<?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-8293409922886094032</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:13.242+11:00</updated><category term='music'/><category term='music is my boyfriend'/><category term='astronomy'/><category term='tv needs to die'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='dance'/><category term='books'/><category term='photography.'/><title type='text'>Dancing in Technicolour</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-7291017231200467205</id><published>2009-03-26T22:10:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:13:57.958+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've slept approximatly one and a half hours in three days. I'm bone achingly sad and I don't know how to make it go away. It actually &lt;em&gt;hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Real Life friend has decided that I'm too much to be friends with. I'm not surprised really, it's not the first time it's happened and it won't be the last. I just don't understand how the people that I email millions of times a day who live overseas think I'm awesome but then people here just...don't. Being friend-broken up with sucks big time, but I guess it's better to know now than delude myself and get hurt even worse down the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-7291017231200467205?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7291017231200467205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7291017231200467205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-emo-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5639585615511544524</id><published>2009-03-15T00:32:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:39:28.888+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been having a bit of trouble lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is changing so quickly and I'm struggling to keep up, to find my niche after dancing. I feel like I've done everything I've ever wanted to do, so now I'm just passing time until something else inspires me or fills me with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life without passion is no life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad all of the time and some days it takes all of my energy just to get out of bed and I know that it's not something I can help. I know this, I've been living with it long enough but I just wish that the dark days would stay away long enough for me to bask in the sunshine. I just wish I could clear my head, my heart and my soul and just spend some time being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exhausting and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online friends have been great through this but there is only so much you can get from an email. Sometimes I just want someone to sit with me and hug me, but if there is one thing I've ever been sure of it's that it isn't for me. I'm too much too often and I've accepted that. I would hate for someone to stick around just because it's the right thing to do. The right thing for others isn't the right thing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been bought to you by my emo. Driving me insane since 1984.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5639585615511544524?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5639585615511544524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5639585615511544524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-having-bit-of-trouble-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5999652372313857020</id><published>2009-03-08T16:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:26:25.742+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SbNWnGds53I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EqaHC9wCWuc/s1600-h/705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310683615350024050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SbNWnGds53I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EqaHC9wCWuc/s320/705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5999652372313857020?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5999652372313857020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5999652372313857020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-be-confused-by-my-apparent-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SbNWnGds53I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EqaHC9wCWuc/s72-c/705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-1226404715904155958</id><published>2009-03-02T17:47:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:50:17.588+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding The Me That I Once Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SauBeb6oP6I/AAAAAAAAABw/DnC-GQug66I/s1600-h/CAQ0R0GACA3NEL2QCAG63LSWCA43JRC9CAFYNDNPCAJ8FWASCAF4L99BCAWCUDFJCALLCVDFCAKN6IK6CALFNO26CAF02RS2CATG8QP6CAD0HWA7CAESIQTHCA57J9PXCAU86VPQCAZP1T9UCASBDZ52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308478945675984802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SauBeb6oP6I/AAAAAAAAABw/DnC-GQug66I/s320/CAQ0R0GACA3NEL2QCAG63LSWCA43JRC9CAFYNDNPCAJ8FWASCAF4L99BCAWCUDFJCALLCVDFCAKN6IK6CALFNO26CAF02RS2CATG8QP6CAD0HWA7CAESIQTHCA57J9PXCAU86VPQCAZP1T9UCASBDZ52.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's time for me to remember who I am and be that girl again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-1226404715904155958?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1226404715904155958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1226404715904155958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-me-that-i-once-knew.html' title='Finding The Me That I Once Knew'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SauBeb6oP6I/AAAAAAAAABw/DnC-GQug66I/s72-c/CAQ0R0GACA3NEL2QCAG63LSWCA43JRC9CAFYNDNPCAJ8FWASCAF4L99BCAWCUDFJCALLCVDFCAKN6IK6CALFNO26CAF02RS2CATG8QP6CAD0HWA7CAESIQTHCA57J9PXCAU86VPQCAZP1T9UCASBDZ52.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-2433232369467712887</id><published>2009-03-01T15:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:33:15.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SaoPz2uXJoI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OK-sKZDPXs/s1600-h/104(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308072494347265666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SaoPz2uXJoI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OK-sKZDPXs/s320/104(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I look for the parts of you that are left in me, and all I find are holes in the shape of fingerprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-2433232369467712887?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2433232369467712887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2433232369467712887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-look-for-parts-of-you-that-are-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SaoPz2uXJoI/AAAAAAAAABo/_OK-sKZDPXs/s72-c/104(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-3368790620432059657</id><published>2009-03-01T14:55:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:59:42.939+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love my online friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a certain freedom that comes with not being able to see the person you're talking to, being able to just build a friendship based on who you are as a person, not what you look like or what brands of clothing you wear. I also approve of being able to sit in my pyjamas and not be judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three *best* friends online who are the funniest and most amazing people I've ever met. They don't mind that I get sad sometimes, they let me be my super annoying and hyperactive self and they are interested in the same things as me. They also agree that cake is NEVER negotiable, which is somewhat of a catchphrase of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I miss them and sometimes I want to hop on a plane and see them but for most of the time I just remind myself how incredibly lucky I am to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-3368790620432059657?