<?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-10717150</id><updated>2011-09-01T01:50:15.040+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home of Drunken Fences</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115922058671762468</id><published>2006-09-26T09:27:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T09:43:06.830+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes make the best pets</title><content type='html'>Well well wellie well WELL. Here's a quick run down of things that have happened lately that I deem interesting enough to inform you about:&lt;br /&gt;1. Its the holidays&lt;br /&gt;2. Mock exams are over&lt;br /&gt;3. Working in the holidays sucks ass&lt;br /&gt;4. My gran nearly died&lt;br /&gt;5. My aunt Laura is over from the USA&lt;br /&gt;6. JOHN MAYER IS COMING TO NZ! And I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;7. Continuum is a bloody fantastic album (I won it from the Classic Hits radio station haha!)&lt;br /&gt;8. I have Bebo (..I discovered I already had an account before I even knew what it was)&lt;br /&gt;9. Had people round on sunday night... the first of many nights I plan to drink haha&lt;br /&gt;10. White Ninja is getting better and better with each comic strip (hence the title)&lt;br /&gt;11. An Unconvient Truth is on tonight! (for freeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;12. Stormbreaker is an absolutley hilarious movie (strongly recommended)&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;br /&gt;14. (skipped out 13 since its an unlucky number)&lt;br /&gt;15. Voice is gunna be in the Observer this week (we picked up rubbish after the end of term lol)&lt;br /&gt;16. uhhh.... the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go, was that sufficient for you (Kelda, Michelle, Glo!)?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off for a morning jog on the treadmill (gotta get fit for volleyball, seeing as I haven't been to ANY practices, oh yea!)&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm in the senior girls A team for vball! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now!&lt;br /&gt;Mwah mwah ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115922058671762468?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115922058671762468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115922058671762468&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115922058671762468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115922058671762468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/09/snakes-make-best-pets.html' title='Snakes make the best pets'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115622797532907155</id><published>2006-08-22T18:09:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T18:26:15.350+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealth is ALWAYS in fashion</title><content type='html'>Well, here's a treat for my beloved readers: an actual written update!&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooo and yeah, can't be bothered relaying all the stuff that's going on at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of good things that are currently happening/ have happened / whatever..:&lt;br /&gt;- it's e-ma's bday tomorrow! and amelia's. plus e-ma is having a party in her jap class of which I am proud to say I am invited to (I know she just wants me for my food! ; ( lol ).&lt;br /&gt;- John Mayer's new album (Continuum, duh!) is coming out in 3 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;- there is a white ninja comic about being vegetarian (its HILarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the bad things...:&lt;br /&gt;- I have to work both days this weekend&lt;br /&gt;- my chem teacher has a fixation with the saying 'anal retentive' (AND gloria and I had to do our titration (sp?) experiment three times!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- exams are soon and I don't have the will power to study&lt;br /&gt;- I have to get up on my only glide-free morning to go to pre season training for vball (wait, I like vball, so that's good! ish).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to finish off my grand list of things, is the worst one of all...... dum dum dum.....&lt;br /&gt;Ready?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat has the most revolting breath in the WORLD! I can't even stand to hold her because she opens her tiny jaws and the reekness just wafts out... it's suffocating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I best leave it here, so you can really soak up that last piece of info.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir mes oiseaux lourds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115622797532907155?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115622797532907155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115622797532907155&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115622797532907155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115622797532907155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/stealth-is-always-in-fashion.html' title='Stealth is ALWAYS in fashion'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580203387982940</id><published>2006-08-17T20:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:07:13.886+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20079.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20079.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fancy transport to the ball...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580203387982940?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580203387982940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580203387982940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580203387982940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580203387982940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/our-fancy-transport-to-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580192275951024</id><published>2006-08-17T20:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:05:22.766+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20076.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20076.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all live on a couch on wheels (hey!), a couch on wheels (hey!), a couch on wheels (HEY!)... (the song we sung when we were pulling up to the entrance...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580192275951024?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580192275951024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580192275951024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580192275951024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580192275951024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-all-live-on-couch-on-wheels-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580165659190130</id><published>2006-08-17T20:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:00:56.600+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20043.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20043.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny mustve happened... but what's Gloria's hand doing? &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580165659190130?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580165659190130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580165659190130&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580165659190130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580165659190130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/something-funny-mustve-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580152735909115</id><published>2006-08-17T19:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:58:47.366+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20031.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina = anti-christ. Gloria = vampiress. Me = seduction (hahaha stop laughing!). Becka = happy and fiesty! Jenny = genuinly smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580152735909115?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580152735909115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580152735909115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580152735909115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580152735909115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/christina-anti-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580107609067154</id><published>2006-08-17T19:51:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:51:16.110+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww... we're ALL smiling! We look so preeeeetty...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580107609067154?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580107609067154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580107609067154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580107609067154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580107609067154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115580079429098000</id><published>2006-08-17T19:46:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T19:46:34.296+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20001.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granmama avec moi (my hand looks like her hand... creepy...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115580079429098000?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115580079429098000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115580079429098000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580079429098000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115580079429098000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/granmama-avec-moi-my-hand-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115519890582891876</id><published>2006-08-10T20:35:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:35:05.836+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gang; perfectly captured by Thomas Lane.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115519890582891876?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115519890582891876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115519890582891876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519890582891876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519890582891876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/gang-perfectly-captured-by-thomas-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115519875146397937</id><published>2006-08-10T20:32:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:32:31.470+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my! Who are all those fantastic-looking woman? Especially that knock-out in the black strapless dress!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115519875146397937?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115519875146397937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115519875146397937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519875146397937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519875146397937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-who-are-all-those-fantastic.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-115519856702237271</id><published>2006-08-10T20:29:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T20:29:27.050+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Ball%2006%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Ball%2006%20001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice moi! Avec ma famille&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115519856702237271?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115519856702237271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115519856702237271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519856702237271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115519856702237271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/08/voice-moi-avec-ma-famille.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115412995714941629</id><published>2006-07-29T11:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T11:39:17.166+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yeah, haven't updated in a while on account of me being busy... Lot's have happened, can't be fucked explaining. Ball is exactly in one week, I'm getting so excited! Although I'm NOT looking forward to getting my cornrows done again... hurts like hell (doesn't help that I have a sensitive head- can't even stand someone else brushing my hair!). Also gotta sort out transport to the ball... so far I think Kendrah, Christina, Jenny and I are going on a trailer with a couch on it.. and Marika and Beka are going in a late Mustang. So yeah, I have a lot of homework to do before I go do my monthly vege shopping and one more trip to P-town (Porirua haha) to find some jewellery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this lil update will placate those who still read this goddamn blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Michelle, youre 16 right? Cause you need id to get into the afterball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. does anyone (who's going to the ball and my pre-ball) want to come with me to an old folks' home to see my grandma before the pre-ball? I don't wanna go near those old ducks by myself! They'll pinch my cheeks and make me twirl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115412995714941629?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115412995714941629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115412995714941629&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115412995714941629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115412995714941629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115273785614335021</id><published>2006-07-13T08:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T08:57:36.160+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick one!&lt;br /&gt;Please notify me if you can DEFINATELY come to the Pete Murray concert ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115273785614335021?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115273785614335021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115273785614335021&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115273785614335021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115273785614335021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-quick-one-please-notify-me-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115226261600595677</id><published>2006-07-07T18:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:56:56.110+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Two update requests; is this a sign from god?</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh I can't be bothered with an greeting.... Well, holidays have been interesting so far. Worked for a few days. Searched for a ball dress (finally found one! but I'm not going to describe... I'll leave it to your imagination). Joined a gym (with G. Dogg).  Watched Tokoyo Drift at Jenny's with various other people. Bought Spiralina gelatine-free yoghurt (should be interesting...). Spent an afternoon pigging out on fruit and wonka (yum!) choc while watching Fruits Basket (at beckerie's... where else? lol). Contracted the flu- my whole head feels like its ten times its normal size (and I have work tomorrow; great!).  Chest muscles are aching (which is not good especially for a female! I think I pulled something at the gym...). Hmmm what else... OH and Pete Murray is coming back to NZ!!! On August 4th (who cares if its the night before the ball), and I am sooooooooo there! Anyone up to coming with me, give me a yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go deflate my head... send your best wishes to my 'chest muscles'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loraxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I'm going skiing next week and there's room for one friend... The competition is ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115226261600595677?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115226261600595677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115226261600595677&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115226261600595677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115226261600595677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-update-requests-is-this-sign-from.html' title='Two update requests; is this a sign from god?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115173367968765991</id><published>2006-07-01T17:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:01:19.710+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop, hammer time = NOT ORIGINAL! YOU BASTARDS STOLE IT!</title><content type='html'>The stupid fuckers took down my STOP EATING ANIMALS sticker.&lt;br /&gt;This heinous act will be avenged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115173367968765991?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115173367968765991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115173367968765991&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115173367968765991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115173367968765991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/07/stop-hammer-time-not-original-you.html' title='Stop, hammer time = NOT ORIGINAL! YOU BASTARDS STOLE IT!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115112867781697008</id><published>2006-06-24T17:47:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:57:57.856+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tout le monde a SIDA, SIDA SIDA SIDA!</title><content type='html'>As requested by Kelda, I shall describe to you how tired I am...&lt;br /&gt;I have three assignments (worth credits!) due next week, one test, and a whole weekend of work. This weekend I am working BOTH days, and must complete homework for all 6 subjects. I have gotten little sleep in the past week because of haunting dreams about creepy Australians that have exceedingly creepy laughs, and also the damn cat insists of sleeping against/on me even though there's a entire double bed- worth of space. I know this all doesnt sound THAT bad, but it is! ESPECIALLY since my sister (+ Chelsea) are now back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, next saturday Matt's gunna pay me to eat a whole sundae and a single ice cream because he thinks I cant do it because he sold two double ice creams to a large lady (and who he thought is gunna eat both of them). But yeah... urgh I feel random. And I cant write. Must save strength for homework.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. SIDA means aids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115112867781697008?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115112867781697008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115112867781697008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115112867781697008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115112867781697008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/06/tout-le-monde-sida-sida-sida-sida.html' title='Tout le monde a SIDA, SIDA SIDA SIDA!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-115062047752075204</id><published>2006-06-18T20:42:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:59:31.443+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people don't think of dogs as pets. They see them as vermin to be slaughtered. Is that okay with you?