<?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-14794803</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:25:44.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depiction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-113016017380352520</id><published>2005-10-24T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:22:53.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY REFLECTION ESSAY</title><content type='html'>Where to start? I have never done a class that actually brought up emotions before. Other classes never have pushed me, frustrated me, annoyed me and yet gave me satisfaction all at the same time. During this class I learnt a lot of things. I first walked into this group confident that this would be a great assignment. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I chose this class because I didn’t want to do the others. They sounded like something we could always do in other classes down the track. I liked the way it sounded inspiring, different and outside the box. But the strange thing was at the same time I was a hundred percent sure this was the one I wanted to do, I still had no real grasp on what I was stepping into. After the first few lessons I still was none the wiser and growing more and more worried. I enjoyed the lessons and the way we learning to step out side the comfort zone. In this creative response I want to talk about those emotions I have mentioned; confusion, frustration, and reflection. I also want to bring up my reflections throughout the semester and the stamina needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ask any one in our class an emotion that was brought up from this course and confusion would be one. Understanding by the end would be another. The start was slow and weird doing spider diagrams and the question games and the lectures by Soumitri. But eventually my confusion subsided and it all became clear what we were doing. But it did take a while. One big moment was the cinematography lecture and watching the film. We shouted out answers even though I personally was scared I was wrong…and I was in a way. I was on the right track with my answers but just wasn’t quite getting it leading me to be even more confused. With the paper question game left me feeling completely out of my depth not sure what Soumitri wanted from us. Just confusion, nothing less nothing more. I wasn’t sure what soumitri meant I just couldn’t seem to grasp that last piece of missing information. I found it so strange that there was no direct outline, no outcomes and no homework as such but yet there was so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration was another big thing throughout the semester. I was frustrated at my confusion the fact I didn’t understand what I was meant to be achieving. I was frustrated when I couldn’t do things like the lantern or understand some of the things such as the films I went to. I was frustrated at the blog. My internet wouldn’t work and when it did I had nothing to write. I felt like I was always putting it off. I got angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;“well this blog has really fallen, fallen hard. I am the most angry I can get with myself.....and that’s disappointed in myself. I do the same thing each year I start of all energetic and enthused and make promises to myself abut how much I can and will do. Then it all starts and I start to prioritize things and keep saying I will do that tomorrow and never do...I guess that’s what this blog turned into. I kept saying tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. I had a chat with soumitri about it last Monday and promised him and myself I would....but alas I did not I allowed myself to get caught up with other homework. But as of this Monday I am going to put in a post everyday whether it is one or many. For now I have to finish getting ready to go to school but as soon as I get home I will do a post. I have this promise to myself now in writing and posted on the net so I BETTER do it now.” Exert from my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some weird way though frustration was what suddenly made me understand more. I suddenly got inspired to do more for my blog. My frustration made me stop and think hard about everything I had achieved and done and heard and learnt so far. I made decisions such as putting in more effort because I suddenly would reap more from it.&lt;br /&gt;“Well this morning I was a nervous wreck freaking about school. But tonight i am a much calmer person. Learning CAD not due in till next week helped a lot and working my butt of in woodwork and getting in control once again helped oh and shopping with Kelly and Sofia most defiantly helped. I have just got back from a farewell for work. Our visual merchandiser has been swapped to another store. Really sad to see her go as we only have a little team and are all great friends. I know sum ppl hate socializing with ppl outside of work but I love it. Seeing everyone just relax and be themselves + when free alcohol involved the truth comes out. I find these outings really great for me as I have only lived in Melbourne for about 8 months so my only connection to friends are uni and work and it is so different from home where I have friends everywhere from all different things. So being able to do this with uni ppl or work ppl has been fantastic for me. That’s why it is such a pity we never got round to the bbq for studies cause it’s a great atmosphere when you take a community out of its origin. When a majority of us went to inck one day I loved that cause we just all relaxed and chatted like usual but just had a different feel. I think that’s enough rabbiting on my behalf.” Exert from my blog&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I had got a better idea what was going on. I started to put more effort into group discussions which suddenly made me feel more confident which led to me understanding. I needed to realise there was so much to learn then what I already knew. I slowly learnt that what soumitri was trying to get through to us there was so much more to everything then what appeared on the surface. I realised we had come into this with such tunnel vision. We all had our eyes on one aim and didn’t bother wondering about what else we can do besides becoming “red” or “blue” designers. We needed to look at things differently and think about it more and step outside our comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;“I have just been reading over everyone’s blogs. They make me upset I haven’t tried harder, then they make me now try harder I don’t know so many emotions what to do with them.In all seriousness I have enjoyed this class so much. I love the fact we are now our own little community. I have learnt so much and like I said its not still you stop and think. I can’t wait till the final result of the magazine.” Exert from my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look back I feel I have accomplished many things putting aside the emotional learning journey, I gained confidence by speaking up in groups and getting my ideas and thought out there. I also felt I had contributed to the class a lot by helping out and participating in game outcomes and producing the games. From ideas of the rules to the making of the cards. I also helped with producing outcome posters and I feel I had a big hand in the production of the magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think the most challenging thing would have to be the peer presentation at first because of the public speaking and having to put words to this whole roller coaster ride of a semester. But I think the most challenging thing was the journey itself. Trying to understand, trying to find outcomes even though I knew they were not needed. This semester has taught me many things such as the stuff listed above. What I enjoyed the very most was the dressing up in corporation gear and becoming a community. Doing something different and all the movies I saw that I may not have seen otherwise….hence stepping outside of my comfort zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-113016017380352520?