<?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-53120046102830842</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:11:35.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bockchuueeey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-8992775293432616325</id><published>2009-07-03T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:59:52.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird but fasanating disorder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today when i went to LOJ (church) for radiate (youth) me and some friends started talking about stuff in our group, because we all split up into different groups. Some of the stories were funny and some were interesting but the most interesting one was this random story that just popped up when we were talking amongst our selfs. Then this topic popped up that one of my friends bianca said. She said that she used to have this wierd dis order thing but it wasnt really a disorder, its only a disorder if it effects ur body, but it didnt. and the disorder was this cemetrical thingy , i forgot :S. So everytime she touched one of her legs she had to touch the other leg as well but with her oppisite hand and it also had to be exactly perfectly oppisite (cemetrical) like the name of the problem. Another thing that would happen was whenever she winked she would have to wink with the other eye and do it agen which i found pretty fasanating and wierd at the same time. hehehe. She also said that her brother got it to which ment it ran in her family, i think, maybe, not really, but anyway...      she said other people had it too and made her happy. But she told us that she got rid of it by saying 'stop it' and forcing herself to stop, and eventually it went away. That was a wierd story tho interestingest thing i've ever heard of. Because i just cant know or feel that feeling i have to do the same thing in one hand to do with the other. well yeh it was  random story and awsome too :]&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/53120046102830842-8992775293432616325?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/8992775293432616325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-but-fasanating-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/8992775293432616325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/8992775293432616325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-but-fasanating-disorder.html' title='weird but fasanating disorder'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-5121530634937752961</id><published>2009-07-01T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T04:29:09.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the sydney symphony orchestra</title><content type='html'>Today i went to bowman hall in blacktown to watch th sydney symphony orchestra because people who know me would know im a musicey type of person. :) . and i thought they were so pro! because the music was so perfect and there were no mistakes at all. and the conductor is awsome and funny at times. he was asking kids questions bout music like wats this instrument, and i thought i could pown all of those people! But i didnt say anything because i was scared and he was on teh other side of the room most of the time. But the music was still cool. and being in th room was wierd coz there were somany old people there, (not to be meen). Everywhere you turned you would see an old person. There were young kids and stuff there too but i bet their parents made them go :L, yeh. so it was scary and awkward. I thought it went for a really short time though and they didnt play much songs that were long but the thing that made it longer and a bit interesting was teh conductor talked to the audience to explain the music and what the meening of the songs are or what the story of the music was which i thought was pretty cool (Y) even though not many kids my age would. he also introduced the music players in th orchestra too and everytime he said give a round of a plause or they finished the song they stood up, as a normal sumphony orchestra would do. But the thing im so obsessed about is how perfect and fine they played and they also all started on time which i wouldnt do really. and it was just really fun and exciting to watch the australian symphony orchestra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53120046102830842-5121530634937752961?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/5121530634937752961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-sydney-symphony-orchestra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/5121530634937752961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/5121530634937752961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/07/watching-sydney-symphony-orchestra.html' title='Watching the sydney symphony orchestra'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-2864599130552803478</id><published>2009-06-22T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:11:51.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sick day yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday when i wokeup i had a soar throat. It hurt so bad. especially when i coughed my throat hurt even more. Then when i got to school i had the madest headache, it felt like my head was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bulging&lt;/span&gt; . SO whenever i coughed, my head &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;my throat hurt. It felt so bad. I didn't want to go to school but i did anyway coz it was a halfday, so i just thought i go, and also i planned to go to blacktown with my friends after &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;:]&lt;/span&gt; . So i sat through everyone of my classes coughing my brains out wanting to go home, then after school which was about lunch time because of half day, i walked with my friend &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jillian&lt;/span&gt;, to terrigal and it took so long and the sun came up which made it hot. and we also had to walk up a slanted hill sorta thing. When we go to the bus station which was like at the top of the road nearly we waited for about 15 minutes then a bus passed but then it didnt stop fr us which was the annoyingest (if thats a word) thing u could imagen. So we waited for about another 5 - 10 minutes for the next bus (and this guy john from our school was there too). When we got on the bus it wa like empty. and this old lady was staring at me (scary ). The bus was so bumpy an also it was an old filo guydriving the bus :], which was funny, to me anyway. When we go there we went to meet up with our other friends, then i got sum &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mc donalds &lt;/span&gt;for my lunch which mad me feel a bit better :]. ahah. Then my frends left to get a hair cut so i decided to go to my mums office because i couldnt stand the headache, but she wasnt there. So i went ito iremit which is right next door to my mums office because my auntie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; worked there and she told me to sit on the seats. So i sat there eating my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;happy meal&lt;/span&gt; by myself. Then my auntie called my mum n she was at this chinese reaseraunt with my dad. I had to walk there which was a little scary but luckily i was close and not to far. and i also realised that i had forgoten to get my fone off my frend who borowed it to call someone, but luckily i saw her pass on myway to the chinese resteraunt and i got it. When i went to my mum she took me to the doctors coz i was really sick and i might've had swine flu :S because People just came back from america and i came in contact with them :o. When we went to the doctors the doctor said i had the Flu but not Swine flu, hehe. I didnt go to school the next day beacause i was sick so i was home lone for a bit which made me scared but then my mummy came home and i felt saferer  :]. and also i think i got the flu from my friend &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;gian&lt;/span&gt; because on this competition day she was sick like me and still is, and also my friend &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;joanna&lt;/span&gt; got sick to so i think that's how it started . :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53120046102830842-2864599130552803478?