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm 17. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. howd you guys like the party? Thanks so much for all the cool presents too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pps. look out for the new desecretion of the Ratanui turn off stop sign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-115062047752075204?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/115062047752075204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=115062047752075204&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115062047752075204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/115062047752075204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-people-dont-think-of-dogs-as-pets.html' title='Some people don&apos;t think of dogs as pets. They see them as vermin to be slaughtered. Is that okay with you?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114991707998079628</id><published>2006-06-10T17:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T17:24:40.003+12:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when they take your material, and youve already sold your soul?</title><content type='html'>Yo yo yo tout le monde.&lt;br /&gt;Here's good ol' update for my fans to give a little insight into my current life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jackie's party on sunday night, had fun, did some regretful stuff (again! no more woodstock!), lol and I have to say it was better than Adele's... lots more people, which of course means more fun (and drunken dancing!). I went with Kate and Glo, and it was so funny when we arrived, because people were coming up to us and hugging us like it was a huge reunion (we came late, so people were coma-ing out by then).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked for the ENTIRE long weekend which was a real drag, but Erina was supervising which made it okay because shes so nice! She lets us have longer breaks, or sometimes two in one afternoon, and she buys me scones and lollies that have no gelatine in them! If only all my supervisors were as good! (Viv is a close second, she lets me and Sinead get away with doing nothing!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else... Went into town on friday with Glo to go to an environmental hui (it wasnt what it seemed... but saw Karen who went to the YES conference with us!), then walked around for a bit looking at scummy ball dresses (and we bought cookies from Mrs Higgins and the asian guy there said to gloria that she likes going to clubs! or something similar). So yeah, walked around Cuba St, got some gooooooood vegie indian korma for dinner, then went looking for St Johns church which is were the Animal Rights Conference was. Made it there after consulting the map only once (go me!), and had a good look at heaps of brochures and buttons and stuff (bought two, and got a free sample of vegan dog food- score). Then later on the film started, it was really sad and horrible... got me crying a few times... not to mention a lot of the audience. Then in the break we had vegan chocolate and popcorn, then watched half of a permiere of an animal rights film. We had to leave early though to catch the 9.30 train but got a ride with Glo's aunt so we didnt have to walk. And... what else... I got a HUGE sticker which says "Meat is murder" on it (gave it to Jen, who is going vegetarian with Chels... shes gunna stick it on her car = hilarious lol). I also got a sticker saying "eating animals"which you stick on stop signs. Cool huh! I might put it on the ratanui turn off sign, over the 'hammer time'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, today was my first day off in a long time. Felt good to just sit around, read, laugh at my sister being a psycho, and cuddle the morbidly obese Bailey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah I've written a lot. I think thats enough to last you guys until my birthday (which is on this wednesday! 17 I will be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my party will be this saturday, so keep it free!&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114991707998079628?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114991707998079628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114991707998079628&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114991707998079628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114991707998079628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-happens-when-they-take-your.html' title='What happens when they take your material, and youve already sold your soul?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114928131083784747</id><published>2006-06-03T08:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:48:30.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a mexiCAN, or a mexiCANT?</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a pretty average week. Had a really good badminton practice because only Jenny and I were there (the rest of the team was generally unaccounted for...) so Keith could concentrate all his power onto kicking only our arses (although I did manage to fool him into thinking I was going to serve to the back when I just gently tipped it over the net... score one for Lora,  a gizillion for Keith, lol).&lt;br /&gt;Also went the the Lincoln Uni thing on wednesday avo which was very exciting because now I am almost convinced that I will go there to study environmental science or environmental management (Jenny came and she wants to go there too now! hurray!).&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else? Oh yeah, went to the ballroom dancing lessons which were very fun, although most guys seem to have trouble with leading and/or keeping in time, but other than that they all did very well lol. I was thoroughly surprised though that it would be that Denis guy to teacher us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suppose I should go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114928131083784747?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114928131083784747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114928131083784747&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114928131083784747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114928131083784747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-mexican-or-mexicant.html' title='Are you a mexiCAN, or a mexiCANT?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114871886236482049</id><published>2006-05-27T20:34:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T20:34:22.380+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/8008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/8008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball dress I love!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114871886236482049?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114871886236482049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114871886236482049&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114871886236482049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114871886236482049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/05/ball-dress-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114837186327006958</id><published>2006-05-23T19:58:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:11:03.310+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Forca</title><content type='html'>Well it's update time, in accordance with Kelda. Not much has been happening. Worked allllllll weekend because no one else could/wanted to work. OMG Hayden is leaving! And Matt has his resignition letter typed! And Sinead is looking for a better full time job! Soon it'll be just Bevan and I, every single weekend, because for some shit stupid reason the company won't let Erina hire anyone else! ARGHH! Soon my life will be nothing. I will earn heaps of money and have no time to spend it. Unless I spend it on Trade Me which I don't know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAnyway, had a swell badminton prac today, kicked Jaquita's (hate her) arse in a game, nearly won a doubles game with Kendrah against the stupid up-themselves Pram 1 team, who didn't even know how to play the new doubles game properly! Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis on saturday night with Glo, got attacked by weird fat beetles. Also saw The Da Vinci Code with Jenny, Beka and Glo which was excellent! Then waited an hour outside KFC for Jenny with a bunch of drunk guys from col (who were mooning Clark through the windows he then had to clean). Chelsea was supposed to pick us up but she fell asleep so we had to get another ride.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it was Glo's bday on thursday, and Kelda's yesterday, so happy 16th birthday to the both of you! Soon it shall be my birthday, but I'll be 17 : ) Man I'm old. I can't decide whether to have a party either... I want to, but I can't be bothered deciding on all the details.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Macbeth essay awaits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lovely loser loner laughing lauded Lora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Kelda, Gloria: what do you want for your birthday presents?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114837186327006958?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114837186327006958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114837186327006958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114837186327006958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114837186327006958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/05/forca.html' title='Forca'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114775180174628834</id><published>2006-05-16T15:45:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T15:56:41.770+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch my disease...</title><content type='html'>Hey all. I'm sick. It's terrible, I still have a 'chesty' cough, sore throat and disgustingly runny nose (oh, plus today I developed a consistent sneeze!) after four days. Blame it on the vegies for not having my immune system up to scratch. Hope it's not going to go on for too much longer, got two assessments this week (french convo and chem test), but more importantly I'm missing out on badminton. It feels so wrong not going to school, I find it hard sitting on the couch all day with the heater on watching endless movies ; ). Anyway, wish me a speedy recovery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114775180174628834?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114775180174628834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114775180174628834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114775180174628834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114775180174628834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/05/catch-my-disease.html' title='Catch my disease...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114707491360559021</id><published>2006-05-08T19:52:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:55:13.633+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Moderate your comments!</title><content type='html'>Hey... It seems I have neglected my blog for basically the first time ever! My god! I just don't have the time at the moment, been oh soooooooooo busy, what with homework, assessments, work, parties (haha let's NOT discuss that). Anyway I should be studying for my bio assessment, adieu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114707491360559021?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114707491360559021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114707491360559021&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114707491360559021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114707491360559021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/05/moderate-your-comments.html' title='Moderate your comments!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585901354222289</id><published>2006-04-24T18:10:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:10:13.550+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20064.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20064.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A roleplay workshop... The only time where the work was voluntary (lol jokes... *cough*)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585901354222289?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585901354222289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585901354222289&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585901354222289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585901354222289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/roleplay-workshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585890956882770</id><published>2006-04-24T18:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:08:29.566+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20062.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20062.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln campus with the library. Its so pretty in autumn, with so many leaves that they needed a leaf blower!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585890956882770?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585890956882770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585890956882770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585890956882770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585890956882770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/lincoln-campus-with-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585882934064493</id><published>2006-04-24T18:07:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:07:09.340+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20056.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20056.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelda's friend John standing next to a MASSIVE cactus!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585882934064493?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585882934064493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585882934064493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585882934064493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585882934064493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/keldas-friend-john-standing-next-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-114585874228130224</id><published>2006-04-24T18:05:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:05:42.280+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20052.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20052.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: rockclimbing up a wall of sand; impossible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585874228130224?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585874228130224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585874228130224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585874228130224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585874228130224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/note-to-self-rockclimbing-up-wall-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585863247541362</id><published>2006-04-24T18:03:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:03:52.483+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20045.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20045.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutty bus driver crashed us at Mt Somers Station, had to get pulled out by a tractor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585863247541362?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585863247541362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585863247541362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585863247541362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585863247541362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/nutty-bus-driver-crashed-us-at-mt.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585855931483864</id><published>2006-04-24T18:02:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:02:39.326+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria and I at the Rangitiki river (I think) aka a braided river which was carved out by a glacier for those who do geography.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585855931483864?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585855931483864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585855931483864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585855931483864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585855931483864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/gloria-and-i-at-rangitiki-river-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-114585844717365402</id><published>2006-04-24T18:00:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:00:47.186+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ligers and another group (name unknown) at the beach near Lake Ellesmere. Tres chic!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585844717365402?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585844717365402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585844717365402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585844717365402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585844717365402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/ligers-and-another-group-name-unknown.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114585835361954801</id><published>2006-04-24T17:59:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:59:13.726+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/YES06%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/YES06%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrah testing the clarity of the stream water at a local Marae at YES06.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114585835361954801?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114585835361954801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114585835361954801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585835361954801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114585835361954801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/kendrah-testing-clarity-of-stream.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114500018252094281</id><published>2006-04-14T19:30:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T19:36:22.543+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me why I have to pratice on your heart</title><content type='html'>Wow, so it's the holidays already! Can't say it didn't feel like a whole, boring, stupid, tiring term. Choice...&lt;br /&gt;Went to Becca's surprise party last night... it was pretty fun... played in a field... played in a playground... played on that bmx bike track... listened to really old music like that "I'm Blue" song in Jenny's car... watched a movie... Possibly the best end to a term ever ; ). But, then I had to get up at 6am this morning to drive Norm to the airport ALL BY MYSELF! (gosh! lol) And yeah... I'm going to go to my easter egg hunt now! Yatta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Good Friday and end of the first term!