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/113016017380352520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=113016017380352520' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/113016017380352520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/113016017380352520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-reflection-essay.html' title='MY REFLECTION ESSAY'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-113007812283341250</id><published>2005-10-24T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T07:35:22.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my paper lantern exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/paperlanternfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/paperlanternfinal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/trial%20and%20error.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/trial%20and%20error.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/paperlanterntop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/paperlanterntop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/paperlanternbase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/paperlanternbase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i finally got around to it....my paper lantern : ) was kinda fun actually ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-113007812283341250?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/113007812283341250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=113007812283341250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/113007812283341250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/113007812283341250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-paper-lantern-exercise.html' title='my paper lantern exercise'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112884555224256848</id><published>2005-10-09T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:12:32.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more week</title><content type='html'>Well fellow industrial design students we have one week left!!! wow we would have survived our first year at university. well i am tired and stressed and sick but hey...at the end of the day i think it was worth it. It was such a big deal for me to move here for uni, it meant leaving family, friends, and comfortableness behind in canberra and also leaving my boyfriend while he goes and explores the world for a year while he studies. I thought it was going to be so hard and i would never cope. well there were times where i just felt so depressed, deflated and lonley. when i had my car accident (not my fault i got rear ended) it just felt like the last straw. But i got thru it thanks to the help of everyone back home and everyone in my new home...melbourne. well thats my emotional blog for the day. its off to cook dinner and stay up late thru the night on homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112884555224256848?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112884555224256848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112884555224256848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112884555224256848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112884555224256848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-more-week.html' title='one more week'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112851666022784861</id><published>2005-10-05T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T05:51:00.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back</title><content type='html'>well this morning i was a nervous wreck freaking about school. But tonight i am a much calmer person. Learning CAD not due in till next week helped a lot and working my butt of in woodwork and getting in control once again helped oh and shopping with kelly and sofia most defintly helped. I ahve just got back from a farewell for work. Our visual merchandiser has been swapped to another store. really sad to see her go as we only have a little team and are all great friends. I know sum ppl hate socialising with ppl outside of work but i love it. seeing everyone just relax and be themselves + wen free alcohol involved the truth comes out. I find these outings really great for me as i have only lived in melbourne for about 8 months so my only connection to friends are uni and work and it is so different from home where I have friends everywhere rom all different things. So being able to do this with uni ppl or work ppl has been fantastic for me. Thats why it is sucj a pity we never got round to the bbq for studies cause its a great atmosphere when you take a community out of its origin. When a majority og us went to inck one day i loved that cause we just all relaxed and chatted like usual but just had a different feel. I think thats enough rabbiting on my behalf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112851666022784861?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112851666022784861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112851666022784861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112851666022784861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112851666022784861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/looking-back.html' title='looking back'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112846531628883838</id><published>2005-10-05T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T15:35:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack on fuel prices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/image0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/image0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/1600/shell211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2416/1307/200/shell211.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/14794803-112846531628883838?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112846531628883838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112846531628883838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112846531628883838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112846531628883838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/attack-on-fuel-prices.html' title='Attack on fuel prices...'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112843477995087930</id><published>2005-10-05T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:10:51.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSERT FUNNY TITLE HERE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I NEED&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112843477995087930?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112843477995087930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112843477995087930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112843477995087930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112843477995087930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/insert-funny-title-here.html' title='INSERT FUNNY TITLE HERE'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112843458811736085</id><published>2005-10-05T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T07:03:08.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaking</title><content type='html'>well its that time....wenthe more i think the more my head hurts the more i completly freak out...so much to do and such little times. thay are called deadlines for uni and they are flying all round my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;must get articles and photos up and running and emailed for the mag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUST finally work on lantern keeps being oushed back and back cause like tan said im scared of failing...do not know where to begin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lets not also forget the 10 minutes i have to back up that i have infact put effort in this semester for studio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yay essay is outta way but now gotta start working on exhibition piece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still have to finish the lamp and the fob and the snowglobe....