' so why is it her fault that he didn't arrange things properly for this morning? Yes she should have taken action (woken me up) earlier but those who know my sister would know that she doen't think in future tense, she thinks in the here and now and doesn't usually take into account travelling and getting ready time in these situations. Yes it's something she has to learn, but again, she is a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having more than enough time to drive back from Macquarie to Waitara as I decided that if I went an parked in North Sydney I would end up paying the $16 and not getting my parents to pay me back and also that I don't have money to waste when I have a pre-pad weekly ticket sitting right there in my wallet. I also ended up catching an earlier train and picked up breakfast on my way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So not as horrible a morning as it could have been given it was wet, dark and there was an accident North-bound on Lane Cove rd which happened to be the direction I was heading...but listening to Phantom of the Opera and not worrying as I had lots of options I could take (other stations I could have gone to if I thought I was going to miss my train) if I needed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really it and well since I'm at work it doesn't really matter now anyway. I'm far too busy to bother with what could have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However my brain functions are some what minimal at the moment and thinking is quite difficult. I feel sorry for everyone at work today as I'm probably going to do and say some pretty dumb things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-114358645597094910?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114358645597094910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=114358645597094910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114358645597094910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114358645597094910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/been-while.html' title='Been a While'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-114067320129946380</id><published>2006-02-23T16:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:40:01.300+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I can... I think I can</title><content type='html'>I think I can post.  I know I can post.  See I'm a big boy now and don't need a proper blogspot of my own to post.  So really this is just to prove a point I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-114067320129946380?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/114067320129946380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=114067320129946380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114067320129946380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/114067320129946380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-i-can-i-think-i-can.html' title='I think I can... I think I can'/><author><name>Steve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03521500139631447139</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-16022301.post-113893088088837567</id><published>2006-02-03T12:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T12:41:20.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>Well currently my bum hurts. I am at work and I am on my lunch break and I'm finding that the more I sit, the more my bum hurts. I'm tempted to go find an unoccupied area of the office and lie down for the next half an hour, but I think even I am too introverted for that. Oh if it weren't for the magical make-you-feel-better powers of chocolate I don't know what I would do.... mmmm, ovaltine milkshake. I bought this ovaltine drink stuff a while ago and whenever I need a bit of energy and a small chocolate fix it's right there just waiting to make my insides go MMMMMM......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I should possibly explain that I torn part of my butt muscle which is why it hurts...but only two people I know actually have this blog address and well they both already know. Last night the strapping tape around my waist was quite itchy but I'm glad it's stopped being a poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you know I'm going to a surprise belated birthday dinner tonight??? Well I am... My church's student minister was on leave over his birthday so we're planning a secret shin dig for him tonight which he just thinks is dinner... it should be good, but I will need to try and lie down most of the night. Yay for physio tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what else to write as I'm just feeling kinda blah at the moment. The thought of a 5 day week next week (since I only worked 2 days this week) is a horrible and nasty thought. Plus the weekend always goes too quickly for my liking!!! This weekend I have physio at 10:30, then I'm off to the markets with Lachie around 12, spending the evening with Steve and going to a movie. Sunday morning before church I have to take Liz ice skating, drop her home around 9 and head to church, go straight home from there so I can spend some time with Steve before he goes to the cricket with my mum. Plus Sunday is also our 8 month anniversary and that will be nice. It feels like it's been so long, yet things that happened before he and I started going out and even after we started going out, seem like they only happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to find somewhere to lie down now...my bum is hurting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-113893088088837567?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113893088088837567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=113893088088837567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113893088088837567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113893088088837567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-113192118813452935</id><published>2005-11-14T09:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:33:08.150+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Morning</title><content type='html'>Ok so today started out as any other monday morning where I had to get up earlier than I wanted to and go to work. So everything went well until I had to find clothes to wear and I discovered that  lot of my work clothes hadn't been washed yet. I found an outfit I was quite happy with only to discover the shirt had a stain on it and I had to get changed quickly. I was about to run out the door when I relaised I didn't have any food for today, but upon discovering the 30+ cat cans sitting in front of the freezer I thought better of it and ran out the door...I also forgot about the spider my dad had killed last ngiht and when I saw it's remains I almost fell down the stairs. So that sucked!