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114500018252094281?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114500018252094281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114500018252094281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114500018252094281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114500018252094281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/tell-me-why-i-have-to-pratice-on-your.html' title='Tell me why I have to pratice on your heart'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114448898278697240</id><published>2006-04-08T21:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:36:22.813+12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Faster You Go, The Bigger The Skid Mark</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a very interesting day today. Went to that police driving thing in the afternoon with Anna D, saw Paul Walker and Jake from my Chem class there. There was also a lot of other random guys there who were random. Anyway, it was so much fun! We got to practice breaking before hitting buckets and trying to turn without locking the wheels etc. before dying. Omg and we got to ride in a police car at 120kmph! It took like.... I cant remember but 30 or so metres to stop once breaked! They also gave us certificates and vouchers (a $10 boucher for Havoc... and the whole thing cost $10 anyway... so its like doing it for free!). Meet some pretty cool people too (got asked for my number too ; ] ).&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, went to up Coasties afterwards and saw Christina working... and now I'm home alone with a sore gum/mutated tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my RIVETING entry!&lt;br /&gt;Comment moi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114448898278697240?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114448898278697240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114448898278697240&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114448898278697240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114448898278697240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/faster-you-go-bigger-skid-mark.html' title='The Faster You Go, The Bigger The Skid Mark'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114422508842702218</id><published>2006-04-05T20:08:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:18:08.426+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings Missing</title><content type='html'>"It aint your tv, thought its fun to laugh at people sometimes... It aint your computer, though its nice to spend the whole night online... Its not your movies, I see the same damn story line... Its only music now, its only music now..." - John Mayer Trio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that someone has finally commented, I can update : ). See, thats the way things work round here. I post, you comment, I know I'm appreciated and I'm not just writing to myself. So you see people, if you are reading this (of course you are, how could you stay away?), be kind and comment me today. Otherwise you all suck and can go to hell with Connor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonsoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114422508842702218?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114422508842702218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114422508842702218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114422508842702218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114422508842702218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/04/somethings-missing.html' title='Somethings Missing'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114378162721178059</id><published>2006-03-31T16:38:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:07:09.160+12:00</updated><title type='text'>25 ways to save the Earth</title><content type='html'>25. Save all plant and animal life by not eating. - We could genetically modify our bodies so we can carry out photosynthesis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Cryogenically freeze all the whales, and send some guy into the atmosphere with a big hoover to suck out all the carbon dioxide. - I don't think that would work somehow...I vote for that guy to be Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Send all the whales to Mars, there's water up there from what I hear. - Yes, great idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. People always say we need a greener planet, so fill the oceans with cucumbers, and hey presto, at least 70% of the world is instantly green. - And the hungry would be fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Put it all in a stay fresh bag and put it in the fresh. - At least the anal-probing aliens wouldn't be able to get to us then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Restore the balance of the food chain by letting a tiger eat you. - I say that should only be where tigers are naturally found, ie. China and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Over-population causes starvation and disease. Multi-national corporations destroy the environment with pollutants. Reduce starvation, disease and pollution simultaneously by killing the CEO of a large corporation. - AGREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Most synthetic fibres are made from non-renewable, non-recycable plastics. Wear underpants made out of recyclable substances such as banana peels, plastic, and aluminium. - Or just hemp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Leave your fridge door open to fight the effects of global warming. - Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Reduce water consumption... stop taking showers. - I can think of a better alternative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hug a tree, and if it's a bit wilted from global warming, give it mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. - These are getting continually obscurer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Breath slower to reduce carbon dioxide emissions. - Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stop burying garbage in landfills by leaving it to accumulate in your kitchen. - Lol I think that one is aimed at the students more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. After you've been exposed to nuclear radiation, help reduce power consumption by hiring yourself out as a street lamp. - That's IF you don't die first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Live in a poo-powered society. - You first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In the immortal words of Bernie Focker, "If it's yellow, let it mellow; if it's brown, flush it down". - Couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Reuse, Reduce, Recycle... your condoms. - Eurgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's simple, to reduce water consumption, shower with a friend. - Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Create an NGO... oops, did you say "save"? - I don't really get that one... What's an NGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Take a dump on the lawn. - How is that saving the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Driving to work every day contributes to air pollution. To reduce emissions by 20%, call in sick every Monday. - Fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Prevent the hunting, killing and eating of whales by hunting, killing and eating Japanese fishermen. - Pay back time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Quick and simple solution to global-warming: Nuclear winter. - Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ask George W. Bush, he'll know. - my favourite!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. No Humans... no problem. - Even better!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114378162721178059?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114378162721178059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114378162721178059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114378162721178059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114378162721178059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/25-ways-to-save-earth.html' title='25 ways to save the Earth'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-114319667084816932</id><published>2006-03-24T22:22:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:37:50.913+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Its louder in the dark</title><content type='html'>Just a heads up to all Kapiti Observer avid subscribers: there will be a feature on the gorgeous trio (Gloria, Kendrah et moi) in the monday (I think) paper. Look out for a close up photo of Gloria, with Kendrah and I looking staunch in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... Had a pretty bad day today. The bio trip was cancelled, so I was totally unprepared for my practice french reading and essay exam (didn't even attempt the essay). Felt utterly freezing all day. Got a stupid merit on my chem assessment. Lay half awake on the couch for the rest of the afternoon, and neglected my poor skinny horse (and now I feel bad). Watched a depressing movie. So, you know, I'm feeling very happy, as you would.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday tomorrow... hopefully it'll rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rain city]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114319667084816932?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114319667084816932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114319667084816932&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114319667084816932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114319667084816932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-louder-in-dark.html' title='Its louder in the dark'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114284347424318907</id><published>2006-03-20T20:18:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:31:14.243+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring of fire</title><content type='html'>'s been a while. Not too much happening... won our volleyball game on friday (it was easy as pie- AND I didnt choke on the last point of the first match when I was serving! Congrats to me!). Went on the 40 hour famine... friday and saturday wasn't too bad, didn't feel too hungry (apart from when I was watching Walk the Line with Jenny and in the scene they were eating Thanks Giving dinner...) Then on sunday morning, oh god it was HELL! Imagine standing in an empty shop wrapping cones, with nobody standing between you and the ice cream apart from your brain who is turning on you (saying things like "nobody would know if you ate just a little bit of mocha fudge...") So as soon as Bevan got to work I employed him to be my motivator until 11am. Luckily I made it. Now though, I despise barley sugars.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick now (caught the flu from my ma) and I have two assessments this week, mufti day is tomorrow and I have to work at Ms Priests house for work day.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to give a shout out to Michelle for neglecting her as of late, and to Sam (because I know youre reading my blog... ps. you owe me $5 ; ] )&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I just remembered that you, Rob, owe me $5 too! AND you have a job now so you can afford it! Haha! It can go towards the famine fundraising though.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is a long post. Too long for my liking. I've paid my dues so I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajde ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114284347424318907?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114284347424318907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114284347424318907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114284347424318907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114284347424318907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/ring-of-fire_20.html' title='Ring of fire'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114231822910648647</id><published>2006-03-14T19:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T19:37:09.130+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to be the one you saw when crying alone to sad songs...</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, major news guys! I finally understand the only part of Another Kind Of Green I was still a bit iffy about! You know the part, "Youre not the perfect hand, but I dont hit on nineteen"... I used to think he said "I dont hit on my team" and so I always wondered what he meant... And now I realise! I guess Jenny was right after all, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's made my day. School is getting progressively duller, so small, insignificant things like understanding lyrics considerably brighten it (Jono and I were discussing this after school).&lt;br /&gt;On another subject, I think that we (as in us... as in our group...) should start having an afterschool sports game-thing! We can change the sport every week! Dont you think that would just be so much fun? Good exercise at the same time too! We could play basketball, soccer, netball, tennis... volleyball maybe... field hockey... badminton (on non-windy days)! Super cool!&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;... Did my speech yesterday, finally. It went well... apart from the 'thouthern' ocean bit... and my teacher screaming when I popped my last balloon... it was pretty funny, seeing Ms Jorgenson nearly have a cardiac arrest.&lt;br /&gt;...Argh, the Voice meeting is tomorrow... I wonder if we'll be watching any more completely irrelevant movies, perhaps Gladitator, for the torture of lions in the fighting ring. And when are we going to China to save the pandas that dont need saving? I'll have to ask Connor about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go... and... possibly procrastinate...&lt;br /&gt;*die voice*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114231822910648647?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114231822910648647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114231822910648647&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114231822910648647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114231822910648647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-used-to-be-one-you-saw-when-crying.html' title='I used to be the one you saw when crying alone to sad songs...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114197719843414048</id><published>2006-03-10T20:41:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:53:18.460+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Coucous- its so nice, they named it twice!</title><content type='html'>Bon soir, mes amis.&lt;br /&gt;Well, suppose I should do my duties and recite whatever has happened to me lately... Uh... Let's see... Well, my team won our vball game... I didn't have to do my speech this week... I have a tonne of homework (geo, eng, french, maths...)... Brrr... uh... yea..... c'est tout.&lt;br /&gt;And also, I have decided that my life is sad, very sad indeed, because I have a feeling that this year I am going to make the longest record ever for not going out with someone. I'm not proud of it, but at least its something to be recognised by. I guess. How sad. I'll go now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twice as much aint twice as good, and cant sustain like one half could"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114197719843414048?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114197719843414048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114197719843414048&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114197719843414048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114197719843414048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/coucous-its-so-nice-they-named-it.html' title='Coucous- its so nice, they named it twice!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114171856803488268</id><published>2006-03-07T20:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:02:48.070+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth, fire, wind, water, heart! Go Captain Planet!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. My dad just called from the cinema to say that he's the only person there. Just strengthens my point when I called him a loner earlier on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114171856803488268?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114171856803488268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114171856803488268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114171856803488268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114171856803488268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/earth-fire-wind-water-heart-go-captain.html' title='Earth, fire, wind, water, heart! Go Captain Planet!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-114142473072075141</id><published>2006-03-04T11:17:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:25:30.756+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what you want, I'm happy to guess</title><content type='html'>Found out something pretty cool this morning. Turns out that one of my american cousins' boyfriend is a screenplay writer, and some of his accomplishments include Timeline, Ocean's Twelve, and the new film The Sentinel. Thought that was rather exciting, knowing someone in "in the business". I also have a rather funny story about him: On Christmas Day (it was snowing!) all the Laveigns (sp?) (thats the side of the family including my cousin whom I mentioned before) came around to Big Laura's house as well as my family. So anyway, George just happens to be black, and my family loves to make jokes about this. So my oh-so-clever aunty (in law, I guess) said to George, "Oh, why are you here George? I thought we were going to have a white christmas." Ha ha ha... we all thought it was pretty funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt;And that's all, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114142473072075141?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114142473072075141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114142473072075141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114142473072075141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114142473072075141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/say-what-you-want-im-happy-to-guess.html' title='Say what you want, I&apos;m happy to guess'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114118755953690865</id><published>2006-03-01T17:27:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T17:32:39.563+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats the way this wheel keeps working now</title><content type='html'>Hands up if you wanna overthrow Connor! God, Voice is getting continually worse. I just can't stand how we do shit all, and then think we can afford to do things like poetry and photography competitions in order to make a flipping book to get our name out there so everyone will know we're a badly run group that are all talk and no action! We need TO DO SOMETHING. I have so many ideas, but I just feel so repressed at the meetings. Hence the reason to overthrow Connor- all signs point that he is the source of problems.