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;then i have to get cracking onto my folio so joseph doesn't yelp "holy bananas" gotta love it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ahhh good old demandng soliworks.....i am screwed if i have to put it bluntly solidworks and myself are not exactly on speaking terms i just don't understand it and it's doing everything it can to keep it that way....ahh deary me blaming the software nice one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lucky last but not easy have to begin damien's drawing assignment!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112843458811736085?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112843458811736085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112843458811736085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112843458811736085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112843458811736085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/freaking.html' title='freaking'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840921894409001</id><published>2005-10-04T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:00:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>normal</title><content type='html'>Here is the normal quote i mentioned in a previous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Goodman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get a job that you need to get a so you can pay for the clothes, car and house you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840921894409001?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112841161762210487</id><published>2005-10-04T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:40:17.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one for today</title><content type='html'>Didn't realise how many I had done today...well here is one last one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And English professor wrote "woman without her man is nothing" on a blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men wrote "Woman, without her man, is nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women wrote "Woman! without her, man is nothing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112841161762210487?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112841145628472411</id><published>2005-10-04T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:37:36.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one more english poem</title><content type='html'>I take it you already know of tough and bought and cough and dough.&lt;br /&gt;Others may stumble but not you.&lt;br /&gt;On hiccough, though, slough, and through&lt;br /&gt;Wel done. And now you wish perhaps to learn of less familar traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware of heard, a dreadful word that looks like beard and sounds like bird.&lt;br /&gt;And dead- it is said like bed not bead.&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake don't call it deed.&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for meat and great and threat,&lt;br /&gt;they rhyme with suite, straight and and debt.&lt;br /&gt;A moth is not moth in mother, not both in bother nor broth in brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is not a match for there&lt;br /&gt;nor dear and fear for bear and pear.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's dose and nose and lose.&lt;br /&gt;Just look them up and goose and choose.&lt;br /&gt;And cork and work and card and ward.&lt;br /&gt;And font and front and work and sword.&lt;br /&gt;And to and go, then thrawt and cart.&lt;br /&gt;Come, come I have hardly made a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dreadful language? Why snakes alive!&lt;br /&gt;I learned to talk it when I was five&lt;br /&gt;And yet to write it the more I've tried,&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't learnt at 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112841145628472411?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112841145628472411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112841145628472411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841145628472411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841145628472411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-one-more-english-poem.html' title='Just one more english poem'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112841099024171854</id><published>2005-10-04T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:29:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick one:</title><content type='html'>You taught me english and  my profit is i learnt how to curse!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112841099024171854?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112841099024171854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112841099024171854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841099024171854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841099024171854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/quick-one.html' title='Quick one:'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112841093247078512</id><published>2005-10-04T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:28:52.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying</title><content type='html'>Some say blogs annoy them here are some other annoying things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who point at their wrist as they ask for the time...I know where my watch is buddy...where is yours?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people who are willing to get up to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people say "oh you just want to have your cake and eat it as well!" What good is a piece of cake if you cant eat it? What should I do eat someone elses piece?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people say it is always the last place you look! Really why would i keep looking for it after i have found it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people say while watching a movie...Did you see that?...No I paid&lt;br /&gt;$10 to come a see a theatre and stare at the ceiling up there. what did you come for?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who ask "can i ask you a question?".. didn'r rewally give me a choice there did ya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When something is new and improved. which is it? If its new then there is nothing before it. If its improved then there must have been something before it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a cop pull you over and then asks you if you knew how fast you were going. You should know you're the one who pulled me over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112841093247078512?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112841093247078512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112841093247078512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841093247078512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841093247078512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/annoying.html' title='annoying'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112841052771725894</id><published>2005-10-04T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:22:07.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles(i am sure you all know)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;if a rooster laid an egg directly on the tip of a barn roof with one end hanging over the west side and the other end hanging over the east side with a breeze blowing 15mph, which side will the egg roll down? The left or the right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A jet was flying into canada carrying 5 canadians and 5 americans. The jet crashed exaclty on the border so the front was in canada and the back was in america with the americans in the front of the plane and the canadians in the back of the plane. In this situation where would you bury the surviors america or canada?