<?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-8996977</id><updated>2011-12-14T14:52:03.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A Portal into Derek's mind!</title><subtitle type='html'>Derek's Podcast: tinapeteralbertnatalie.com


&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Free Website Counter" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=oughc&amp;s=miniscu" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-3572450618185797279</id><published>2007-02-05T12:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T13:04:03.598+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl XLI</title><content type='html'>These days so much is compressed into a year it's like 2006 was a different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never cared much for football with oblong shaped balls - I like soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known that Superbowl Ads are HUGE but I've only ever seen them on the internet. We've also had cable tv (&lt;a href="http://foxtel.tv/"&gt;Foxtel&lt;/a&gt;) for over a year but last year I there just wasn't as much hype here [in Australia] as there is this year.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's due to YouTube and .. well, YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday I decided to set &lt;a href="http://www.foxteliq.com.au/"&gt;IQ&lt;/a&gt; (our TiVo) to record &lt;a href="http://www.superbowl.com/"&gt;Superbowl XLI&lt;/a&gt;. You know, to watch the commercials that cost millions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I'd also watch it LIVE so I waited until Jackie was done watching Mysterious Ways and then I started fast forwarding through the already recorded first hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO Superbowl Ads!--- Foxtel/Australian promos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon a billion people are watching and only the US are getting the ads. You know that's why half of them watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;News Flash&lt;/span&gt; - Sam (from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://greysection.blogspot.com/"&gt;greysection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) just IM-ed me and said they weren't that great this year anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose thats a little bit of a relief. But still Foxtel should be so tight like that. Play the ads or people, like myself, will just go to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/superbowl"&gt;YouTube after the game&lt;/a&gt; and watch them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-3572450618185797279?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/3572450618185797279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=3572450618185797279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/3572450618185797279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/3572450618185797279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2007/02/superbowl-xli.html' title='Superbowl XLI'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111428295767316656</id><published>2005-04-24T05:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T06:21:29.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicaaaago (sh-kääääg, -kô-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We (mom, Jackie, and I) arrived in Chicago on Tuesday afternoon. We decided to catch the subway train from the airport seeing at it was only US$1.75/each (bargain!). On the way we saw a horific accident on the freeway (the train travels along the freeway) where an SUV had rolled on it's side and the front windscreen had been totally smashed, bent, and skewed. So many police &amp;amp; fire units there.&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes later we arrived at the station which we felt would be in about the centre of downtown. It was. But we had to walk our heavy suitcases up a whole bunch of stairs up to street level.&lt;br /&gt;We caught a cab and 5 minutes later we were at the &lt;a href="http://www.redroof.com/"&gt;Red Roof Inn&lt;/a&gt; (RRI). On the way we saw a T.G.I. Friday's so we dropped our luggage in our tiny hotel room and went on a 80 second walk to the resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening we went to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.secondcity.com/"&gt;Second City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (which is like a "Comedy Store") and we watched the funniest performance there!&lt;br /&gt;Later that night (12:00am) we were watching cable television in our room and I was about to go to sleep and mom went to the bathroom to get ready for bed and we heard a "ohh" and we thought mom just did one of her silly trips or something. But then she started to say "Guys... guys... I need some help." I didn't think too much of it. I just thought she needed a hand to get up.&lt;br /&gt;As I started to get out of bed she was saying "Guys call someone." and "Get a doctor guys. I'm bleeding." It was dark besides the light coming from the lamp above mom's bed. She had her hand against her head. I turned the lights in the room on. She pulled her hand away from her head. It had blood all over it.&lt;br /&gt;This is when I become concerned. Jackie was over near the telephone trying to figure out what to dial. "Is it zero for reception? Do you want me to call 911?.... Mom?" She kept saying. Jackie was pretty much freaking out. I was keeping my cool because someone has to. Mom told me to find the travel insurance. Jackie got a hold of reception and told them to get an ambulance. 30 seconds later we heard the sirens.&lt;br /&gt;Jackie got mom dressed, got mom's glasses/wallet/etc, whilst I got all the insurance info and changed from my PJ's to my street clothes.&lt;br /&gt;When the paramedics (firemen, the side of the ambulance read "Chicago Fire Department Paramedics) came up we tried to figure out what she hit her head on. Mom thought it was the luggage holder which was in a cove in the wall. I thought it was the corner of the wall because that's where her head was closest to and what could have done that kind of damage. No one really knows what she hit but we do know she did trip over her massive suitcase which was lying in the middle of the tiny entrance-way.&lt;br /&gt;They male paramedics bandaged mom's head and checked her blood-pressure (which we funnily enough were doing a few days before hand at Grandpa's house because CJ had a blood-pressure reader) etc. Then we took a 50 second ride to the hospital which was 2 blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;A nurse checked mom out at the waiting room, then she did all the paperwork. As she was doing that Jackie told me too look around and listen to what's happening at the front desk. A lady a bit older than mom had done exactly the same thing! She tripped over her suitcase and bleed from her head. After that we just had to wait. By now it was about 1:40am. At about 2:20am mom decided she didn't want to wait anymore because we found out there was a 2-hour wait. A security man highly suggested she wait but she didn't want to. He said to come back around 7am when it would be realllly quiet. So we caught a cab back to the RRI and mom requested a bigger room. We moved into the larger room which included a fridge and microwave and was two floors higher than the previous, smaller, room. We went to bed (time now being almost 3am).