&lt;br /&gt;Argh I gtg, Gilmore Girls calls. I'll rant more about Connor later.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114118755953690865?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114118755953690865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114118755953690865&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114118755953690865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114118755953690865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-way-this-wheel-keeps-working-now.html' title='Thats the way this wheel keeps working now'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114076846148165119</id><published>2006-02-24T20:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T21:07:41.506+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Stitched up, outta ma mind</title><content type='html'>Lots been happening. Heres a short list (mostly me related)...&lt;br /&gt;~ Got selected for a try out for going to the volleyball nationals with the senior A team (oh by the way I got into senior B) which meant I had to be at school at 7.30AM! on my only glide-free day!&lt;br /&gt;~ Didn't get into the team for going to the volleyball nationals... and I dont really care, my spike's are too pitiful to be seen in public.&lt;br /&gt;~ Won volleyball game against Chilton (bunch of bimbo girls)&lt;br /&gt;~Got a 2-second bruise while playing against Chilton... is possibly the worst bruise Ive ever had (judging by awfulness, not size)&lt;br /&gt;~Am possibly not working on sunday... which means I can go up to Massey with Jen and Chelsea and meet Hayden there&lt;br /&gt;~Jen moved out to Massey&lt;br /&gt;~Chelsea moved out when Jen did&lt;br /&gt;~Finally worked up the nerve to ring the SPCA about becoming a volunteer... and it was engaged&lt;br /&gt;~Er... sent an email to Michelle : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le fini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114076846148165119?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114076846148165119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114076846148165119&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114076846148165119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114076846148165119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/stitched-up-outta-ma-mind.html' title='Stitched up, outta ma mind'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-114023959463161147</id><published>2006-02-18T18:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:13:14.663+13:00</updated><title type='text'>have no inspiration for a title...</title><content type='html'>End of first week of school and I am dead on my feet. Doesnt help that I'm working this weekend. Had a flat out day, which is no wonder because it was hot (apparently, I wouldnt know since I'm in an air-conditioned environment, although it even started to get hot with the ac...).&lt;br /&gt;Aha! Found a good title: "broke into your room last night". Fits the weird genre pretty nicely... although now I can't be bothered making it the title and even if I could be typing all of this would've been for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm looking for someone to come with me to see Walk The Line, asap please : )&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#70143930&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-114023959463161147?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/114023959463161147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=114023959463161147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114023959463161147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/114023959463161147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/have-no-inspiration-for-title.html' title='have no inspiration for a title...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113990469768602239</id><published>2006-02-14T20:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:11:37.710+13:00</updated><title type='text'>You dont need to lose it to know that you had it good</title><content type='html'>Guess what : )&lt;br /&gt;I saw the brand spanking new JMT videoclip today for "who do you think I was" and it was FANTASTIC! John's hair was beautifully long and curly, Pino looked really BIG as in like the BFG, and Steve, hehe, well he was adorable (yes I am on first-name basis with these amazingly talented performers). I recommend turning on Juice tv as soon as you get home from school and don't leave the couch til you see it! It's honestly the best thing since disposable diapers!&lt;br /&gt;God... It's a bit scary to think that I'm frickin sixteen but am still utterly transfixed by John Mayer... it's a bit sad, but a bit "haha I don't give a crap". I mean, when Jen called out to me (cause I was outside) that John's new video was on, I literally threw down the ice cream cones (which I feed to Tommy) and sprinted through the house... Chelsea nearly had a heart attack when I burst into the room, muhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, time for me to sign off... But remember, I loooooooove to get comments so please just take a minute to talk to me! And no I am not desperate!!!!! ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er... taco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113990469768602239?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113990469768602239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113990469768602239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113990469768602239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113990469768602239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-dont-need-to-lose-it-to-know-that.html' title='You dont need to lose it to know that you had it good'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113969897970283958</id><published>2006-02-12T11:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:02:59.733+13:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Reasons Why I'm a Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Environmental / Ecological&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Conservation of Fossil Fuel. It takes 78 calories of fossil fuel to produce 1 calorie of beef protein; 35 calories for 1 calorie of pork; 22 calories for 1 calorie of poultry; but just 1 calorie of fossil fuel for 1 calorie of soybeans. By eating plant foods instead of animal foods, I help conserve our non-renewable sources of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Water Conservation. It takes 3 to 15 times are much water to produce animal protein as it does plant protein. As a vegetarian I contribute to water conservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Efficient Use of Grains. It takes up to 16 pounds of soybeans and grains to produce 1 pound of beef and between 3 and 6 pounds to produce 1 pound of pork, turkey and egg. By eating grain foods directly, I make the food supply more efficient and that contributes to the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Soil Conservation. When grains and legumes are used more efficiently, our precious topsoil is automatically made more efficient in its use. We use less agricultural resources to provide for the same number of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Saving Our Forests. Tropical forests in Brazil and other tropic regions are destroyed daily, in part, to create more acreage to raise livestock. By not supporting the meat industry I directly reduce the demand to pillage these irreplaceable treasures of nature. Since the forest land "filters" our air supply and contains botanical sources for new medicines, this destruction is in many ways irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Aesthetics. Decaying animal parts, whether in a freezer case or served in public restaurants can never be as aestheically pleasing to the senses as the same foods made from wholesome vegetable sources. Only habit can allow one not to perceive this; a change in diet makes this self-evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.No Deficiencies. There is no nutrient necessary for optimal human functioning which cannot be obtained from plant food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.High Fat Plus Cholesterol. Animal foods are higher in fat than most plant foods, particularly saturated fats. They contain cholesterol; plants do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Carbohydrate Deficient. Meat is deficient in carbohydrates, particularly the starches, which are so essential to proper health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Vitamin Deficient. Except for the B-complex, meat is largely deficient in vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Agricultural Chemicals. Being higher on the food chain, animal foods contain fat higher concentration of agricultural chemicals than plant foods, including pesticides, herbicides, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Exposure to Livestock Drugs. There are 20,000 different drugs, including sterols, antibiotics, growth hormones, and other veterinary pharmaceuticals that are given to livestock animals. I consume these drugs when I consume animal foods. The dangers therein, particularly in secondary consumption of antibiotics, have been well documented.&lt;a href="http://www.lumenfds.com/nwk9197b.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Pathogenic Micro-Organisms. There are a host of bacteria and viruses, some quite dangerous, that are common to animals. When I eat meat, I eat the organisms present in the meat. Micro-organisms are present in plant foods, too, but ther number and potential danger to human health is by no means comparable. This is because animals are so close to us both anatomically and physiologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Worms and Other Parasites. Also common to animals. The same argument applies here as that for Pathogenic Micro-Organisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Shelf-Life Differential. Plant foods "last" longer than animal foods. Try this experiment: leave out a head of lettuce and a pound of hamburger for one full day. Which one will make you sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Organoleptic Indications of Pathogens. Plant foods tend to give tell-tale signs of "going bad" much sooner than animal foods. Did you ever hear of somebody getting sick from "bad broccoli"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Heart Disease. Meat-eating increases the risk of heart disease, the No. 1 killer in the U.S. The correlation is an epidemiological fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Cancer Prevention. Of all the natural cancer prevention substances found: Vitamin C, B-17, hydroquinones, beta-carotene, NDGA -- none has been found to be animal-derived. Yet most meats, when cooked, produce an array of benzenes and other carcinogenic compounds. Cancer is infinitely easier to prevent than to cure. Soybeans, for one, contain protease inhibitor, a powerful anti-cancer compound. You won't find it in useful quantities in animal food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Disease Inducing. The correlation between meat consumption and a wide range of degenerative diseases is well-founded and includes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Osteoporosis. Strong correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Kidney Stones and Gallstones. Strong correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Diabetes. Strong correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Senile Dementia. Meat-eaters are &lt;a href="http://www.lumenfds.com/demen.htm"&gt;up to three times as likely to suffer from dementia&lt;/a&gt; in old age; in addition, there's a strong correlation with multiple sclerosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Arthritis. Strong correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Gum Disease. Compelling correlation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Acne. Aggravated by animal foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Obesity. Vegetarians tend to be thinner than meat-eaters, and studies contain it. Obesity is considered by many doctors to be a disease in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Intestinal Toxemia. The condition of the intestinal flora is critical to overall health. Animal products putrefy in the colon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Transit Time. Wholesome food travels quickly through the "G.I. tract," leaving little time to spoil and incite disease in the body. Animal products uniformly have longer transit times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Fiber Deficient. Fiber absorbs unwanted, excess fats; cleans the intestines; provides bulk and aids in peristalsis. Plant food is high in fiber content; meat, poultry and dairy products have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Body Wastes. Food from animals contain their waste, including adrenaline, uric and lactic acid, etc. Before adding ketchup, the biggest contributors to the "flavor profile" of a hamburger are the leftover blood and urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Excess Protein. The average American eats 400% of the Recommended Daily Allowance (RDA) for protein. This causes excess nitrogen in the blood that creates a host of long-term health problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Longevity. To increase one's risk of getting degenerative disease means decreasing one's chance to live a naturally-long, healthy life. Huzas and other peoples with large centenarian populations maintain lifestyles that require little or no meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Well-Being. I just feel better since "giving up" meat and becoming a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Finance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Personal Finance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Health Care Cost. Being healthier from a vegetarian diet means spending less on health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Food Costs. Vegetarian food tends to cost less than meat-based items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Love of Animals. I love animals myself. I have no desire to kill them or cause them harm, just as I have no desire to have someone kill or harm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Stance Against Factory Farming. I cannot make a statement about the inhumanity of factory farming if I, myself, eat animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Respect for Sentient Life. I show gratitude to my Creator by eating as low on the food chain as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41."Economic Vote." I support the meat industry and the way they operate when I purchase and use their products. I do not wish to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Small Sacrifice. The sacrifice I make is nothing compared to the poor animal's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirituality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.God-Given Diet. Our hands, teeth, feet, intestinal tract... even our body chemistry is that of an herbivore. As it states in Genesis: "Behold I have given you every fruit of every seed... and to you it shall be for meat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Reciprocity. As you sow, so shall you reap. If I partake of the slaughter of animals, I will have to repay my contribution to that act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45."Protecting the Temple." "Whatever affects the body has a corresponding effect on the mind and soul." (E.G. White)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.I Believe in Non-Violence. There is nothing non-violent about the senseless slaughter of animals, when more nutritious protein foods are available in their stead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.World Peace. There can never be peace among men while men are declaring war on other highly developed life forms. This, too, is the Law of Return, and I prefer to contribute to World Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Clear Conscience. I know I'm doing right. I feel good inside about my decision to remain "meatless."&lt;br /&gt;Example. To live in this way is to project the underlying spiritual values to those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Easy Substitutes. There is now a vegetable-based substitute for every meat product imaginable, which brings us to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.&lt;a href="http://www.lumenfds.com/cat1.htm"&gt;The Whole Earth Vegetarian Catalogue&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113969897970283958?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113969897970283958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113969897970283958&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113969897970283958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113969897970283958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/50-reasons-why-im-vegetarian.html' title='50 Reasons Why I&apos;m a Vegetarian'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113969210056740287</id><published>2006-02-12T09:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T10:08:20.593+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Amore</title><content type='html'>Yesterday 'was a blast': went into Welli and spent some time at the Chinese New Year festival, also visited the Greenpeace display at Civic Square, then went to Te Papa to see some art we studied last year (got lost and stumbled in on a concert... also got interviewed and rewarded with a free coffee or tea... horray), then finally saw Brokeback Mountain at Reading. Quite a full-on day, really.&lt;br /&gt;Arggghhhhh I am feeling so hostile to school at the mo. I have glide for the first time ever tomorrow morning, also class photos. Then on tuesday its Valentine's Day (aka di amore) which as always I am not very hopeful for. Also have volleyball try-outs that afternoon which I am dreading because I don't want any fricking 5th formers in my team! They are all so... tiny, annoying, up-themselves!&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, I have just been informed via e that for Voice we will be ELECTING leaders (so no more sitting feebly with Connor towering over us, fingers crossed!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: Vegans Make Better Lovers. You know that eating meat can lead to physical conditions that cause impotence. But did you know that &lt;a href="javascript:ol("&gt;many vegan foods are packed with natural aphrodisiacs&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Stupid meat eaters.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's all for now, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. haha sorry michelle, I'm way too lazy to email you ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113969210056740287?