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One day Mr Robinson and his son mark were driving down the road one day when they had a crash. Mr Robinson died and Mark was taken to hospital. When they arrived the doctor said I cannot operate on this boy he is my son. How is this possible?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Missing $1: The thompson triplets were sitting around watching tv. The reception was so bad that they decided to throw it away and buy a new one. They checked their wallets and foundthey only had $10 each. So they took their $30 to a second hand store. They met a salesperson who told them they had a tv for $30. So they gave him the $30 and took their tv. However when the salesperson went back into the store he realised it was supposed to be $25. So he ran back outside and gave them their $5. So when he realised they had given $10 each he didn't want to confuse it so he gave them a $1 each and kept $2 for himself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So to recap: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$10 each=$30 total&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$1 each back and $2 for himself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;$10 - $1=$9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9x3=27&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;salesman has $2 which = $29 all up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where is the missing $1?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112841052771725894?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112841052771725894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112841052771725894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841052771725894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112841052771725894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/riddlesi-am-sure-you-all-know.html' title='Riddles(i am sure you all know)'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840989875473836</id><published>2005-10-04T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:23:01.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly things</title><content type='html'>he he something to think bout: something liek the age old question what came first? the chicken or the egg or is the glass half empty or half full?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose idea was it to put s in lisp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If quitters never win and winner never quit what fool came up with quit while you are ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is it naked or homeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it scary that doctors call what they do practice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If vegatable oil comes from vegatables where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is abbreviation such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do psyics have to ask your name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840989875473836?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840989875473836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840989875473836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840989875473836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840989875473836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/silly-things.html' title='silly things'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840971152549524</id><published>2005-10-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:08:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is so valuable</title><content type='html'>Wanted to put this in cause I love it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one year:&lt;br /&gt;ask a student who has failed a final exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one month:&lt;br /&gt;ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one week:&lt;br /&gt;Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one hour:&lt;br /&gt;ask the lovers who are waiting to meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one minute&lt;br /&gt;Ask the person who missed their plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of second:&lt;br /&gt;Ask a person who has survived an accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To realise the value of one millisecond:&lt;br /&gt;Ask someone who has wona silver medal ate the olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have. You will treasure it even more when you can share it with someone special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840971152549524?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840971152549524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840971152549524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840971152549524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840971152549524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-is-so-valuable.html' title='Time is so valuable'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840949688994686</id><published>2005-10-04T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T00:04:56.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought I would put this on now giving it stress time at uni:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A prayer for the stressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grant me the serinty to accept the things I cannot change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the courage to change the things I cannot accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to kill today becsue they pissed me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And also, help me be careful of the toes I step on today as they may be conected to the ass that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may have to kiss tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;help me always give 100% at work (or uni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12% on monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23% on tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;40% on wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20% on thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5% on fridays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and help me to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when i'm having a really bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it seems that people are trying to piss me off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that it takes 42 muscles to frown and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;only 4 to extend my middle finger and tell them to bite me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840949688994686?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840949688994686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840949688994686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840949688994686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840949688994686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840907164374367</id><published>2005-10-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:57:51.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English again</title><content type='html'>I found another good english one: PC ENGLISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye have a spelling chequer&lt;br /&gt;it came with my pc&lt;br /&gt;it plainly marques for my revue&lt;br /&gt;mistakes i cannot sea&lt;br /&gt;i've run this poem threw it&lt;br /&gt;eye am sure your plea's too no&lt;br /&gt;it's letter perfect in it's weigh&lt;br /&gt;my chequer tolled me sew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840907164374367?