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to go get money out so I could buy my ticket this morning when I discovered that the only ATM in westleigh is broken...more time wasted...I then decided to stop in at the shell on Pennant Hills road whenI discovered that they don't have an atm there any more. So I had to buy something and then take out cash or I would have missed my train and been late to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to sleep on the train which worked quite well until I was shocked by my phone ringing...It was mummy so that was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving at North Sydney I realised that since I'd been driving my mum's car, I had taken my keys out of my bag and left them on my bed. I have work keys and a swip card on my key ring so that meant I couldn't enter my building until 8. So I wasn't late but I like being in early as I can get more things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been a much worse morning and I remember saying to myself that "God you smell." As said by Andrew at youth group..then I remember asking what good could come from all these bad things happening and then when I finally got into the lift I remember thinking how silly it all was sicne I was at work on time and it's not like I was injured at all...or even in trouble....plus I then did find a nice close parking spot at the station, it's a lovely day and although I was certain something would go wrong at work, so far it's been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although  lost patience at times, I feel I was able to persevere and even come out more mature for it...Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-113192118813452935?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113192118813452935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=113192118813452935' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113192118813452935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113192118813452935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-morning.html' title='Bad Morning'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-113025057955594713</id><published>2005-10-26T00:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T00:29:39.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;good day today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D &lt;br /&gt;haha.. &lt;br /&gt;what can one say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOooOo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-113025057955594713?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113025057955594713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=113025057955594713' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113025057955594713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113025057955594713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/whooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Jenfafa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17703186063139743154</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.rwts.com.au/d/11610-2/jenjenhn1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-113020825524579990</id><published>2005-10-25T12:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:44:15.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whinge</title><content type='html'>Why can't people just be nice to each other??? Why when they are stresseddo they think it's ok to make everyone else around them feel miserable??? So we had a fire drill today...which wasn't a disaster but it could have been. The briefing before hand was supposedly moved to my floor because Level 7 couldn't do it and the next think i know, we get a call from the building supervisor saying that the evacuation has started, everyone on the floor should leave. So while telling everyone where to go (which door to exit out of), my boss (who didn't participate in the evecuation) yells at me for going down the stair first (which I wasn't even doing!!!). I was simply showing the others where to go before finding out who was actually participating and who was being lazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apart from forgetting to tell the IT guys and the fact that our door is one of the only ones actually alarmed and every time it closed and got re-opened, the alarm would go off....the whole thing went rather well. The only reason most trial evacuations don't work is that people know it's a drill so they don't care!!! It sucks being the designated fire warden mainly because half the time my opinion is not respected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my boss asks me (while I'm in the middle of a conversation with someone else) whether I'd finished setting up a project..I said Yes, she asked when I was going to tell her and i mentioned that I'd only just finished it before the drill happened...I resisted telling her that if she had been at her desk rather than up at the front desk chatting, that I would have told her sooner...but considering she snaps at me when I tell her work stuff while she's chatting I decided to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I feel exhausted... and a bit grumpy... but both should pass as I wont let it ruin my day!!! I found out that Amanda is reading Jesus Freaks and loving it...she's finding it inspiring and scary at the same time but is reflecting on her own life maturely and her email this morning was really exciting. Plus I'm having lots of pizza tonight...so how could I let little office stuff bother me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for venting and not keeping things inside!!! Yay for Pizza....but especially yay for God, who is so awesome and loving and protecting :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-113020825524579990?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/113020825524579990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=113020825524579990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113020825524579990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/113020825524579990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/whinge.html' title='Whinge'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112959218131787189</id><published>2005-10-19T02:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T09:36:47.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>So this is me procrastinating...Yes I am at work...but I have my assignment sitting next to me and I could be typing it up so I don't have to lose sleep later in the week or even have to rush during my lunch hour etc to get it done by Friday...I'm so naughty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway...I don't even know why I am writing on here...but I almost felt like I was neglecting it which is strange since I didn't want to create the silly thing in the first place. So last night I had bible study and I just couldn't help myself... Almost anything Angela or David did or said reminded me of Steve...yes you heard me!!! Just the way they said things and well they did talk about him... but it was fun and bec kept saying ewwww, which made me blush!!! So not fair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I noticed last night??? How easily people will suddenly fall away from a group of friends and meld straight into another one. Now I'm sure the two people I know who read this will know who I'm talking about but it's weird when on one night two people will be more acquaintances than friends and the next they are hanging out and doing things together almost every weekend and while at uni. It makes me sad when people can't integrate their groups of friends.. I mean it's silly to think that just because you are friends with someone, that they are going to get along with every single other friend you have, but if you don't even try to put the two together than what hope is there???