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/3368790620432059657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/3368790620432059657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-my-online-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-2717613171102168681</id><published>2009-02-28T11:48:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:51:55.539+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL so that post didn't work. I swear my lack of internet skillz let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway quick update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So RL people have been bringing the drama llama but I'm sooo over it, it's become almost second nature just to ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I fractured my ankle two nights ago, in a spectacular display of how not to stay upright. So once again, I'm all layed up and eating ice cream and being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is up with my body breaking down? I think this is revenge for all of those long hours in the dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to watch Die Hard 4.0 and watch shit get blown up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-2717613171102168681?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2717613171102168681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2717613171102168681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/lol-so-that-post-didnt-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-7824439071460415424</id><published>2009-02-28T11:45:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:47:56.023+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-7824439071460415424?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7824439071460415424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7824439071460415424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-1559936436780851766</id><published>2009-02-18T18:32:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:37:31.028+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So birthday shenanigans were awesome! I was completly spoilt both by Real Life people and my Online friends. It was possibly the best birthday ever which is saying a lot because I had a jumping castle at my 16th birthday (and no I'm not one of those Sweet 16 MTV brats. I just randomly said I think Jumping Castles are cool and then one appeared in my backyard. If I was a spoilt brat there would have been a fairy floos machine :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some not great stuff has happened to someone who I admire and respect and whilst I'm not interested in weighing into the debate, I will say that I think that some people need to respect other's right to free speech and back off. Blogging is just the same as making a speech in a public park or on the Tv or even to a friend. It's her right to say what she wants about whatever she wants. Just like it's his if he returns in kind. And that's all I've got to say on that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is the Fall Out Boy and All-American Rejects show and I am seriously so very excited. Plus added bonus of meeting anne_elliot so YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-1559936436780851766?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1559936436780851766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1559936436780851766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-birthday-shenanigans-were-awesome-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-7000041414686101399</id><published>2009-02-16T17:17:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:19:38.770+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography.'/><title type='text'>Summer skies.</title><content type='html'>Check out my random photography skillz yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/3571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/3581.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5671.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/ravenpuffelite/5671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-7000041414686101399?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7000041414686101399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7000041414686101399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/summer-skies.html' title='Summer skies.'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4226660077844528920</id><published>2009-02-16T16:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:38:57.744+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bad at this blogging thing. Seriously. Actually it's more I'm too lazy to blog than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turn 25 tomorrow (Aquarians represent) and I'm just really, really looking forward to the cake. I know, I know but seriously. Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot of drama lately, both withing my rl and my online life and I just hope that it keeps itself under control for one day, so I can have a drama free birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Uni reading list and seriously, I love reading but I'm never going to survive. So if I dissapear under a mountain of text books and physics equations well just know that I adore you all ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of Taylor Swift lately and I have to say I am really kinda addicted. I thought I'd hate it but all of the songs are so damned catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm off to Darwin for a week in may to visit Miss Anne_Elliot. So yay! We are going to eat ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and act stupid and have an awesome time. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Fall Out Boy and All-American Rejects show on Saturday night. Happy Birthday to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4226660077844528920?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4226660077844528920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4226660077844528920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-bad-at-this-blogging-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4992860884588747053</id><published>2009-02-11T15:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T15:44:38.395+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So here is the thing about Australia and Australians. We are a country that does what it has to do to get shit done. We have plans. We have a never die spirit and we have a government whether it is local,state,federal that always tries to be one step ahead of the game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born here and since I was old enough to understand (and probably even before) we've had it drilled into us that bushfires are apart of our lives. We know that every summer (and in those freak occurences other seasons) the mercury will rise and there is a very real chance that fire is going to happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have volunteer firefighters, people who take time off from their jobs, give up holidays and family time to prepare themselves for the inevitable. We have contingency plans within our own households. Clear the gutters, clean the yards, be constantly vigilant and be ready to go at the drop of a hat. You don't get a warning, you don't get time, all you have is that split second to make your choice. Stay and fight or haul ass and take as many people with you as humanly possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We know just by looking around what can start a fire. We see a pile of dried out sticks and we pick them up. A glass bottle, we pick it up. A clump of leaves, we pick them up. It's annoying but it can be the difference between living and dying.All of these things have been done and are done. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These bushfires didn't happen because someone didn't clean their gutters. This happened because nature thought fuck it let's give them some 46 degree heat and see how they deal. I've never been in 46 degree heat before. I still havn't. Whilst Victoria was burning, New South Wales was sitting at 34 degrees. Still hot but not that hot. Meanwhile Northern Queensland is under water. All we can say is welcome to Australia. Here's your map, your coupon for a free beer and oh, make sure you are fucking prepared for every possible weather situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even in schools here in New South Wales, if the mercury hits 40 degrees they send you home. It's happens. It's not an old wives tale. It's happened in winter. Extreme heat is a fact of life here in Australia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of this leads me to one point, No-one is too blame (except for the possible arsonists. I'm not to sure about that though so I won't get my tirade on). Everyone did everything they could, everything they've been taught. It was just bigger this time. Bigger and faster and deadlier and there was no time. You can plan and plan and plan but sometimes shit just happens and you can't prepare for that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is where the Australian spirit comes to play. We don't get hysterical. We don't blame god for hating us, or the government for not doing enough, or the guy in Number 17 who didn't dispose of his bottles properly. We just assess the situation and do what needs to be done. If our house is ok, we help our neighbour. If our neighbour is ok we help the guy across the street. If our street is ok, we move to the next and so on and so forth. If we are in another area of the country we donate money and food and clothes and we band together and we rebuild. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't have time to bitch and moan or place blame. All we have is the knowledge that next time it could be us. Next time it could be worse. Next time is always going to be sitting there waiting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes there are arsonists that we can blame. We can hate them, wish for the little bugger to get what's coming to them but we don't dwell on it because there isn't time. The longer we spend plotting the little bastards demise, the longer Mr.Gray with the fake leg and the sixteen cats is without a home.&lt;br /&gt;However sometimes we aren't enough. Sometimes we have to look to the rest of the world and ask for help. Some of us don't like it but sometimes we have to sit back, take stock of the situation, put our pride on hold and let people help us. This is one of those situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best place to donate to is the Australian Red Cross. I know it' a lot to ask, that times are tough and money is short but it's be really awesome if you could help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.redcross.org.au/"&gt;Australian Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also if you are in Australia it'd be awesome if you could keep all of your shopping needs on hold until Friday and do it at Coles. They are donating all sales to the Bushfire Appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, because my knee is now partially functioning but BENDY I am no back to semi regularly using the internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4992860884588747053?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4992860884588747053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4992860884588747053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-here-is-thing-about-australia-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4567546427417522308</id><published>2009-02-09T15:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:27:00.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes it feels like I'm filled with ideas and I've nothing to do with them. Sometimes I feel like I'm making all the wrong moves, twirling in the wrong direction and losing who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that things mean more to me me then they do to others, that I read too far into it, hold on too tight.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm on a roundabout and I can't get off,that I'm going to be spending the rest of life running in circles and never moving in a straight line.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think what I have to give isn't enough, will never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want scream and yell and break down, sometimes I want to laugh till I cry and never have to explain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4567546427417522308?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4567546427417522308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4567546427417522308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-it-feels-like-im-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-6520407023988259667</id><published>2009-02-05T15:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T15:58:22.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of my woes are knee related. I've spent the last week icing,eating junk food and watching Disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;My stupid kneecap dislocated and I wiped out the right side of my knee. I wasn't even being an idiot either. I was just walking and bam there goes my knee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having reconstruction surgery in April..for the third time!&lt;br /&gt;In other news it's my birthday on the 17th and I cannot wait. Seriously how awesome are Aquarians?? Very!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-6520407023988259667?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6520407023988259667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6520407023988259667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-of-my-woes-are-knee-related.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-731342660899061643</id><published>2009-01-09T19:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:56:16.995+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Test results are all good. Everything is A-Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-731342660899061643?