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840907164374367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840907164374367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840907164374367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840907164374367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/english-again.html' title='English again'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840893836348821</id><published>2005-10-04T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:55:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in America</title><content type='html'>Only in America..can a pizza get to your house faster then an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..are there handicap spaces infront of the icerink&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do people order double cheeseburger, large fries and a DIET coke (although may be diabetic reasons invovled)&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do banks lee safe doors open and then chain their pens to the counter&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do people leave their cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveways, and then put useless junk in the garage&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do people use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so they dont miss a call from someone they didn't want to talk to in the first place&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do they buy hot dogs in packs of ten and buns in packs of eight&lt;br /&gt;Only in America..do they use the word politics to describe the process so well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poli &lt;/strong&gt;meaning in latin&lt;strong&gt; many&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tics&lt;/strong&gt; meaning in latin &lt;strong&gt;bloodsucking creatues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in America.do they have drive up ATM machines with braille lettering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840893836348821?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840893836348821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840893836348821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840893836348821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840893836348821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/only-in-america.html' title='Only in America'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840847790566513</id><published>2005-10-04T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:47:57.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to pondor</title><content type='html'>Not sure who I was talking with the other day bout english being the hardest language to grasp for certain things..heres a great example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no egg in eggplant, no pine in pineapple and no ham in hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;English muffins were not invented in England, nor french fries in France.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet meats are candy, while sweet beads (which aren't sweet are meat.&lt;br /&gt;We take english for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand works slowly. Boxing rings are sqaure and guinea pigs are not from new guinea and also are not pigs.&lt;br /&gt;A writer writes, but fingers dont fing and hammers don't ham.&lt;br /&gt;If the plural for tooth is teeth shouldn't the plural of booth be beeth?&lt;br /&gt;If one goose is two geese why not one moose and two meese?&lt;br /&gt;Or one index, two indices then one kleenex two kleenices?&lt;br /&gt;How can a fat chance and a slim chance be the same while a wise man and a wise guy are opposaites?&lt;br /&gt;How can overlook and oversee be opposaite while quite a lot and quite a few are alike?&lt;br /&gt;You house can burn up as it burns down. while you fill in a form by filling it out. and your alarm goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;In what other language do people drive on parkways and park on driveways?&lt;br /&gt;Recite a play and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?&lt;br /&gt;Have nose that run and feet that smell!&lt;br /&gt;Boy English is crazy!&lt;div 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pondor'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840801443478079</id><published>2005-10-04T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:40:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless Inventions</title><content type='html'>Well being industrial designers and all i thought i would publish sum inspiring concepts....ahh the good old useless inventions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Non stick duct tape&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Solar powered torch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;black highlighter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;glow in the dark sunglasses (i have glow in the dark glasses which are just the frame...go figure)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inflatable anchor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smooth sand paper (they will love that one down at the woodwork shop)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waterproof sponge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waterproof teabags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AC adaptor for solar powered calculators&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fireproof matches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fireproof cigarettes (now thats better then a patch)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;battery powered battery charger (oh dear)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seatbelts for motobikes (can really see a hardcore bikey on a harley with tha one ha ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hand-powerd chainsaw &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;inflatable dartboard (doh)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;silent alarmclock (feels liek I already own one...well thats my excuse for when i am late ha ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pedal powered wheelchair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;braille drivers manual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;double sided playing cards (gee why didnt i think of that one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ejector seats for helicoptors (not sure if u will live to tell the tale)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div 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Inventions'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840745199448864</id><published>2005-10-04T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:30:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy blogs</title><content type='html'>Was flicking thru amy's cleo mag today taking in all the useless crappy articles and pictures deemed to make me feel shit bout myself and my life...anyway and came across a clipping about blogs. Someone out there has created a blog on behalf of Angelina Jolie's 4 year old child Maddox.....ahhh yes interesting concept....or not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840745199448864?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840745199448864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840745199448864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840745199448864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840745199448864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/crazy-blogs.html' title='Crazy blogs'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840732087806871</id><published>2005-10-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:28:40.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spam</title><content type='html'>I just need to get this of my chest......I hate spam if one more idiot puts on my blog nice job i love what you are doing hey today is our lucky day check this site out i will scream and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People put on the most stupid stuff like a dating agency....wat friggin use is that to industrial design studies or my life in general none wats so ever so thanks so bloody much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what make it worse I probably will now get more spam but hey I got it off my chest and into the open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840732087806871?