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh school was so easy when it came to socialising... but I have decided I am glad it is over as I am glad to see how much people (ok so most people) have been able to mature since leaving school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I don't even know what I'm going on about anymore... but I do know that I want to wear my formal dress again...I want a reason to take it out of my cupboard again and to wear it out...I came so close to being able to as well... I propose a fake formal... but it also must have an after formal since I missed out last year. Yes that was my own fault that I got in early and then had all these people pull out... which is why I want one now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm going to put these fingers to good use and start typing my assignment. Thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112959218131787189?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112959218131787189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112959218131787189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112959218131787189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112959218131787189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112891176255868234</id><published>2005-10-11T05:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:36:02.566+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Buble</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm just going to say it...I think he's pretty cute and oh my gosh...what a performer. He certainly knows how to appeal to all age groups and sexes... Some of his jokes were a little rude, but nothing in his performance suggested he was anything more than just another guy. He would do and say silly things, got tongue tied, play jokes on the audience (suggesting that jazz music was a great blues band being thrown down the stairs) and just being generally silly ("You say you love me, but next week you'll all be, Guy Sebastian!").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, as you might have guessed, I went and saw him in concert with Jen. It was crazy cold and very windy, but definately worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this lady supposed to be opening the show called Jann Arden and just before her second song she was saying to the audience to turn to the person they came with and put their hand on the other person's inner thigh... then lean in and kiss their ear lobe...I'm not sure what she said after that but since it was jen I had gone with....she and I stopped there although it does seem I have another person's blessing to be with jen. While I was getting coffee she then told a story about a friend of hers (I think) who was in the woods (or something like that) sunbaking and she had covered herself in coconut oil and fallen asleep. She woke up with a bear licking herbecause of the oil and then went back numerous other times, not sure if she should be turned on or not....all I can say is EWWWWW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me...have you heard the song Fever??? Well there is a verse in it about Pocahontus (I don't care about the spelling) and Captain Smith:&lt;br /&gt;Captain Smith and Pocahontus had a very mad affair&lt;br /&gt;When her daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare.&lt;br /&gt;He gives me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight&lt;br /&gt;Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy wont you treat him right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the first night Jen and I went into see the concert (when it was postponed) Jen is quoted saying, "Daddy, don't kill Tim. He gives me fever!" She also said it in a little girls voice which just made it even funnier. But yes...it was quite the funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go...just so you know Steve you are still my number one by a long way!!!! So even if I do have a little crush on Michael Buble...I only like him for his voice...I like all of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112891176255868234?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112891176255868234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112891176255868234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112891176255868234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112891176255868234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/michael-buble.html' title='Michael Buble'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112849770622050609</id><published>2005-10-06T10:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:58:33.280+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary - [Tribute to Jen]</title><content type='html'>Wow, today is my 4 month anniversary with Steve...although to me it feels like so much longer. Oh so many stories... you see, before Steve and I started going out (in June), there were months prior to that where I liked him. I first noticed him at a kitchen tea in early November..then again at Summer camp in late December. I took a little more notice in February at a concert when he sat next to me part way through and it was all out in the open (well at amongst my girlfriends and sister anyway), in April after touch football. Not long til Jen's mum had figured it out and well anyone who didn't know at Jen's party (either because they had left or completely missed Steve and I holding hands), might have picked it up at church two days later when Steve was asked if he had a girlfriend and he said maybe... I received a fair amount of nudging and pokes after that... so yes that afternoon we started going out and it's been lovely ever since...he knows what I would consider my three biggest secrets (or rather the things I don't go shoulting out to the world) and he has accepted them and has been loving and supportive constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hard thing was learning how to read his mind... not understanding why he did certain things or why he said certain things...but now I pretty much know and it's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wouldn't have been so easy without my awesome girls...Jen in particular. My darling, sweetie... so precious and so special to me... you help me to keep my self on track and live my life for God... I know I sometimes get caught up with Steve and it's hard to keep my promise of not leaving you out when he and I are being coupley and I hope you understand as I try my hardest to keep you both happy. You were there first, you were there when I needed you most and I'm not about to let all that go. I love you Jen and I cherrish the fun times we have, the times we can cry together, the times we can be serious together... I cherrish my own life because of the way you have helped me to build it and continue to help me live it. I love you more than a friend, as the word friend sounds so inadequate when looking at everything we've been through... you know I couldn't have done it without you and I love watching the way God is using you for his purposes. You amaze me. Your strength and vulnerability. Your smarts and your dumbs (:P). Your creativity and your spark for life and God especially. You are beautiful in every single way. Never forget that. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112849770622050609?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112849770622050609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112849770622050609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112849770622050609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112849770622050609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/10/anniversary-tribute-to-jen.html' title='Anniversary - [Tribute to Jen]'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112787512377956230</id><published>2005-09-29T05:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:38:43.786+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blahMoo blah blah blah*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was very random...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in answering Jen's question from my pot stirer entry, no I didn't call him...and I was lucky enough to have pretty much forgotten that Iw as even suppose to since I was having so much fun with you and Steve when we went to see Charlie and the Chocolate factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am so full right now...I just ate my dinner...yes dinner, I know it's lunch time but thats what I do...I eat dinner at lunch time and some form of toast (usually) or a v.small dinner at night time since there is no need for lots of energy at night unless you are going to burn it off. It makes sense to me...especially sicne after all the sport I had been doing I am now being quite lazy!!! Must find exercise to do!!! Don't like running, can't find an area big enough without concrete to walk briskly, although I would go bush walking if I had company and I don't really know what sort of summer sport I want to do. I should just start swimming so I'm doing something until I find something more my speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleaned my room last night... I started at 7:15 (had wanted to start at 7 but was serving up dinner) and with a few breaks and pauses in between then and 11, I managed to make my floor look tidy... I had 4 large bags (2/3 a rubbish bag worth each) at the end of it and an almost full basket of clothes I no longer want. I will really have to go through all my other clothes and discard the ones I never wear. Some I have never worn which is a shame really and I feel guilty about it, but I can't really help that now as they either don't fit or I don't like them. So yes I am rather tired after going through uni stuff, cosmetics, clothes and rubbish. I hope I can keeop it clean from now on, but we'll see. I only cleane dit because Steve and I will be watching Spics and Specs tonight but there is a movie on one of the movie channels at the same time, so I figured we'd need an alternate location to watch it. Kind of scary that Lachie has been in my room twice (once I wasn't even there) and Steve hasn't even seen it and still might not. He's so clean it'll still look really messy by his standards, but oh well...what can you do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping now...my tummy is really full and I'm so glad I didn't eat that dinner last night or i would have felt yuck!!! Cheese and tomoato on toast is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112787512377956230?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112787512377956230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112787512377956230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112787512377956230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112787512377956230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/moo-blah-blah-blahmoo-blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112779820034469637</id><published>2005-09-27T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:40:27.563+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>As the title suggests, I am bored!!! I am also cranky with myself for lying today. It's not like it was huge, but it impacted other people and it turns out that the event I was trying to avoid (working back late) will occur next wednesday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only person who I know that reads this is me and possibly Steve, but even though I posted this lie on the forum, I hope he has forgotten this address. Well at least I feel bad about the lie even though I still told it. As if I didn't feel bad then that would be more of a worry. I also found out (from a comment posted by Jen) that she also remembers the address. Hmph to being a sinner!!! :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So:&lt;br /&gt;Dearest God and Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me for lying and help me to stay strong in my faith, to speak the truth and to be loving, kind and gentle when I do it so I don't hurt anyone else in the process. Thank you for your grace and in the words of a Jesus Freak "For just being such a great guy"&lt;br /&gt;In your son's most precious and holy name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112779820034469637?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112779820034469637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112779820034469637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112779820034469637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112779820034469637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112726014211749452</id><published>2005-09-22T02:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T09:49:02.123+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Steeeeevvvvveeee</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you are keeping up to date with this unncessary blog of mine, but that last comment ad was a dating service...they want me to date other people!!! I think that is just sooo rude!!! I wonder if they actually read the blogs before they spam them?? Hmmm, well that is my whinge/rant...well actually I have a killer headache so I might be going home from work early today...as in it is currently 9:49 and I might go home VERY soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112726014211749452?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112726014211749452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112726014211749452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112726014211749452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112726014211749452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/steeeeevvvvveeee.html' title='Steeeeevvvvveeee'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112682625536422624</id><published>2005-09-16T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:17:35.366+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Stirrer???