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/731342660899061643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/731342660899061643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/01/test-results-are-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-820313036789895181</id><published>2009-01-09T19:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:49:30.389+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music is my boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random Music Post #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some random things that are in my most played folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/i8un1d" _fckxhtmljob="1" _fcksavedurl="http://www.sendspace.com/file/i8un1d"&gt;Nothing Else Matters&lt;/a&gt; - Casey Donovan. Australian Idol Winners cover of the Metallica song. Really well done. I highly recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ooidey" _fckxhtmljob="1" _fcksavedurl="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ooidey"&gt;Fantasie Impromptu&lt;/a&gt; - Chopin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bh5i8q" _fckxhtmljob="1" _fcksavedurl="http://www.sendspace.com/file/bh5i8q"&gt;Clair De Lune&lt;/a&gt;- Debussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/23n9q2" _fckxhtmljob="1" _fcksavedurl="http://www.sendspace.com/file/23n9q2"&gt;Round Here&lt;/a&gt; - Counting Crows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-820313036789895181?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/820313036789895181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/820313036789895181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-music-post-2-just-some-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4350251448842848562</id><published>2009-01-07T13:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:38:52.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have a lot of random music on my iPod so I feel as though I should share some of it with you. Feel free to take whatever catches your fancy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/n70nxk"&gt;This Old Love &lt;/a&gt;- Lior&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I love this song in so many stupid ways. In fact I love the whole album in a rather unhealthy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/mjx7w2"&gt;Stay With Me Bright Eyes&lt;/a&gt;- Something With Numbers&lt;br /&gt;Ok truest of truefax. All songs become so much more kickass when there is clapping involved. This is a fact of life. I dare you to say otherwise. Dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/tm351q"&gt;One Crowded Hour&lt;/a&gt; - Augie March&lt;br /&gt;I have so much love for this song. I play it when I'm happy or when I'm sad or when I'm bored or just because. it always takes on a different meaning depending on my mood and I love it, love it , LOVE IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/n2bthv"&gt;You and Me&lt;/a&gt; - Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;So do you guys remember The Jetsons Movie? You do? Yeah well this is from that :) It is awesome if you want to rock out in the car or in the kitchen ( What? It's a valid lifestyle choice ok).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now but if your looking for a specific song or want to hear more from the ones I've already uploaded let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I have a tumour on my knee. It's been biopsied ( fun times) and now I find out tomorrow the results. They seem to think it's nothing, but my best friend died of a brain tumour that they said was nothing so you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway positive thoughts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4350251448842848562?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4350251448842848562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4350251448842848562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-i-have-lot-of-random-music-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-6860470100504778532</id><published>2009-01-02T15:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:52:29.709+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Razia's Shadow is an excellent cleaning soundtrack. Who would of thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creepy people are being creepy on the internet again. The gross people are also being gross and creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is clean and now I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-6860470100504778532?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6860470100504778532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6860470100504778532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/01/razias-shadow-is-excellent-cleaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-6210898534728813992</id><published>2009-01-01T21:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:14:30.334+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*bang bang bang* That is the sound of me banging my head against a brick wall. Yes I am melodramatic why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far 2009 is exactly a day old and I've managed to bust my knee and get some nasty ass sunburn. Now I have to go to the specialist where I'm sure they are going to tell me that they need to operate..again. For the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year-1&lt;br /&gt;Me-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone else is having a better 2009!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-6210898534728813992?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6210898534728813992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6210898534728813992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2009/01/bang-bang-bang-that-is-sound-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-8518365223214589632</id><published>2008-12-31T12:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:09:26.740+11:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve ( Code Name: The Last Freak Out Of The Year)</title><content type='html'>WARNING FOR RANTING AND PISSED OFFEDNESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the internet is pissing me off today. I've been awake for four hours and I would love to go back to bed and wake up tomorrow. Stupid girls are stupid, bitchy girls are bitchy and as usual there is some asshole exploiting the fact that they are "friends" with a famous person so they can have their 2 seconds of fame. It's not cool to upload personal pictures of your friend "because your computer tends to crash" and then let the internet have at them. Just think before you do shit like that ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I should clarify, if you want to post pictures of you and them hanging out, then yay! go for it. Just don't write a half assed little side note saying " oh we are just friends and he's not gay!" What the hell does that have to do with anything? I don't post a pic of me and my friend and say " Oh we are just friends and he is straight!1!" It's time to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, why do asshole on LJ insist on tearing apart someone's opinion but won't put their names to it. That stupid bandflesh site is a cesspool of hatred, stupidity and cowardice. It's not cool to hate someone, slag them off behind their back but then not have the backbone to voice your opinion. It's like all of the wannabe cool kids from High School who made everybody else miserable to detract from their own short comings, decided to get together and make a site dedicated to being assholes. She was voicing her own opinion, in her own journal, about something that was important to her. If you don't like it, don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, WHY DID I DECIDE TO MAKE MY EDUCATION THE MOST COMPLICATED THING IN THE EXISTENCE OF THE WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;At which point did my younger self decide that doing a double degree was a good idea? At which point did my younger self decided doing a double degree in freaking Astronomy (Astro Physics) and Ancient History would be a good idea? and then at which point did my younger self decide minors in Anthropology and Radio Astronomy would be a great addition to my already full schedule??