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840732087806871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840732087806871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840732087806871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840732087806871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/spam.html' title='spam'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112840760948915426</id><published>2005-10-03T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:33:29.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bills</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days I just need to whinge (most of friends will argue I have that everyday) I am so sick of working like a dog and not being appreciated and have my time taken away from study so I can earn the money to pay the bills that seem to arrive one after the other. When I was a child I used to run and get the mail and my face would fall when there was nothing for me and my parents would say don't be jelous all we get is bills and one day it will happen to you...well my dear parents you again as usual are right all i get is bloody bills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112840760948915426?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112840760948915426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112840760948915426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840760948915426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112840760948915426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/10/bills.html' title='Bills'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112808513743331035</id><published>2005-09-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T05:58:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Well on the 19th i made a promise to blog everyday...clearly that hasnt happened but i have improved I think. Well the holidays are nearing their short lived end and it feels like I have barely done anything but work work work. I guess thats a problem with being a uni student ahving to work so you can pay for uni so u can attend and do the homework you dont have time to do in normal waking hours. ahhh this enlightning thought ha ha brings a little saying I found awhile ago...well its written down sumwhere and i will post it when I find it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112808513743331035?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112808513743331035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112808513743331035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112808513743331035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112808513743331035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112773635182401463</id><published>2005-09-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T05:05:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggin along</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...or lack of people who look at my blog ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just blogging along with not much to say :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112773635182401463?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112773635182401463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112773635182401463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112773635182401463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112773635182401463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloggin-along.html' title='Bloggin along'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728668141484467</id><published>2005-09-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:11:21.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving this</title><content type='html'>Wow i am kinda getting hooked on this whole blog thing. I cant stop its this awsome way to vent out all the stuff you want to say. It reminds me of the saying it never happened till you tell your friends. I don't know ha ha just getting loopy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728668141484467?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728668141484467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728668141484467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728668141484467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728668141484467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/loving-this.html' title='Loving this'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728646725690139</id><published>2005-09-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T00:07:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VOTING</title><content type='html'>Yesterday in Hayley's lecture the NO VSU guy came around and we all ignored him, made paper planes and I didnt think anything of it. I just thought it will resolve it itself I have better things to worry bout. Well boy do I regret feeling liking that, I felt so naive when I look back now and it was only yesterday. These guys are passionate, passionate for our sakes. This is our uni, our education, our student unions. Liam, Meg, Scott and Simone got stuck into us straight away. I felt so ashamed they had so many good points. I went straight to Laura Rostron today (shes my guru i ask her about everything I dont know...which is a hell of a lot i am learning) and she explained everything to me. So straight away I wend and voted. Even if I don't use all the union stuff its what makes uni and if that goes wel then rmit will just be school. I remember on open day walking thru the caf with my dad saying I cant wait to sit here with my new friends and be all uni like. I do do that and i will miss it if it goes. So guys not to harp but come on vote :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728646725690139?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728646725690139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728646725690139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728646725690139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728646725690139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/voting_112728646725690139.html' title='VOTING'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728573868580085</id><published>2005-09-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:55:38.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I have just been reading over everyones blogs. They make me upset i havent tried harder, then they make me now try harder i dont know so many emotions what to do with them.&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness I have enjoyed this class so much. I love the fact we are now our own little community.  I have learnt so much and like I said its not still you stop and think. I cant wait till the final result of the magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728573868580085?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728573868580085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728573868580085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728573868580085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728573868580085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728390581574325</id><published>2005-09-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:25:05.