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113969210056740287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113969210056740287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113969210056740287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113969210056740287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/di-amore.html' title='Di Amore'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113943775659167910</id><published>2006-02-09T11:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:29:16.636+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Negroplasti</title><content type='html'>Well, this is an update...&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say... I think that everybody who reads my blog will already know what has and hasn't been going on... Apart from Michelle : )- hehe (by the way I tried to comment on your blog but it wouldn't let me!).&lt;br /&gt;South Park was freaking awesome last night. Mr Harrison had a sex change and somehow thought he could get his period so he could get pregnant and have an abortion so he can scramble the baby's brains... Kyle got a 'negroplasti' which means he could changed into a tall black person who has Mr Harrison's former balls for knees (all because he couldn't play on the basketball team since he's small and Jewish)...  Kyle's dad also got a trans-species op into a dolphin (his dorsal fin happened to be made out of Mr Harrison's scrotum... ouch) and looked absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it was a good episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ttyl... if I feel so inclined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113943775659167910?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113943775659167910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113943775659167910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113943775659167910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113943775659167910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/negroplasti.html' title='Negroplasti'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113920714240006376</id><published>2006-02-06T19:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T19:25:42.416+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/%21cid_002f01c629cd%24def39e20%240301010a%40tjdo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/%21cid_002f01c629cd%24def39e20%240301010a%40tjdo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kermit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113920714240006376?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113920714240006376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113920714240006376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113920714240006376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113920714240006376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/poor-kermit.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113886070392333855</id><published>2006-02-02T18:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T19:11:43.953+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially a girl!</title><content type='html'>... Because I finally own a dress, lol. Well, two actually. (they are sooooooooooooo cool but I won't bore my avid readers with detail ; ) lol)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah... for school this year I'm doing English (compulsary), Maths (feel veggie if I don't), Chemistry (don't know why, I'm not particulary good at it...), Biology (got an excellence in last year... but on the other hand got an achieved on a different paper...), French (don't really want to but there's not much else to choose from...), and finally, Geography (which I am not too pleased about to say the very least because I am just so desperate to do Environmental Studies!).&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am NOT looking forward to this year is glide.... *cry* I like getting up early but not THAT early!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't really think there's much else to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajde ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Am so looking forward to sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113886070392333855?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113886070392333855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113886070392333855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113886070392333855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113886070392333855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-officially-girl.html' title='I am officially a girl!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113856700675524443</id><published>2006-01-30T09:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T09:36:46.780+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"No touchey!"</title><content type='html'>"Ohhhh, what a bad llama I've been! Bad llama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the movie, with its childlike humor and mindless characters like Krunk ("Ask him which way he went!" "Okay...er... Squeakity squeak squeak, squeaken?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I should talk about my results... In total I got 176 (or so) credits... and got paid $400 for it (for every merit and excellence credit, from the 'rents : &gt; ). Got excellence for my art portfolio which is baffling... but I'm not complaining lol. Also got two excellences in French! AMAZING! I can't even get a fricken excellence in internals but under the pressure of exams I somehow got TWO! Hmmm... what else... I can't really remember but I did pretty well : ). I'm pleased.. enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I will hopefully do something... might try to do some art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajde ciao ("come on! let's go!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113856700675524443?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113856700675524443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113856700675524443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113856700675524443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113856700675524443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-touchey.html' title='&quot;No touchey!&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113831013149444017</id><published>2006-01-27T09:58:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:15:31.533+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"She likes beer with cocacola... And thats the way I like it"</title><content type='html'>Had fun last night! Anna, Jenny and Gloria came over and we sat on the deck catching up, and watched Saw later on (although that was in the afternoon so I had to put up some extra curtains because we could only see our reflections in the tv). Then played a drinking game called "What the f*ck?!" with beer and cola after being scared into shitting ourselves (figuratively speaking). Gloria lost (muhaha) so she called up some random and asked to use the toilet in a whiney voice... but to her surprise he said yes. Lol. Good times... ; )&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... so today... I will... force myself into practicing some archery and flute, and possibly give some of my junk away to the Savvies. Also will go outside to get my 15 mins of sunlight (apparently to maintain healthy skin you should spend 15 minutes a day- even more in winter or if youre dark skinned- so cells in your skin can create vitamin... d... I think, which you need for some reason or another.)&lt;br /&gt;And yea : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adje ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113831013149444017?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113831013149444017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113831013149444017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113831013149444017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113831013149444017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/she-likes-beer-with-cocacola-and-thats.html' title='&quot;She likes beer with cocacola... And thats the way I like it&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113816700029903060</id><published>2006-01-25T18:30:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:30:00.310+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/wolfmother_byron_bay.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/wolfmother_byron_bay.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And behold! Its the Wolfies in all their curly-haired glory! (the middle is my fav : ) but the bassist is cool too since he goes so hard out)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113816700029903060?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113816700029903060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113816700029903060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113816700029903060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113816700029903060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-behold-its-wolfies-in-all-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113790686203531317</id><published>2006-01-22T18:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:14:22.060+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Day Out</title><content type='html'>BDO was The Best. I highly recommend to everybody to go next year! This year I have to say Wolfmother was the best (which is why I bought their tee, the very last one I might add) mainly because I had so much fun in the mosh. Even though I was squashed against  guys and had my feet jumped on and got soaking wet and smelled like absolute shit, it was bloody awesome! The singer had the maddest aff and was so receptive to the crowd! He just fed off our energy, which made us even more excited. We even got him to skull his beer, lol. Ah, they were so good... : )&lt;br /&gt;End of Fashion were second best, mainly because they sounded exactly the same if not better than on their cd. Plus they were really hot.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need to go so I'll talk about BDO later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'll tell you all the story about the joker and the thief in the night..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113790686203531317?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113790686203531317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113790686203531317&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113790686203531317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113790686203531317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/big-day-out.html' title='Big Day Out'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113757179211234041</id><published>2006-01-18T20:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:09:52.150+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from the Forest of Gnomes</title><content type='html'>Last night was 'da bomb', quote the 1990's. I'll just have to set up another night before I have to give back the eyetoy, won't I? Possibly monday. So keep that day free!&lt;br /&gt;And omg I talked to Jenny Gosnell AND Deanne Foote today! Talk about a blast from the past. I'm really excited because Jenny is organising something next week for my old group of friends. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Man... I feel like playing Tekkan 2 now... with topless Law... mmmmmmmmmmm. (lol, I find it possible to think a playstation character is hot).&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, peace out and remember to listen to wolfmother before breakfast and after flossing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113757179211234041?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113757179211234041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113757179211234041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113757179211234041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113757179211234041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/tales-from-forest-of-gnomes.html' title='Tales from the Forest of Gnomes'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113730329059640898</id><published>2006-01-15T18:23:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:34:50.666+13:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with sunshine is like... night.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... hey ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelda the Great is coming up on tuesday! Kelda, please contact me in some way to confirm details.&lt;br /&gt;Also, was comtemplating having a small, exclusive gathering that night. Might hire out eyetoy, we could make video clips on singstar! Who would come? Hmmmm... Kelda of course... Rob... Gloria... Hayden... Marika (?)... can't seem to think right now.&lt;br /&gt;By the WAY! I'm going to Big Day Out! Cool huh. Thinking about dying my streaks blue to match my braces too.  Could get Kelda to do that for me? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kelda, youre on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;Byee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113730329059640898?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113730329059640898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113730329059640898&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113730329059640898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113730329059640898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-with-sunshine-is-like-night.html' title='A day with sunshine is like... night.'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113704947447498421</id><published>2006-01-12T19:59:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T20:04:34.500+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maturity of the Americans...</title><content type='html'>My family spent a whole night making jokes surrounding this one topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queef:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air expulsion from the vaginal area usually after sex. In the eighteenth century, it was common practice for small groups of well-to-do Southern women to each lift up their corsets and "queef" at their leisure on warm, summer afternoons. Typically performed on balconies or porches, these women would insert various large objects in their TOOTS and slowly pull them out to create the desired sound. These "porch parties" would provide hours of fun for the ladies while the men were away, and, from a practical standpoint, at times, enough air circulation as a respite from the brutal summer heat. Small wagers were often placed with the winner going to longest continuous queef, highest pitch, lowest pitch, smelliest, and wettest. There was also the queef sing-a-long; and a special prize was given to any women whose queef could attract wildlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eg. Annabelle tried to conceal her queef at the governors ball but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How mature are we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113704947447498421?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113704947447498421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113704947447498421&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113704947447498421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113704947447498421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/maturity-of-americans.html' title='The Maturity of the Americans...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113674991919712903</id><published>2006-01-09T08:51:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T08:51:59.230+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Jan04459.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Jan04459.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun in the snow... I think that was on one of the many occassions when we went up behind Big Laura's house on cross-country skiis/ sleds/ jack jumpers/ snow shoes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113674991919712903?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113674991919712903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113674991919712903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113674991919712903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113674991919712903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-in-snow.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113669887041863964</id><published>2006-01-08T18:31:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T18:41:10.446+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the wire, I wanted water but Ill walk through the fire...</title><content type='html'>If this is what it takes to take me even higher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love JMT.&lt;br /&gt;Been working for the last for days... 9 till 5.30.... and my arches (on my feet) are killing me : (&lt;br /&gt;But pay will be good : )&lt;br /&gt;I have searching for some photos from my holiday to post, but Dad seems to have successfully hidden them from me.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Constantine and Once Upon A Time In Mexico... the latter is an awesome movie, highly recommended, while the first is alrightish. Gets a bit tedious in the way that travelling between planes to hell can be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm off. Might post sooner again next time, if I find those photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Im putting you right out of my mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113669887041863964?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113669887041863964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113669887041863964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113669887041863964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113669887041863964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/down-to-wire-i-wanted-water-but-ill.html' title='Down to the wire, I wanted water but Ill walk through the fire...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113632437139935371</id><published>2006-01-04T10:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:39:31.423+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity, stay the hell away from me</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. Arrived home on the 2nd at about 4ish pm and felt so buzzy but so grotty at the same time. Couldn't have a shower straight away either because the hot water had been turned off. ANYWAY I'm not too bothered to be filling in all the minute details... Yesterday I saw Kelda for the first time in more than a month (yay!) and she gave me a really cool christmas present : ) Marika, Becca, Gloria and Kate also came over yesterday and I showed them the photos from America and we played Mr &amp; Mrs (lol) and made dinner and played volleyball (some of us were on an energy high) and then we were gunna watch The Mask of Zorro- BUT the stupid disc had a big crack in it so I had to take it back and they didn't have another one (stupid Blockbuster) and I got Once Upon a Time in Mexico- and we ended up watching Love Actually instead. That was a really long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Today I might go for a walk with Gloria... possibly send some letters... might have a muck around on the flute.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lorax.&lt;br /&gt;'I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113632437139935371?