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, NOW! Now I have to decided whether or not to completly stop doing the ballet program, so I can do Uni fulltime or keep chugging along as Part Time which if I do part time I'll be 35 and graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and now I'm thinking of doing a Business Administration night course because you know, I only need to sleep 3 hours out of the available 24. *sigh* 2009 and going to suck in ways that can not be textually rendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-8518365223214589632?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/8518365223214589632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/8518365223214589632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve-code-name-last-freak-out.html' title='New Years Eve ( Code Name: The Last Freak Out Of The Year)'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4844042986182567006</id><published>2008-12-29T14:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:59:46.581+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bedroom is a mess, my brain has shut down, my laptop is making odd noises and I've managed to lose my phone...twice. Why did I ever think it's be a good idea to join the 21st Century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good news I found Pez. Lots of Pez. That I bought from Duty Free 3 years ago and put in a "safe" place ( read: black hole of doom) and now it's been spat back out at me again. I think I'll dare my brother to eat a piece to see if it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored so I think I'm going to read "&lt;em&gt;Hard Boiled Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;" again. If you haven't already read it or any &lt;strong&gt;Murakami&lt;/strong&gt; than I suggest you get on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4844042986182567006?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4844042986182567006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4844042986182567006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-bedroom-is-mess-my-brain-has-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5995205642679785963</id><published>2008-12-28T19:20:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:24:44.987+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVc3urAsmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/_K1Ani7NHYU/s1600-h/qhs6-1f3715e2ab197cb735924f6204452d6b_493a328e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284753962701723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVc3urAsmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/_K1Ani7NHYU/s320/qhs6-1f3715e2ab197cb735924f6204452d6b_493a328e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing...Oscar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5995205642679785963?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5995205642679785963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5995205642679785963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/introducing.html' title='Introducing....'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVc3urAsmBI/AAAAAAAAABY/_K1Ani7NHYU/s72-c/qhs6-1f3715e2ab197cb735924f6204452d6b_493a328e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-6085212659560071190</id><published>2008-12-28T19:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:19:08.499+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Lior's "Autumn Flow" album a lot lately. There is no particular reason, just a mood that I'm in I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to listen to one track in particular, more often than the rest " This Old Love". It's simple, beautiful and peaceful. It wraps itself around me, like a favourite blanket or an old friend and it relaxes me. So here, have some lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes yeah we’re moving on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking for direction, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmm we’ve covered much ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking back to innocence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can no longer connect &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t have a heart left to throw around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and time moves like a train &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that disappears into the night sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I still get a sad feeling inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see the red tail lights wave good bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we’ll grow old together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we’ll grow old together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this love will never, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this old love will never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well money slips into your hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then slips out like it was sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there's shoes that you can never seem to fill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve chased so much and lost my way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe a face for every day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that so casually slipped me by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and time moves like a train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that disappears into the night sky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I still get a sad feeling inside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see the red tail lights wave good bye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we’ll grow old together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we’ll grow old together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this love will never, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this old love will never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmm morning comes sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a smile sometimes with a frown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah so I never want to worry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you're gonna stay around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let’s grow old together, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we’ll grow old together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this love will never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this old love will never die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes yeah we’re moving on, moving right along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-6085212659560071190?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6085212659560071190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6085212659560071190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-listening-to-liors-autumn-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-3209706455866716224</id><published>2008-12-28T18:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:14:58.663+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance isn't dead, it's just dragging itself around in 1827</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us - I can live only wholly with you or not at all - Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits - Yes, unhappily it must be so - You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never - Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves. And yet my life in V is now a wretched life - Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men - At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection? My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once - Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together - Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever thine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever ours"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Beethoven's Third Letter to his "Immortal Beloved"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-3209706455866716224?