</title><content type='html'>Ok so I got an sms this morning from my ex, who I'm on fairly good speaking terms with. I don't contact him much but every now and again I'll get a random message from him etc. This morning's one was similar to many others as he was complaining about old ladies who constantly talk to him so he asked me to save him (which means call him so he can ignore her without being rude). It's kind of sweet that he doesn't want to be rude to old ladies, but don't gt me wrong, he's happily rude to most other people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so we're talking and I ask him how he is and how his girlfriend is to which he tells me is horrible. Apparently she is very clingy and possessive. Not to mention very jealous. She is apparently the most jealous of me though since obviously I was with Kevin before her etc...blah blah blah... now I've been asked to give him a call tongiht while he's out with her as apparently it will drive her nuts. I get the feeling he wants her to leave him just so he doesn't have to be the one to break it off etc, but anyway. I don't know if I should or not. See I don't mind doing favours for friends and that, but this pot stirring business which might cause the breakup of a relationship is just not my thing. Once it might have been (in fact I can recall a time I would have done it so I could go out with the person) but not now. Even if I did call with perfect innocence, I would still know it was going to have a harmful affect on someone else. BAH!!!! How very very stupid!!! I guess I hope I will have an easy way out and either forget or be busy in a movie or something, but I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that'll do, I blog here more than enough as it is!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112682625536422624?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112682625536422624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112682625536422624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112682625536422624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112682625536422624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/pot-stirrer.html' title='Pot Stirrer???'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112666977205466631</id><published>2005-09-14T13:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:02:14.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh, Ahhh...</title><content type='html'>So I never thought I of all people would be special enough to get blog spammed!!! Sure, on my space I get people coming and telling me their opinions whether I want to know them or not, but I definately did not expect attention on this waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of my time thank you... I'm going to go eat my tic tacs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112666977205466631?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112666977205466631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112666977205466631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112666977205466631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112666977205466631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/ohh-ahhh.html' title='Ohh, Ahhh...'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112658902119924396</id><published>2005-09-13T15:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:10:19.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm being a bit of a snob by posting here as I'm only really going to post a bunch of rubbish that I feel like getting out of my head and I don't want to spam my space with..... I'm working on writing a movie review for Charlie and The Chocolate Factory for this Christian Magazine. I'm struggling with the wording at the moment as I'm kinda tired and I want to put a Christian spin on it without going too left field. It's definately a moral movie which can teach people a lot about being spoilt, but I'm sure the words will come to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going away to Women's Convention this weekend and it's going to be nuts... I love going away with church people as it's always just so awesome. Another reason I can't wait to go on Summer camp this year. I hope my sis comes to Summer camp but we had a big fight last night as she got cranky because dinner wasn't ready but she still started serving it anyway. So she starts yelling etc and my dad got really angry with her. Now I love my dad, but he has a bad temper with a shortish fuse and it's always really short when he's talking to my sis. So I took her to her room and basically yelled at her telling her to stop being so dumb about everything as she was really ungratefull about everythign she has. Anyway, so i balled my eyes out all the way to picking up my friends before bible study but luckily none of them noticed and it all went undetected. I love my sis, but she just doesn't seem to have the drive to do much of anything and when people try and help or constructively critisise she goes nuts thinking they are personally attacking her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm hungry so i'm going to go eat my museli bar.... I'm glad I rubbished on... later days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112658902119924396?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112658902119924396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112658902119924396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112658902119924396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112658902119924396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/09/uncomfortable.html' title='Uncomfortable'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16022301.post-112544447150605254</id><published>2005-09-01T02:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:27:51.510+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What The???</title><content type='html'>Wow, blogger is still as annoying as before.... or am I an internet snob??? Considering I don't use HTML and I like the luxuries of MSN Spaces, does that make me a snob??? It probably does but I like my creature comforts especially when I don't know enough about HTML and the like to work these things properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I needed an account so I could post comments and well anyone who knows me knows that I generally like to have my two cents put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those of you who would like to see my snobby space with crazy photos and the like on it, just go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/monkeybutler"&gt;http://spaces.msn.com/members/monkeybutler&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So um yeah. Prob wont be back here for a while. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16022301-112544447150605254?l=unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112544447150605254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16022301&amp;postID=112544447150605254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112544447150605254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16022301/posts/default/112544447150605254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unnecessaryblog.blogspot.com/2005/08/what.html' title='What The???'/><author><name>Saair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03845587095343474525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i173.photobucket.com/albums/w59/Sarahs_bucket_photos/Me%20and%20My%20Friends/P03-21-07_23-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