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113632437139935371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113632437139935371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113632437139935371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113632437139935371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2006/01/gravity-stay-hell-away-from-me.html' title='Gravity, stay the hell away from me'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113580331753507837</id><published>2005-12-29T09:48:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:55:17.556+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Vermont?</title><content type='html'>Hey... havent updated in a bit. Been busy with family occassions etc. Coming home soon though! Its been below zero for quite a while now and I'm hankering for some warmth. Got some great news to proudly show off; I purchased the new Herbie Hancock cd, featuring the ever so wonderful Mr Mayer with 'Stitched Up' (I think I said it was something different before...).  There's also a few other recognisable artists on it. Anyway... Going back to NY tomorrow, which means leaving Vt : (. It'll be sad, but it just brings me a step closer to home. Might as well go pack now... ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Exactly how you hear it is exactly how it all went down'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113580331753507837?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113580331753507837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113580331753507837&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113580331753507837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113580331753507837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-vermont.html' title='Got Vermont?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113527538310609254</id><published>2005-12-23T07:12:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T07:16:23.156+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm getting really worried about xmas shopping now. Its the 21st and I still havent bought presents for anyone! By t he way, I hope you guys arent expecting much from me because I have spent a lot of my savings coming here and so I dont have the money (or the space in my suitcase) to bring back presents, apart from some birthday presents and maybe some candy for my special friends ; ).&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, moving to another house! Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113527538310609254?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113527538310609254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113527538310609254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113527538310609254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113527538310609254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay-im-getting-really-worried-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113408758103438008</id><published>2005-12-09T13:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:19:41.066+13:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees</title><content type='html'>First of all, I would like to congratulate Gloria on getting her licence, and wish Kelda luck for finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly... My time in America so far has been... amazing. On tuesday we spent the night at my cousin Norm's house (remember him Gloria? He pretended to like our 'beer-glazed chicken') which is MASSIVE for a young bachelor! (well actually he's dating some chick called Sarah who I consider cool because she likes John Mayer) He's got so many cds in his house, plus an instant cd burner, and he let us just pick out whatever we wanted and duplicate it! We were spolit for choice. He's also got one of those massive, high definition tvs which hurts your eyes when you're standing too close (it's that big!). Did anyone know, by the way, that uh.... I can't quite remember the name of the town where he lives.... anyway, whatever it's called, that's where the potato chip was first invented? Amazing, lol. Anyway, fast forward and it's thursday here. Last night a lot of my funny rellies were over (funny as in haha, not as in weird... although some of them are on the verge) which was all very grand. And today Dad left for Chicargo, then Frankfurt, then finally London. AND tomorrow we will be leaving VT already (!) to go to Floridia. Should be sooooooo much warmer there (it's FREEEEEEZING here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I might go cause I hear laughing and I don't want to miss out on any funny stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night,&lt;br /&gt;*kiss kiss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I am the Lorax ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113408758103438008?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113408758103438008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113408758103438008&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113408758103438008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113408758103438008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-lorax-and-i-speak-for-trees.html' title='I am the Lorax and I speak for the trees'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113389634673544921</id><published>2005-12-07T08:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T08:12:26.756+13:00</updated><title type='text'>'Peachy'</title><content type='html'>Went into NYC yesterday in a 10 person stretch limo. Went ice skating on Rockefeller centre. Ate a well-known restaurant, can't remember the name. Walked down 5th Avenue. Went into that famous Saks department store. Saw Ground Zero (not much to see). Drove around the city for ages with Rob the limo driver (he's very cool). Went into a gay bar by mistake. Saw Missy Higgins live in a place called The Living Room. Also met Missy Higgins and got her signature (she is tiny). Drove back to Shokan in the limo with a limo-full of drunks. Overall, I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113389634673544921?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113389634673544921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113389634673544921&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113389634673544921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113389634673544921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/12/peachy.html' title='&apos;Peachy&apos;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113339938080884015</id><published>2005-12-01T13:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:09:40.833+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lordy...</title><content type='html'>... Last night was great, even though I may not sound very enthusiastic. This is because I didnt sleep, on purpose. I had the great idea that maybe if I just stayed awake all night and day I would go to bed early today and wake up at 2am. I now realise I shouldve probably packed first.&lt;br /&gt;Well, heres a run-down of last night:&lt;br /&gt;Took me about half an hour to find Hayden's house. We played Singstar for ages with Matt and Hayden psyching out on the mics and Hayden's family laughing along with us on the couch. As the night wore on, and more of my midori disappeared (partly cuz of Matt), our singing became louder and our dancing more erratic. We even played pass the mic which wasnt a good idea when you are playing against all of the boys, because they WILL resort to dirty dancing with you whether you like it or not! Anyway, after hours and hours of rapping etc, Sinead went to bed (which was wise of her cuz she had an exam the next morning) and we (Hayden, Matt, Bev and I) walked down to the beach so Matt could go for a swim. Well, as it turned out Matt got scared of the 'wild life' or however he put it, so instead all the boys went for a streak! Leaving me with all their clothes of course. Lol but it was awesome cuz as soon as they started sprinting Matt face-planted the sand... lol, I'll never forget that. Then we went and sat on a sand dune and did various things and Matt buried my shoes (grrrr!) so we started throwing sand at each other. Even now I am still finding grains of sand in my ears and toes. Later on we went back and watched random tv on mute and pretended to be the people speaking... Then we watched hours of Jackass which was pretty good. Afterwards Matt went to bed, Hayden and Bevan played Star Wars and I lay there on the couch watching. Thats at about 4.30am. By that time I just really wanted to go home and have a shower but Hayden wouldnt let me drive, so I dozed until 6am (and Hayden was still up) and then bid my farewells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm sure you guys just really needed to know all that. Now Im fricking exhausted and I still have to pack! Ah well, better go and actually do it (I mean it this time). This will be my last post so goodbye, merry christmas, happy new year and I wish you the very best for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113339938080884015?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113339938080884015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113339938080884015&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113339938080884015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113339938080884015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-lordy.html' title='Oh Lordy...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113325175820701955</id><published>2005-11-29T20:47:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:09:18.230+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a REALLY good day today! Stac, Kelda, Glo and I all made pancakes (which were not a complete success), played singstar 80s, did some hill-surfing, watched a chick nearly hatch, saw pukekho chicks (sp?), got ice cream from Lindale, walked around the mall, and went to see HP with Kate, Marika and Becca all in one day! Phew, and its only ten to nine. It was sooo much fun seeing Stac again (havent seen her in eons!) and Kelda (havent seen her in decades). Stac is still the same best friend I had all those years ago : ). Urrrgh, now I dont feel like packing. Its weird to think that Im not gunna see so many people again until next year. Its sad. But as soon as I'm back, I'm going to host a post-new years eve party, just as an excuse to see all ma buds again lol. It'll probably on the 4th, so keep that night/day free.  CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW NIGHT! YAY! Its gunna be super super super fun. Just hope I dont get a basket of washing thrown on me at 3am like Sinead did. She woke up with a pair of Travis' boxes on her face! (thats Hayden's lil bro, not Travis Travis). Also, I'm seriously considering going to BDO, I've gotten offers from both Stac and Hayden, plus Jen might be going. I just need a friend to come with me (for saftey reasons, lol). Any offers? Good taste in music is essential for this application, ie. you like Franz and White Strips and also being packed into limited space for an entire day. Plus money, you gotta have money. So, that basically rules out everybody does it? lol jk. Anyway, this post is long enough.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all of that isnt in paragraphs because in the real world, people dont think in paragraphs, it just all comes out.&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113325175820701955?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113325175820701955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113325175820701955&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113325175820701955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113325175820701955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/had-really-good-day-today-stac-kelda.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113316149592577952</id><published>2005-11-28T19:56:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:04:55.953+13:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE FRIENDS AND WE ARE HAVING FUN, OK?!</title><content type='html'>Heh, Anr and I watched Amityville Horror today. It was frickin ARGH material. But the bit thats in the title was funny. OH GOODY guess what?! Kelda AND Staci are coming down tomorrow! Up! Up, I mean. Gotta get my geography sorted. Theyre arriving at 10.30 and theyre coming to chez moi apres so if you wanna see them... well, you cant. Theyre mine, all mine. Also, anyone who wants to see HP for the first (or second time) tomorrow night?&lt;br /&gt;Gulp, only three more days! I havent even done the ear wax candles yet! Or packed or that matter. I might go do that now... Im offski.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my friends are dead to me..." (only joking of course, I just love Amos Lee)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113316149592577952?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113316149592577952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113316149592577952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113316149592577952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113316149592577952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-are-friends-and-we-are-having-fun.html' title='WE ARE FRIENDS AND WE ARE HAVING FUN, OK?!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113299518315684646</id><published>2005-11-26T21:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:53:03.176+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunken... well, not just fences...</title><content type='html'>Hey, yo. Its only my second day out of school and I feel so busy! Within the next 5 days I must:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pack my suitcase&lt;br /&gt;-Go see HP with K8 etc.&lt;br /&gt;-Watch 'Saw' with Anr&lt;br /&gt;-Get Kelda's and Stac's asses up here!&lt;br /&gt;-Have a massively cool singstar party at Hayden's place! All the students from work are gunna be there, Im bringing the singstars, Sinead's bringing the KGBs (mainly for her and I so Hayden and Matt can take advantage of us later in the night, according to Hayden), and together that means THE ULTIMATE COLLEAGE PARTY! Fuuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;-Shop for the desperate essentials for winter. Ie. I only own three pairs of pants!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Invite all those Singstar lovers out there to have a go on the 80s songs!&lt;br /&gt;-Get my hair cut and possibly dyed blue instead of red&lt;br /&gt;-And ship Fes off to Marika, his babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem like I can complete all that in the next 5 days, keeping in mind that Im working tomorow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell nah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113299518315684646?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113299518315684646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113299518315684646&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113299518315684646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113299518315684646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/dunken-well-not-just-fences.html' title='Dunken... well, not just fences...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113286413801643433</id><published>2005-11-25T09:28:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T09:28:58.040+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funny. Go see --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.baconfort.com/blt/"&gt;http://www.baconfort.com/blt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113286413801643433?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113286413801643433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113286413801643433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113286413801643433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113286413801643433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113280383408405788</id><published>2005-11-24T16:40:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:44:36.370+13:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era...</title><content type='html'>It is OVER! No more exams!!!! Goodbye sleepless nights, stress-related pimples and studying! Well... for a year at least. French went surprisingly well... I thought I was gunna be screwed for the essay but I wrote, like, triple the amount asked for! It's like I had French word-vomit. I'm happy that its ended on such a happy note. Now, I am off to run the Playstation ragged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Banana hammock*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113280383408405788?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113280383408405788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113280383408405788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113280383408405788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113280383408405788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-113256047040397820</id><published>2005-11-21T21:07:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:07:50.413+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Folder.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Folder.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelda, Amos Lee. Amos Lee, Kelda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113256047040397820?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113256047040397820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113256047040397820&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113256047040397820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113256047040397820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/kelda-amos-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113253208838537344</id><published>2005-11-21T13:08:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:14:48.406+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it loose, keep it tight</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;strong&gt;Amos Lee&lt;/strong&gt;. Download, buy or burn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i walked over the bridge&lt;br /&gt;into the city where i live,&lt;br /&gt;and i saw my old landlord.&lt;br /&gt;Well we both said hello,&lt;br /&gt;there was no where else to go,&lt;br /&gt;'cuz his rent i couldnt add for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well relatioships change,&lt;br /&gt;oh i think it's kinda strange,&lt;br /&gt;how money makes a man grow.&lt;br /&gt;Some people they claim,&lt;br /&gt;if you get enough fame,&lt;br /&gt;you live over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people on the street,&lt;br /&gt;out on buses or on feet,&lt;br /&gt;we all got the same blood flow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in society,&lt;br /&gt;every dollar got a deed,&lt;br /&gt;we all need a place so we can go,&lt;br /&gt;over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;And feel over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;we forget what we got,&lt;br /&gt;who we are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh who are are now.&lt;br /&gt;I think we gotta chance,&lt;br /&gt;to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose,&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in love with a girl,&lt;br /&gt;whos in love with the world,&lt;br /&gt;though i can't help but follow.