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/3209706455866716224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/3209706455866716224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/romance-isnt-dead-its-just-dragging.html' title='Romance isn&apos;t dead, it&apos;s just dragging itself around in 1827'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5407455405501256284</id><published>2008-12-28T16:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:00:07.414+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"At last, he came into a chamber all gilded with gold, where he saw upon a bed, the curtains of which were all open, the finest sight was ever beheld -- a princess, who appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen years of age, and whose bright and, in a manner, resplendent beauty, had somewhat in it divine. He approached with trembling and admiration, and fell down before her upon his knees.And now, as the enchantment was at an end, the Princess awaked and looking on him with eyes more tender than the first view might seem to admit of:"Is it you, my Prince?" said she to him. "You have waited a long while."The Prince, charmed with these words, and much more with the manner in which they were spoken, knew not how to show his joy and gratitude; he assured her that he loved her better than he did himself; their discourse was not well connected, they did weep more than talk -- little eloquence, a great deal of love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;—Charles Perrault, La Belle au bois dormant (The Sleeping Beauty)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this really old and used volume of Charles Perrault Fairy Tales at this out of the way Used Book Store today. It's written in French, which is great because I love reading in French. It makes me feel good to put all those hours of learning the bloody language to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive always loved fairytales, something about being transported to another world of make believe, good versus evil ( although sometimes, I want the baddies to prevail. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a volume of Alexander Afanasyev's&lt;em&gt; "Narodyne russkie skazki"&lt;/em&gt;. Included is &lt;em&gt;"Tsarevitch Ivan, The Fire Bird and The Grey Wolf." &lt;/em&gt;Which I have loved since I was a little girl. All of the other copies I've found have been in Russian, which I struggle with but I don't mind perservering with it.Thankgoodness my High School offered so many language classes.  However this copy is translated into english so it's win/win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5407455405501256284?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5407455405501256284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5407455405501256284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-last-he-came-into-chamber-all-gilded.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-73262797015533213</id><published>2008-12-26T11:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:47:08.820+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day Aftermath</title><content type='html'>I love Christmas but thank god that's over for another year. I'm so tired. So very, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were awesome about yesterday include but are not limited to the following:&lt;br /&gt;*2 pairs of Converse. Which is awesome because now I don't have to go buy my own.&lt;br /&gt;* A Decepticon Transformer thing, that I think was supposed to be a gag gift but is still awesome.&lt;br /&gt;*A new camera. It is freaking awesome. Now I can take lots of pictures to post on coffeehouseduck (&lt;a href="http://coffeehouseduck.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://coffeehouseduck.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;*Clothes. lots and lots of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;*Fall Out Boy's new album which I knew I was getting but still..awesome!&lt;br /&gt;*The Live In Chicago CD/DVD Set which I also knew I was getting. Also Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;* A Santa Sack filled with chocolate and lollies and yum!&lt;br /&gt;* The weather behaved itself and wasn't too hot. Which I can't say is true for today.&lt;br /&gt;* PUPPY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;* Lots of food and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can survive New Years that'd be awesome. 2009 is going to be so much fun. February brings my birthday, my new iPod, my new computer and Fall Out Boy (and All American Rejects!!) concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas filled with fun, love and laughter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-73262797015533213?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/73262797015533213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/73262797015533213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-day-aftermath.html' title='Christmas Day Aftermath'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-1145173532924894436</id><published>2008-12-23T16:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T16:30:43.742+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen&lt;br /&gt;In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen;&lt;br /&gt;if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw?&lt;br /&gt;and that doesn't hold nothing together&lt;br /&gt;Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's making you sick&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing there, it's like eating air&lt;br /&gt;It's like drinking gin with nothing else in&lt;br /&gt;And that doesn't hold me together.&lt;br /&gt;But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room&lt;br /&gt;And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June&lt;br /&gt;But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin&lt;br /&gt;And I know you like your boys to take their medicine&lt;br /&gt;From the bowl with a silver spoon&lt;br /&gt;Who run away with the dish and scale the fish by the silvery light of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Who were taught from the womb to believe till the tomb&lt;br /&gt;That as far as their bleeding eyes see&lt;br /&gt;Is a pleasure pen, meant for them, builded and rent for them&lt;br /&gt;Not for the likes of me&lt;br /&gt;Not for the like of you and me&lt;br /&gt;And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room&lt;br /&gt;And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June&lt;br /&gt;But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land&lt;br /&gt;She takes into hers my hand&lt;br /&gt;She says, "Boy I know you're lying&lt;br /&gt;Oh but then, so am I,"&lt;br /&gt;And to this I said "Oh well."