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/2864599130552803478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sick-day-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/2864599130552803478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/2864599130552803478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sick-day-yesterday.html' title='My sick day yesterday'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-3540088167104490565</id><published>2009-06-16T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:33:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid school, and scabs</title><content type='html'>Today at school they made us stand in the quad until we picked up all the rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Because yesterday it was a mess and there was rubbish everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And they anounced "We will do this everyday until this place is spotless" . Some teacher said&lt;br /&gt;but then me and my friend were saying lyk, well we could do this everyday, coz all we do at lunch and recess is stand around or walk around and talk to people, and also scab for food coz no one brings food. There is this one whole asian group near near the stairs of the B- block, and everytym u walk there with food and ur frends with the people there, a whole group cums and scabs the fod off u. I don't noe y but ppl get annoyed but they shood just say noe, well anyways, thats how the asian (year 7) area runs. We r lyk family, but half of us are the people using our money to buy the food T_T. yeh. and this has nothing to do with this but anyway, when i went to btown with a group of friends, 2 of em'asked can u buy me a nack box, so i bought 2 but then there were lyk 5 of us so i just gave the 2 boxes for everyone to share, n the biggest scab was john, he is this guy at my school (obviously) and he took lyk half of one box, n ther were actually about 6 of us. so yeh. but im a good girl and im very generous :], but i also scab at tyms ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53120046102830842-3540088167104490565?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/3540088167104490565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-school-and-scabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/3540088167104490565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/3540088167104490565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupid-school-and-scabs.html' title='Stupid school, and scabs'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-9184209514545516837</id><published>2009-06-13T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:13:41.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frends cumming over my house :]</title><content type='html'>yeh&lt;br /&gt;Joanna n Gian Are cuming over my house&lt;br /&gt;. But to practice for mats (Competittion)&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, well after its gonna be fun coz we r gonna go on hotel 626 agen&lt;br /&gt;like last tym they came over.&lt;br /&gt;and joanna screamed oh so loud that my brothers that were&lt;br /&gt;on the other side of the house cood here her scream&lt;br /&gt;i screamed but not that loud . haha&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;The scariest part was teh one where you go int he bathroom n hav to "show her the light "&lt;br /&gt;and you haev to try and take pictures of this lady n wen u do she pops up into ur face!&lt;br /&gt;n its scary as&lt;br /&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeh&lt;br /&gt;but thats the only ' really' scary part&lt;br /&gt;And They are cuming oh so soon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53120046102830842-9184209514545516837?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/9184209514545516837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/frends-cumming-over-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/9184209514545516837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/9184209514545516837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/frends-cumming-over-my-house.html' title='Frends cumming over my house :]'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53120046102830842.post-5236539652081976125</id><published>2009-06-13T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:22:38.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino independence day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well at the start of my day i had to get up early in the morning wen i wanted to sleep in T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we went to bowman hall and i was late n had to go straight on stage. On stage it was oh so boring, n it was funny coz this old filo man got scared coz of the mic, making a loud sound. n gian coodnt stop laughing. then we had to wait lyk 2 hours b4 we played&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;once we played we ate food n the lines were stuffed up man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n it took lyk half n hour to get food that wasnt even good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well after that we left n joanna came in my car to go straight to the indpependence day celebration at the polish church..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;well thats only about the third of my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now wen we went to the polish church we all waited outside and then suddently (so dramatic) i saw ian full hard out fall off the poll wen he was playing this lava game ,  then yeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just before we played there was this mad band playing n they were awsome, n i saw my frends from school.lol. then wen we played they luved us bro, n i think that this filo laydie in the audience was high :L. We stuffed a bit but in the end it was all good. After we ate more food (which was much much better then the one at bowman hall). And that's the second part of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that me n my mummy, left n went to the dry cleaners to getclothes for tonight , but then it was closed n she got all angry. so then we went to teh corrigedor to return the money for tickets i sold for my cocner tthe day b4. And the nita person wasnt there to collect the money then my mum was tired. so we went home, my mum had a rest. n i chated for a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we got ready to go to the filo independence day ball at bowman(agen) n i wore this pink filo dress that was a bit uncomfortable. wen we got there we ate food agen for dinner which was the best out of the whole day. Then Jicko performewd Sway n sum spanish song on trumpet then i sung. (and i did better then , then when i sung last nite at my concert.&lt;/span&gt;). After i sung, i got desert which was cool :]. After there was danceing. And i had to dance with ian. lol. he didnt mind he sed just i wasnt moving. ahah. yeh. i cbb. well After i was txting gian,playing suduko on my fone, n then i went on facebook on ians fone. The funniest part in the whole ball. Was watching old Filo people dance. its like this day is the only tym they can let loose n feel young agen They danced teh macarina, and the nutbush n others which were really funny to watch. haha. and then i went home n relaxed by chating to my frendly frends on msn.&lt;br /&gt;well this was a really long post. daym! That was my whole day today&lt;br /&gt;oh so long n oh so tireing. But Great food :] (Y)&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/53120046102830842-5236539652081976125?l=bockchuey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/feeds/5236539652081976125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/filipino-independence-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/5236539652081976125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/53120046102830842/posts/default/5236539652081976125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bockchuey.blogspot.com/2009/06/filipino-independence-day.html' title='Filipino independence day'/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07881525794074159334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6yRplqG59RI/TEak6YFJ8xI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ZprL6br9gqg/S220/ghfcgfkj.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