&lt;br /&gt;Though i know some day,&lt;br /&gt;she is bound to go away,&lt;br /&gt;and stay over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta learn how to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we forget who we got,&lt;br /&gt;who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who they are not.&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more in love,&lt;br /&gt;than black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose child,&lt;br /&gt;gotta keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it loose child,&lt;br /&gt;keep it tight.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it tight,&lt;br /&gt;keep it tight,&lt;br /&gt;yaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113253208838537344?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113237780105498894</id><published>2005-11-19T18:16:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:23:21.090+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Garfield strip:</title><content type='html'>"Next on 'Most Amazing Police Chases'..."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;amazing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113237780105498894?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113237780105498894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113237780105498894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113237780105498894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113237780105498894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-garfield-strip.html' title='My favourite Garfield strip:'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113237707230860979</id><published>2005-11-19T18:11:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:11:12.320+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/pope.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/pope.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh every time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113237707230860979?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113237707230860979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113237707230860979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113237707230860979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113237707230860979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/makes-me-laugh-every-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113229645015462385</id><published>2005-11-18T19:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:47:30.176+13:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite joke:</title><content type='html'>What's better than winning three gold medals in the Paralympics?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113229645015462385?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113229645015462385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113229645015462385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113229645015462385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113229645015462385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-joke.html' title='My favourite joke:'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113229623914728818</id><published>2005-11-18T19:43:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:43:59.206+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/640/Trio_Desktop15.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/243/3528/400/Trio_Desktop15.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it werent for John, the JMT would have no sexual attraction...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113229623914728818?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113229623914728818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113229623914728818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113229623914728818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113229623914728818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-it-werent-for-john-jmt-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113210367553726224</id><published>2005-11-16T14:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:14:35.560+13:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I do?</title><content type='html'>I have found one of the most 'soundfully pleasing' songs in the WORLD. It is called "What If I Do?" and it is by, you'd never guess, the Foo Fighters. It's on their second disc from In Your Honor, and I am addicted. I highly recommend listening to it a.s.a.p. (I put in the dots because I HATE it when people actually pronounce it asap, instead of A S A P. It's so stupid, it's like trying to say eg instead of E G. Argh). But yeah, I fully recommend the entire album In Your Honor. The first disc is all loud and makes you feel all AHHGRRRRHHHH while the second is acoustic and relaxes you and you notice that the band is actually REALLY good, considering they can produce such different music on one album.&lt;br /&gt;So I been listening to What If I do? before my exams, lol. I've only done two, but already I'm having naps after lunch cause I'm so nackered.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... yeah, yeah, that's right, yeah... (That was in the Unseen Texts exam... never mind...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my turn, this soul won't burn/ So throw me in the fire/ Trophies earned and lessons learned/ From wicked little liars..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113210367553726224?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113210367553726224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113210367553726224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113210367553726224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113210367553726224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-if-i-do.html' title='What if I do?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113187234090311442</id><published>2005-11-13T21:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:59:01.510+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"A million miles from the place I was born, but when she wakes me, she takes me back home..."</title><content type='html'>Going to America in 15 days! YUS! Goodbye Pram! Goodbye friends! Goodbye work! And most importantly, goodbye school!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah... Had a bad night last night. It all started when Jamie turned up at our house. She came with me to pick up Jen and her softball friends who had been drinking in Waikanae... which took me nearly an hour! I was sitting in some lady's house with a dog trying jumping all over me for AN HOUR. Urgh! By the time I got home it was too late to start studying but too early to go to bed... So I watched Perfect Storm. Then went to bed. Then was tortured with the sound of Singstar on full blast right below my bedroom, not to mention my parents singing along to some fougies song too. So I lay there for a few hours... Then at 12, I decided to get back up and watch Finding Nemo. Next thing I know the music's off, Dad's yelling, and Mom's telling me to go to bed. That was at 2 am. A great night, to sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been studying ALL day today, literally. Stopped for lunch and a bit of a play to get the restlessness out of me, but apart from that!&lt;br /&gt;Phew, I think I'll go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;Night my cheerios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113187234090311442?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113187234090311442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113187234090311442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113187234090311442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113187234090311442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/million-miles-from-place-i-was-born.html' title='&quot;A million miles from the place I was born, but when she wakes me, she takes me back home...&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113167093856868650</id><published>2005-11-11T14:01:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T14:03:04.610+13:00</updated><title type='text'>And the verdict is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Earth-Child&lt;/b&gt;. You're a very peaceful person who has very strong beliefs. Others see you as spiritual, and you really are. You see magic as a resource to be used wisely. The earth really is your mother, and you'll remain close to her as long as you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;One Intelectual Individual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Earth-Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Not a Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;New Age Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'63'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Original Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'13'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Pothead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What type of hippie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113167093856868650?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113167093856868650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113167093856868650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113167093856868650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113167093856868650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-verdict-is.html' title='And the verdict is...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113165483531152255</id><published>2005-11-11T09:32:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T09:33:55.310+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Burton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Unwisely, Santa offered a teddy bear to James, unaware that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he had been mauled by a grizzly earlier that year."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113165483531152255?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113165483531152255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113165483531152255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113165483531152255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113165483531152255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/tim-burton.html' title='Tim Burton'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113144002849255540</id><published>2005-11-08T21:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:55:33.163+13:00</updated><title type='text'>This is that day that everything changes, and your worlds collide</title><content type='html'>Lost volleyball... again. Didn't play all that great... whole team didn't play all that great for that matter. There's something about my team... it's like we're cursed. We start off great, then as soon as the opposing team get a few points we just lose all confidence and play like monkeys with arms swinging, or not swinging, everywhere. Ah well. I'm sure over time we'll get better.&lt;br /&gt;I've won a prize, on the upside. Don't know what for. Probably for P.E. I'd say, cause all of my other marks are crap. Damnit, that means I have to pay attention in prizegiving now.&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I get to dress up like I'm at the beach and play volleyball outside in P.E.! We're also having a bbq... well, everybody else is. I can't. Hmph. AND we're having a 'potluck' lunch in Voice... don't really know what that is so I bought 'EnviroKidz' bars. I thought it was rather appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;Hey! That's something else I'm excited about! The EnviroSchool Kendrah, Gloria and I are going to go to next year. It's going to be SO MUCH FUN! It's in Christchurch so we're thinking of going a day early or something so we can shop etc. Yay I can't wait. Actually I can cause I'm going to America before that so yayay! PLUS I think I've basically secured a job for Gloria at the ice cream shop, if Erina's allowed to hire more people *stupid Palmie people*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you going to do today Napoleon?" "Anything I want to, gosh..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113144002849255540?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113144002849255540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113144002849255540&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113144002849255540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113144002849255540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-that-day-that-everything.html' title='This is that day that everything changes, and your worlds collide'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113116721733034241</id><published>2005-11-05T18:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:06:57.350+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo dead</title><content type='html'>To the cunt who vandalised my car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're DEAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113116721733034241?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113116721733034241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113116721733034241&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113116721733034241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113116721733034241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/11/yo-dead.html' title='Yo dead'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113073149142131671</id><published>2005-10-31T16:54:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:07:36.436+13:00</updated><title type='text'>#So much wasted in the afternoon#</title><content type='html'>So much wasted in the afternoon of sunday. I successfully spent the whole day on the couch with the laptop on my knees (for typing english notes), cell phone (for txting sam ; ) ) just one hand length away, plus the tv tuned into the movie channel cuz for some crazy reason the sky tv people decided that it was to be a GOOD movies day, for once in a lifetime. I watched Along Came Polly, Casper, and Kill Bill Volumes 1 AND 2! All of the expose to technology made me feel a bit restless after a while though. I can't imagine how much it would SUCK to be stuck in an office all day, typing away on the computer and answering phone calls. Thats why I've decided that my future career will be something that will need me to be outside often, or at least moving around.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was a pretty big 'spiel'. What does that word mean anyway? It just came into my head for that particular sentence, and I don't even know the meaning. Actually, I think I vaguely know what it means, so please, no commenting on why I probably shouldn't or should've used it in that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I may as well comment on how the vegan thing is going so far. Well, its been pretty easy... no temptations AS OF YET (Ive got work this weekend). But I do have to make a complaint to all of my fuck-arse friends who are trying to convince me not to be vegan and/or trying to argue with what I believe in. Just LEAVE IT. It's my choice, not yours. It doesn't effect you whatsoever, so why do you people have a problem? I have my own moral value, you have yours. Respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;#RESPECT THAT#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113073149142131671?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113073149142131671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113073149142131671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113073149142131671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113073149142131671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-much-wasted-in-afternoon.html' title='#So much wasted in the afternoon#'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113046436383080752</id><published>2005-10-28T14:44:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T14:54:40.256+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegan 4 life</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that I finally couldn't take it anymore and slept in... till 10.30am. I'd been going since saturday minus about 3 hours of sleep, and trust me, when you have art to do and no time to make up for the sleep its effing horrible! So yea, today Dad let me stay home and gave me a list of chores to do... whoopee. And do you know what I came across as I was dusting my room? My Peta2 little joining kit. And then I started to read this little booklet, and well, to make it short I'm now officially a vegan. It's gunna be hard, but I hope my love for salads can override my love for ice cream. I can't imagine going without milk... I guess its gunna be soy milk for me for now on.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its Guy Fawks (or is it?) tomorrow night! Yay... finally a night where I don't have to worry what time I've gotta get up the next morning! Ah well, I predict I'm gunna have fun this weekend, as it is the first weekend I've had off since I got back from Oz! Happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough for now. I may load on a couple of pics from when Kelda was last down later on...&lt;br /&gt;Remember the next time you use a Kleenex: It takes 90 years to grow just one box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peta2 and vegan out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113046436383080752?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113046436383080752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113046436383080752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113046436383080752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113046436383080752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/vegan-4-life.html' title='Vegan 4 life'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-113012909251175066</id><published>2005-10-24T17:38:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T17:44:52.526+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"All girls name Laura taste nice"</title><content type='html'>Well, Ive had a full-on weekend. Got licked a dozen times by Hayden, drove Bevan's new car home, and even locked Matt in a cupboard and sprayed him with window cleaner. Thats what tends to happen when you have 4 students and 1 exstudent working together in the same building for three days in a bloody row!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ive got an art folio due in three days and Ive done shit all this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-113012909251175066?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/113012909251175066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=113012909251175066&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113012909251175066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/113012909251175066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-girls-name-laura-taste-nice.html' title='&quot;All girls name Laura taste nice&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112987120904613188</id><published>2005-10-21T18:06:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:06:49.056+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/640/Picture%201528.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/400/Picture%201528.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something on my face?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112987120904613188?