&lt;br /&gt;Well put me in a cage full of lions, I learned to speak lion&lt;br /&gt;In fact I know the language well&lt;br /&gt;I picked it up while I was versing myself in the languages they speak in hell&lt;br /&gt;That night, the silence gave birth to a baby&lt;br /&gt;They took it away to her silent dismay&lt;br /&gt;And they raised it to be a lady&lt;br /&gt;Now she can't keep her mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;And for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room&lt;br /&gt;And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June&lt;br /&gt;But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin&lt;br /&gt;For one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room&lt;br /&gt;Well I played a few songs for those bumps in the night&lt;br /&gt;In fact I played this very tune&lt;br /&gt;You said, "What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?"&lt;br /&gt;And one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "One Crowded Hour"-Augie March&lt;br /&gt;from the album " Moo, you bloody choir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, this song is my heart and soul. I've loved it from the very first moment I heard it. It just sits under your skin, swirls in your head, wraps itself around you heart. I don't usually get teary over songs, but everytime without fail, this makes me cry. The song is fantastic, the album is fantastic, Augie March are fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-1145173532924894436?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1145173532924894436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/1145173532924894436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-should-you-expect-to-see-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5637325221604096808</id><published>2008-12-22T18:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:02:25.688+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv needs to die'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've taken against TV. Wait, no I've not taken against &lt;em&gt;all &lt;/em&gt;TV , I rather enjoy the commercials and the late night shopping network ( Oh the joys of insomnia) but the rest of TV can go very, very far away and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have cable. Lots and lots of channels playing the same crap day in and day out. Oh and then there are the music channels that don't play music. Except for one, who repeats the same thirty songs on repeat and is posisbly being run by scary teenies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VH1 was solid today though. They played Classic Albums: The Who which, ok I'm going to admit it right here, I'm an unashamed The Who fangirl. I can't help it, it's been bred into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Channel played Live from Abbey Road and it had Herbie Hancock on which was just...wonderful and breathtaking. I have serious love for that man. If you don't know who he is than ya'll need to get your Google on and broaden your horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day wrapping Christmas presents with music channels playing in the background, until I got jack of it and put the Food Network on. I have a serious crush on Nigella Lawson and I'm not ashamed to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5637325221604096808?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5637325221604096808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5637325221604096808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-taken-against-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-2155303068513904217</id><published>2008-12-22T16:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:32:06.154+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>Stellar Evoloution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;\o/ Those my friends are victory arms of epicness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just found out that I'm going to be doing a semester on Stellar Evoloution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How excited am I? Very.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's learn about The Cat's Eye Nebula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282479558955326962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SU8jK8zLXfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KTqaMRYCRVk/s320/180px-NGC6543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cat's Eye Nebula is found in the constellation of Draco. It is a planetary nebula ( an emission nebula [a could of ionized gas that emits light of various colours], consisting of a glowing shell of gas which forms when certain types of stars die.) It's called a planetary nebula because it is similar to what giant planets look like when you view them through a small telescope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, structure wise it is one of the most complex nebulae known and it was discovered by William Herschel in 1786.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The core radius is 0.2ly ( one light year is measured as equal to just under ten trillion kilometres). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't go into to much more detail because then it becomes a whole lot of complex mathematics and can be really, really confusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it. The Cat's Eye Nebula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-2155303068513904217?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2155303068513904217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/2155303068513904217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/stellar-evoloution.html' title='Stellar Evoloution'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SU8jK8zLXfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KTqaMRYCRVk/s72-c/180px-NGC6543.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-4842011055404539735</id><published>2008-12-22T15:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:09:10.856+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music is my boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Music is my Boyfriend #1</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm going to rec some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me Bright Eyes- Something With Numbers .&lt;br /&gt;This one is kinda oldish now but it is still my favourite. I'm a firm believer that the only thing that can make a kick ass song, even more kick ass is clapping. Don't even front, you know it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco - Town Hall Steps.&lt;br /&gt;True Story, the first time I heard this I was at Town Hall Station here in Sydney, my soul being slowly sucked away as I waited for my train which was delayed by half an hour ( colour me surprised) and it came over the radio. This song also has clapping, so really, there is only win here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Eyed Boy- Birds of Tokyo.&lt;br /&gt;I love this song and this band so hard you have no idea. They are from Perth ( I think) and they are fabulous. The songs are awesome and catchy but not in an MMMBop kinda way ( there lies a year of my life I'm never getting back. Oh the life choices of the young and ill informed) more of a " Hey we wrote a fricken awesome album and you should totally listen to it until your ears bleed" kinda way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get Shaky- The Ian Carey Project.&lt;br /&gt;Generally as a rule I hate anything that is too dance music-y. However, this song is awesome and I may or may not have an entire dance routine that I do in the kitchen when I should be doing dishes. It's got a good beat and I kinda love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah- End of Fashion.