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection on learning</title><content type='html'>Yesterday hayley held her own lecture and a lot as I interpreted was about learning or lack of. I comepletly disagree. We are the ones to blame not the teachers and their no structure. In my previous course where I did a year of graphic design I had exaclty the same thoughts...I am not learning anything. It wasn't untill the end when I had to use this new knowledge outside of school was it that I realised I had taken so much away from the course. It is the same with all our classes. We need to stop and reflect over everything. These guys are teaching us how to question everything and learn to push ourselves as soumitri puts it, it is about the process and the journey not just the outcome of it all...well just my personal opinion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728390581574325?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728390581574325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728390581574325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728390581574325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728390581574325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/reflection-on-learning.html' title='Reflection on learning'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728363673431432</id><published>2005-09-21T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:20:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE ONE DAY</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched a doco with my uncle, at first I whinged at him to change the channel so I could just vedge out, but then I realised I should pay attention. Myabe it would have relevance to my life and have an impact on me. Guess wat...IT DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doco was about a man called jeremy and his search to create a day where the whole world would live in peace, even if it was for only one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today the 21st September for the past 5 years has been declared peace one day and there have been celebrations every year in almost every single country.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first attempt was the 11th September in guess what year yes exactly the year the world trade centres got bombed. They were seconds away from ringing the peace one day bell when they heard the news that changed everything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It took him several years before any press at all was interested in anything he was doing. only did they show interest was when he got celebrities involved...This is an awsome ventures by one man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As one member of the UN goverenment put it takes a lot more then just the governments to come to peace we need to get of our lazy bums and do soemthing bout it...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728363673431432?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728363673431432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728363673431432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728363673431432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728363673431432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/peace-one-day.html' title='PEACE ONE DAY'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728310863602500</id><published>2005-09-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:11:48.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing thoughts</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to put upm some of those comments I paid attention to and who knows mayeb someone will comment : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today we spoke about how scary corporations can be. The reason for this was the fact that we were discussing peoples essays and some of the stuff that came out of this was that surf may be a religion to some people but to outsiders it just seems like corporation heaven. Everything has to be sponsored and to be sponosred means corporation logos plastered everywhere...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another point was that the world has gone crazy and corporation driven...such as companies purchase and sell air space over third world countries and the fact that hydroponic tomoatoes are created so that their seeds can never be planted by a consumer. Is it just me or this just absurd???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728310863602500?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728310863602500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728310863602500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728310863602500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728310863602500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/passing-thoughts.html' title='Passing thoughts'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112728264558359139</id><published>2005-09-20T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T23:04:05.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>food for thought</title><content type='html'>Something scary happened today....as I was sitting in design studies listening to peoples views on numerous things I kept thinking I should remember that and put it on my blog. I know it is a very late start but hey maybe just maybe I can get into this blog thing...time will tell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112728264558359139?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112728264558359139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112728264558359139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728264558359139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112728264558359139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/food-for-thought.html' title='food for thought'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112711503927571478</id><published>2005-09-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:30:39.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magazine Statement</title><content type='html'>Magazine:&lt;br /&gt;1.        Opening: Blog quote (Soumitri) SOMEONE PLEASE PUT NAME DOWN FOR THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;2.        Summaries of Lectures: (Soumitri)   SOMEONE PLEASE PUT NAME DOWN FOR THIS!  &lt;br /&gt;·        Questioning Corporations&lt;br /&gt;·        Questioning Paper&lt;br /&gt;·        Spider Diagram&lt;br /&gt;·        Cinematography&lt;br /&gt;·        Creativity&lt;br /&gt;·        Competition&lt;br /&gt;·        The game&lt;br /&gt;·        Waste disposal project&lt;br /&gt;·        Cultural Capital&lt;br /&gt;·        What is design?&lt;br /&gt;Games x 4:                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;·        Game One: Nick&lt;br /&gt;·        Game Two: Kelly&lt;br /&gt;·        Game Three: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;·        Game Four: Nirmal and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;Game Outcomes:&lt;br /&gt;·        TSB: Ben&lt;br /&gt;·        Wok: Julian and Andrew&lt;br /&gt;·        Glove: Braden&lt;br /&gt;·        Light System: Alan&lt;br /&gt;·        Apron: Braden&lt;br /&gt;·        Chair: Sofia and Kelly&lt;br /&gt;·        Zappy: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;·        Crack Pack: Nick&lt;br /&gt;·        Scubas’ Video: Steve&lt;br /&gt;·        Scott’s’ fly trap: Raph and Julian&lt;br /&gt;·        Bean Bag, Yacht: Alan&lt;br /&gt;·        Sea Art, Crappy One: Nirmal&lt;br /&gt;·        Sea Art, Projector: Nick&lt;br /&gt;·        Sea Art, Musical: Hayley and Raph&lt;br /&gt;·        Sea Art, Giant Statue: Nirmal&lt;br /&gt;Cultural Capital:&lt;br /&gt;·        Motorola: Kelly and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;·        Fringe: Hayley and Raph&lt;br /&gt;·        Fashion Parade: Laura&lt;br /&gt;·        Bill Henson: Laura and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;·        Open Design Conference:&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Julian&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Nick&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Braden&lt;br /&gt;·        Films:&lt;br /&gt;City of God: Ben, Raph, Braden, Hayley&lt;br /&gt;Malcolm: Nick                   &lt;br /&gt;Amores Perros: Ben&lt;br /&gt;The Corporation: Hayley and Laura&lt;br /&gt;The Yes Men: Kelly and Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Ivan’s’ Childhood: Brandon and Anara         &lt;br /&gt;Nothing: Laura&lt;br /&gt;Old Boy: Raph and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;The Madonna: Julian&lt;br /&gt;The Praise of Love: Julian&lt;br /&gt;Môn sour Hulots Holiday: Julian&lt;br /&gt;Metropolis: Raph&lt;br /&gt;Surrealist Film: Whole Class&lt;br /&gt;Lamps: People can write about their personal lamps if they wish&lt;br /&gt;Power Point: Who ever made one&lt;br /&gt;Exhibition: Sarah&lt;br /&gt;Summary/ Re-designing the course: SOMEONE PLEASE PUT NAME DOWN FOR THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;Contributors: This will be photos of everyone in course, I will bring my camera in every day this week so please come to me to get profile shot- Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB:&lt;br /&gt;·        Book will also have random pieces from people’s blogs and links throughout.