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112987120904613188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112987120904613188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987120904613188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987120904613188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/is-there-something-on-my-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112987115712364638</id><published>2005-10-21T18:05:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:05:57.140+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/640/Picture%201553.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/400/Picture%201553.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112987115712364638?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112987115712364638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112987115712364638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987115712364638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987115712364638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112987107157290951</id><published>2005-10-21T18:04:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:04:31.580+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/640/Picture%201547.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:3px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/243/3528/400/Picture%201547.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! Ducks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112987107157290951?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112987107157290951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112987107157290951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987107157290951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112987107157290951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/tada-ducks.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112960062993031309</id><published>2005-10-18T14:55:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:57:09.940+13:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner of NZ Idol is...</title><content type='html'>A bitch. Go home Rosita!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112960062993031309?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112960062993031309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112960062993031309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112960062993031309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112960062993031309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-winner-of-nz-idol-is.html' title='And the winner of NZ Idol is...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112952462420271606</id><published>2005-10-17T17:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:50:24.213+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Wont you tell me what the wise men said?</title><content type='html'>IDOL FINAL IS ON TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik, whether you win or lose, I will always love you... I'm thinking that itd be better for him to come second, just because there seems to be a curse of horrible horrible failure for Idol winners. But you DESERVE to be FIRST! Argh, I'm in torment, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I dont have any money on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. had second to last exam today... Didnt go too well... couldnt figure out some of the excellence questions even if my life depended on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing it didnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112952462420271606?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112952462420271606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112952462420271606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112952462420271606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112952462420271606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/wont-you-tell-me-what-wise-men-said.html' title='Wont you tell me what the wise men said?'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112944035719845859</id><published>2005-10-16T18:21:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T18:25:57.196+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-unexciting</title><content type='html'>Friday: PE practical in the morning. French in the avro. Went driving to the beach with Anr and took a load of pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went skiing with Marika. Got an upper mountain pass (go me, woop woop). Legs are now compeletly malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Worked. Might be playing Atmosphere at Hayden's next sunday. Idol is on tonight! Exam tomorrow. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She drank beer with coca cola, and thats the way I like it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112944035719845859?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112944035719845859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112944035719845859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112944035719845859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112944035719845859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/anti-unexciting.html' title='Anti-unexciting'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112907106046174053</id><published>2005-10-12T11:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:51:00.473+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"I heard it on the random" ???</title><content type='html'>Hey guys... and Kirsty and Sam. By the way, you both have the complete wrong idea about that post from ages ago... I'm not like THAT!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... its wednesday and Id being wearing my Wednesday tshirt if I had one. Did a bit of study this morning... now I'm just waiting around for my art practical which is in a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;By the way! Who wants to go to BDO with me?! Franz Ferdinand is gunna be there, plus Pluto and Elemeno P and whole lot of other NZ bands... Since its in january I assume Ill be broke from America but that wont stop me...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off to study some science...&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, shalom and aloha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112907106046174053?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112907106046174053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112907106046174053&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112907106046174053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112907106046174053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-heard-it-on-random.html' title='&quot;I heard it on the random&quot; ???'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112890883821085755</id><published>2005-10-10T14:45:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T14:47:18.223+13:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's a 30% chance its already raining"</title><content type='html'>One exam down, four to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112890883821085755?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112890883821085755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112890883821085755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112890883821085755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112890883821085755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/theres-30-chance-its-already-raining.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s a 30% chance its already raining&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112849790459971641</id><published>2005-10-05T20:25:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:38:24.610+13:00</updated><title type='text'>Nik est la merde!</title><content type='html'>Hey I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Oz was cool. If you really care about how it went, ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I worked today. It wasn't much fun, apart from seeing Jake's puppies with Amelia during break.&lt;br /&gt;And after work I went to Amelia's to collect Feathers, and ended up watching one and a half NEW episodes of Lost (Effing awesome by the way!).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll update later when I find the time.&lt;br /&gt;Greenpeace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Nik WILL win NZ Idol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112849790459971641?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112849790459971641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112849790459971641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112849790459971641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112849790459971641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/10/nik-est-la-merde.html' title='Nik est la merde!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112790144987783302</id><published>2005-09-28T21:50:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:57:29.893+12:00</updated><title type='text'>"So no!"</title><content type='html'>Hey my little angels! Are we having good holidays? I've finally found a computer (in a computer room, coincidentally) so I thought just a quick one'll do you so you know I haven't been eaten by spiders... yet. I'm in Surfers at the mo, and it has been sufficiently hot so far but no such like with tanning. I've managed to buy my way into going over my 20kg limit for the plane, and the holiday ain't even over yet! Anyway, Jen wants a turn now so I'll catch up later when I attempt to make MSN work.&lt;br /&gt;...Peace out and make love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liquor. She'll love it." (Get it?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112790144987783302?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112790144987783302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112790144987783302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112790144987783302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112790144987783302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-no.html' title='&quot;So no!&quot;'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112737053302684882</id><published>2005-09-22T18:21:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:28:53.040+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair thee well!</title><content type='html'>Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg YAY! I'm off to Auz tomorrow! Tomorrow morning, at 6am to be precise (which means being at the airport at 4am which means getting up at 2am! There's practically no point in going to bed!) First stop, Sydney- where I'm gunna blow my $400 in the few days we have there. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;So guys, what you are up to in the holidays? Just to let you know, I'll be back on the 6th of October, so don't have all the holiday exam-studying fun without me!&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnnd ya... I'll miss you all *tear* and I'll get a tan/ heaps of fun/ REAL holiday on your behalf! Heh ; )-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gtg eat some spew now! (Spew as in mince and spag and baked b's and veggies, not the real stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU ALL! GREENPEACE OUT MY CHILDREN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lovely loser Lora : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112737053302684882?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112737053302684882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112737053302684882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112737053302684882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112737053302684882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/fair-thee-well.html' title='Fair thee well!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112703645563454413</id><published>2005-09-18T21:26:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:40:55.643+12:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems the more you suffer to, the more I settle down...</title><content type='html'>Wowee, Election Night was one hell of a night. I mean, what else is more exciting than watching our deep-voiced dentist-less PM's house? It was great. But seriously, it was. I had the pleasure of watching it with my sis and her mates while drinking some very fine Woodstock bourbon and cola. That turned into sipping a Smirnoff mixer while playing Singstar at 4 in the morning. A very enjoyable night, all in all.&lt;br /&gt;That meant that all today I just bummed around home... trying to decide what to bring to Auz : )-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaa... Go Greens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112703645563454413?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112703645563454413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112703645563454413&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112703645563454413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112703645563454413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-seems-more-you-suffer-to-more-i.html' title='It seems the more you suffer to, the more I settle down...'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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-10717150.post-112685767679845510</id><published>2005-09-16T19:55:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T20:01:16.806+12:00</updated><title type='text'>*burp*</title><content type='html'>Hey guys...... Nothing much to talk about. School is over in one week now though! I'm leaving early early friday morning to go to Australia! Fun! On this trip we're going to Sydney, Gold Coast (again!) and Moluluba (sp?) which is on the Sunshine Coast I think. So that'll be fun...&lt;br /&gt;Annnnnnd I got my hair cut and re-dyed..... And no its not mullet! Its B-E-A-UTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm what else? Oh yeah, Blair asked me if I wanted to doing something with him AGAIN. Do I need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112685767679845510?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112685767679845510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112685767679845510&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112685767679845510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112685767679845510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/burp.html' title='*burp*'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112658988977483209</id><published>2005-09-13T17:36:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:38:09.786+12:00</updated><title type='text'>101st post!</title><content type='html'>1.  "Sex is like playing bridge.  If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."&lt;br /&gt;--- Woody Allen&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."&lt;br /&gt;--- Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;3.  "There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women.&lt;br /&gt;Chief among these is the Mercedes- Benz 380SL."&lt;br /&gt;--- Lynda Lavner&lt;br /&gt;4.  "Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."&lt;br /&gt;--- Camille Paglia&lt;br /&gt;5.  "Sex is one of the nine reasons for re-incarnation.  The other eight are unimportant."&lt;br /&gt;--- George Burns&lt;br /&gt;6.  "Women might be able to fake orgasms.  But men can fake a whole relationship."&lt;br /&gt;--- Sharon Stone&lt;br /&gt;7.  "Hockey is a sport for white men.  Basketball is a sport for black men.&lt;br /&gt;Golf is a sport for white men dressed like black pimps."&lt;br /&gt;--- Tiger Woods&lt;br /&gt;8.  "My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."&lt;br /&gt;--- Jack Nicholson&lt;br /&gt;9.  "Clinton lied.  A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."&lt;br /&gt;---Barbara Bush (Former First Lady...and you didn't think Barbara Bush a sense of humour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  "Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."&lt;br /&gt;--- Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;11.  "Women need a reason to have sex.  Men just need a place."&lt;br /&gt;--- Billy Crystal&lt;br /&gt;12.  "According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women.  They say that women are too judgmental, whereas men are just grateful."&lt;br /&gt;--- Robert De Niro&lt;br /&gt;13.  "There's a new medical crisis.  Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms.  They say they cause severe swelling.  So what's the problem?"&lt;br /&gt;--- Dustin Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;14.  "There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, 'I know what I'm doing; just show me somebody naked'."&lt;br /&gt;--- Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;15.  "See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time."&lt;br /&gt;--- Robin Williams&lt;br /&gt;16.  "It's been so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties up whom."&lt;br /&gt;--- Joan Rivers&lt;br /&gt;17.  "Sex is one of the most wholesome, beautiful and natural experiences money can buy."&lt;br /&gt;--- Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;18.  "You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older.&lt;br /&gt;Little things like being spanked every day by a middle-aged woman.&lt;br /&gt;Stuff you pay good money for in later life."&lt;br /&gt;--- Elmo Phillips&lt;br /&gt;19.  "Bigamy is having one wife too many.  Monogamy is the same."&lt;br /&gt;--- Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;20.  "It isn't premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112658988977483209?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112658988977483209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112658988977483209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112658988977483209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112658988977483209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/101st-post.html' title='101st post!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10717150.post-112625365833938213</id><published>2005-09-09T19:57:00.000+12:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T20:14:18.350+12:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Yay yay YAY! Rob and I are gunna take Environmental Studies next year! This is so exciting! I CANT WAIT! It's gunna be so cool! And phooey to all of those who am ridiculed it! *cough KATE, GLORIA, AMELIA probably I dont actually remember* lol. Anyway! Had a pretty CRAP week! If you havent heard, I got dumped on sunday night via text. How personal, eh. Um... apart from that, pretty so-so week.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10717150-112625365833938213?l=drunkenfences.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/feeds/112625365833938213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10717150&amp;postID=112625365833938213&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112625365833938213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10717150/posts/default/112625365833938213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenfences.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Clarity</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05628269921002468339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