&lt;br /&gt;So End of Fashion are on their second album ( and it is fabulous) but I'm still stuck on their first single of their first album. Why? because I'm a nostalgic fool, that's why. I love it, love it, &lt;em&gt;love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-4842011055404539735?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4842011055404539735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/4842011055404539735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-is-my-boyfriend-1.html' title='Music is my Boyfriend #1'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-7596475529393562220</id><published>2008-12-22T12:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:12:01.157+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my breath away,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SU7o0TywciI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gxddM9rK1vI/s1600-h/IMG_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282415398316175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SU7o0TywciI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gxddM9rK1vI/s320/IMG_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometime last night I lost my breath, felt my heart break in two and the mend itself crooked. Somewhere there is the final piece floating around in oblivion, waiting to be claimed. It's not heartbreak in the usual way, it's more of a shattered view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stormy nights, hot summer days and the view from a mountain top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live as you want, love as you can, don't settle for anything less than you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-7596475529393562220?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7596475529393562220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7596475529393562220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/take-my-breath-away.html' title='Take my breath away,'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SU7o0TywciI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gxddM9rK1vI/s72-c/IMG_0389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-7722740481668354370</id><published>2008-12-21T18:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:04:38.209+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Christmassy</title><content type='html'>Some times I wish for a white christmas. Snowfall, cold and wet, toasty fireplaces and staying indoors curled up and safe. But then I look out the window, at the constant sunshine and the warm air rustling the curtains and I feel guilty for wanting to give up my country, the sunshine and the beaches, sunburn and heat stroke for other places. Other places I don't really need because I've got everything here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is 4 days away and to say I'm excited is an understatment. The tree is decorated, the lights are hung outside, the weather is going to be hot ( 40 degrees celsius, which is roughly 98 farenheit I think) and there is going to be food and presents and laughter and my niece is now old enough to understand what is going on ( 2 year olds are seriously awesome) and I can not wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a beautiful Christmas filled with love and laughter. You deserve it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-7722740481668354370?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7722740481668354370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/7722740481668354370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-christmassy.html' title='Christmas is Christmassy'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-5223762029603494408</id><published>2008-12-16T20:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:59:20.212+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Attitude is a lifestyle choice...as is High School Musical</title><content type='html'>I love being told I need an attitude readjustment. I love it because it means I'm doing something right. If I have something to say, an opinion or an argument, I'm going to say it.  Does it mean I'm always right? Definatley not. Does it mean I'm wrong? Definately not. It just means that I have a mind of my own. My attitude is fine. I'm respectful, I'm accepting and I will listen, but I won't conform to your views to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched High School Musical today because "everybody loves a good jazz square" and I'm no exception. Do you have any idea how hard I wish that life was one song and dance number after another? How hard I wish that I could walk into school and do a choreographed dance routine with all of my friends? Trust me, I would be the happiest of all of the happy campers if that was the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer in the healing power of singing, dancing and acting like a total fool. If it makes you happy do it. If your in the supermarket and there is a killer song pumping over the tinny speakers and you feel an overwhelming desire to rock the shit out of some jazz hands or a soft shoe shuffle, go with it. Try not to take out the toilet paper display because they tend to frown upon that but if it feels good, do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your waiting for your friend to get out of the change room and for some reason a Pussycat Doll's song starts swirling around in your head and suddenly you want to perform the whole dance routine to " Dontcha", then do it. What's the worst that can happen? You get kicked out of the store? Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your in the gas station and the most awesome of awesome Spice Girls remixes comes on and your feel the need to belt out " Spice Up Your Life" whilst you try to find the right type of oil, then do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is what you make it. So make it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-5223762029603494408?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5223762029603494408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/5223762029603494408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/attitude-is-lifestyle-choiceas-is-high.html' title='Attitude is a lifestyle choice...as is High School Musical'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8293409922886094032.post-6984803951132736963</id><published>2008-12-16T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:15:28.611+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome, you have been warned</title><content type='html'>Hi *waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to give this whole blogging thing a try, even though popular opinion is that Ii'm not interesting enough. *shrugs* Fair warning, most of my posts will be about stupid things that are only interesting to me like cloud formations and the physical make up of the Universe or the mating habits of the dung beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if that's your sort of thing, stick around. Let me entertain you...or cure your insomnia :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8293409922886094032-6984803951132736963?l=dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6984803951132736963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8293409922886094032/posts/default/6984803951132736963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingintechnicolour.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome-you-have-been-warned.html' title='Welcome, you have been warned'/><author><name>Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04696107288920331482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iwSGWH0DOqs/SVcz4c16AFI/AAAAAAAAABA/_bfZhnknYj4/S220/8973674.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