&lt;br /&gt;·        Book will be A4 landscape spiral bound with colour front cover and black and white inside&lt;br /&gt;·        HOMEWORK: To find sponsors and printing prices&lt;br /&gt;·        HOMEWORK: Design front cover, interior, post on blog so we can vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESSAGE: This msg is to all the people who were not in class on the 19th/9th from people who were: Please put your hand up for any extra work, Julian will be setting up a magazine blog and inviting us all into it. So this is where we can all contact each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it for now, cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112711503927571478?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112711503927571478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112711503927571478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112711503927571478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112711503927571478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/magazine-statement.html' title='Magazine Statement'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112708956950962959</id><published>2005-09-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:26:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dissapointment</title><content type='html'>well this blog has really fallen, fallen hard. I am the most angry I can get with myself.....and thats dissapointed in myself. I do the same thing each year I start of all energetic and enthused and make promises to myself abut how much i can and will do. Then it all starts and I start to prioritise things and keep saying I will do that tomorrow and never do...I guess thats what this blog turned into. I kept saying tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. I had a chat with soumitri about it last monday and promised him  and myself I would....but alas I did not i allowed myself to get caught up with other homework. But as of this monday I am going to put in a post everyday whether it be one or many. For now I have to finish getting ready to go to school but as soon as I get home I will do a post. I have this promise to myself now in writing and posted on the net so i BETTER do it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112708956950962959?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112708956950962959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112708956950962959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112708956950962959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112708956950962959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/09/dissapointment.html' title='dissapointment'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112228997127448762</id><published>2005-07-25T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:12:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about this..</title><content type='html'>soumitri posed the idea that the aim is not the final outcome but the journey there...I found some examples my ebglish teacher in year 8 gave us of people who didn't give up through their journey to get to where they wanted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walt Disneywas fired from a newspaper editor for lack of ideas. He also went bankrupt several times before disneyland.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jordon was cut from his high school basketball team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Albert Einstein didn't speak until the age of 4, and didn't read until the age of 7. He was described as mentally slow, unsociable and a adrift for ever in his foolish dreams. He was also expelled from school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leo Tolstoly who wrote 'war and peace' flunked high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Abraham Lincoln ran for public office 7 times and lost before he won.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beethoven was told he had no talent for music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John Lennon was labelled as "learning disabled"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beatles were turned down by Decca Recording Company and told "groups of guitars are on their way out" and don't forget none of the 4 Beatle members could read music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lucille Ball Studied actressing and was told to try another profession.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exodus author Leon Uris failed english 3 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marylin Monroe tried modelling and was told "learn to be a secretary or get married"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woody Allen flunked motion  picture production of N.Y.U and City College of New York.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;let me know what you think : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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this..'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112228844858896144</id><published>2005-07-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:07:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corporation Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecorporationgame.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thecorporationgame.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112228844858896144?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112228844858896144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112228844858896144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112228844858896144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112228844858896144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/07/corporation-game.html' title='The Corporation Game'/><author><name>Sare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18139721775018547732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14794803.post-112228817149741968</id><published>2005-07-25T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:14:28.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depiction</title><content type='html'>I called my blog depiction cause i couldn't think up any imagintive name so i just looked up words like corporation, design etc and came up with this word....casue i guess we are trying to depict the corporation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112228817149741968?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112228817149741968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>well this is my very first blog.........yay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14794803-112228814619690567?l=depiction14.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/feeds/112228814619690567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14794803&amp;postID=112228814619690567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112228814619690567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14794803/posts/default/112228814619690567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://depiction14.blogspot.com/2005/07/welcome.html' 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