&lt;br /&gt;The hospital called mom around 6:30am and told her it was empty and it would be easy to see a doctor now. She needed staples in her head (similar to stitches), three of them. She walked to the hospital and back because it was so close. She was back at around 8am. We slept until about 11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't remember what we did between 11am-3pm. My memory is shocking! OH! I think we got some Dunkin Donuts. Not quite sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After 3pm just Jackie and I headed to the internet cafe which was a 60-second walk. We used some free 15min coupons which we got the previous day when we used the internet there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then Jackie and I went for a walk to the &lt;a href="http://www.thesearstower.com/index.html"&gt;Sears Tower&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;233 South Wacker, haha Wacker!, Drive&lt;/em&gt;). On the way there was a new &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/a&gt; (Mickey D's) which took up a whole block of land and is two storeys high with elevators and escalators to assist you to the upper level. Pretty cool. Same food though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After a munch we continued on our journey, blocks and blocks from the hotel. It was a very foggy day. I kept looking up to see where the tower was but we couldn't see it. We only had to ask one person to see if we were heading in the correct direction. We were. We finally came to it and looking up the top was covered by fog. At the entry they warned us that there was ZERO VISABILITY, but we didn't care. We wanted to experience the 103-floor height anyway. Once we got to the top all there was to see was white. Ta-da!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow... New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111428295767316656?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111428295767316656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111428295767316656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111428295767316656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111428295767316656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/chicaaaago-sh-kg-k.html' title='Chicaaaago (sh-kääääg, -kô-)'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111428309167101523</id><published>2005-04-24T05:02:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T05:04:51.670+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacking off</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last few days have been a bit hectic. So now that I can rest in quiet Greensboro, NC, I'll inform you of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111428309167101523?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111428309167101523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111428309167101523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111428309167101523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111428309167101523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/slacking-off.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Slacking off&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111362364593961617</id><published>2005-04-17T13:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T04:32:25.710+10:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Pekin!</title><content type='html'>My uncles came in to town on Friday and we went out to dinner with them and my grandparents. As I was driving to the resturant we were behind the other car because we didn't know how to get there. We were stopped at a traffic light and my Grandpa Sarge was in the rear seats of the car infront and he looked back at me driving so I waved. He gave me the middle finger. lol.. he's such a funny guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday it was Sarge's 80th birthday party (his actual birthday is in June). Many family and friends were invited. The cake had images from when Grandpa was very young and in the military imbeded in the icing. The taste of the cake was fair.&lt;br /&gt;After the party Michael, my uncle, had a bonfire at his giant shed not to far away from the party venue (the party room in a bar). Today we washed our clothes at Anne's house (we we're staying) because they were smelly from the fire smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished mowing Anne &amp; Ray's colossal lawn with their tractor mower! Lots of fun! I got some of it on video too. Those ride-on mowers have some power babby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Chicago in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111362364593961617?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111362364593961617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111362364593961617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111362364593961617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111362364593961617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-from-pekin.html' title='More from Pekin!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111336871036873127</id><published>2005-04-13T15:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T15:05:10.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>USA (Pekin, IL)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well Well.. We hired a compact car in LA and it was a Mazda 3. Boy it was nice; triptronic (sportsmode or whatever you want to call it) transmission, very powerful, cruise control, lots of room, etc etc. I got to drive it most of the time (Ie, from LA to Santa Barbara and back). Yeay to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now LA was wicked. So nice and clean. Although no one uses there indicators and along highways there practically isn't a speed limit because no one obeys the 65mile/hr limit which isn't posted very often anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So we flew to Chicago. It was warmer than LA and not as nice a welcome; bit more smog, etc. The car we hired was also a compact but it was a Chevy Cavalier, old but looks really cool on the outside, and boy did it bring us back to reality. So dodgy inside. It once had been smoked in. It has no guts (power/torque, whatever), cruise control but a really crap type, doesn't have the cool triptronic gizmo, and the brakes.. well start breaking ahead of time. OH, and the power steering is hardly powerful at all! Hmpf Hertz let me down this time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on.. DEREK! Boy I miss Sarah, Pierre and all you Australian folk. Mom drove half way from Chicago to Pekin, Illinos (Near Peoria) and I drove the other half (Ie. right to my Grandpa Sarge's driveway IN Pekin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Boy Grandpa Sarge just as cool and funny as I remember! He's got all these new seedlings sprouting in his breezeway area, most vegetables. We (Grandpa, Phyllis [Step Grandma], Mom, and Jackie) went out to lunch at a pizza place called Monicles (I think) which we always go to when we're here and Grandpa was telling us dirty jokes. haha! I've been doing a lot of videoing. Today I videoed a squirrel. Grandpa Sarge also has a TiVo. He's got the original playstation too. He's such a cool guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I woke up at 1:30pm (last time we were here in Sept. 2000 I slept until 5pm) and Grandpa said "Wow, I think you slept the whole clock around! Infact you did! I like that kinda guy." hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now its in the 50°F's outside (Ie, it's cold; 10°C+) and it's way warmer in the house we're in which is located about 20mins from Grandpa's house in Pekin. The area we're in is called.... wait for it.... Kickapoo. And we're on the border of Kickapoo State Park, so it's pretty spooky driving along the lonesome roads. I swear it's where "13 Ghosts" and/or "Gothika" was filmed. Lock the doors kids. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And as midnight just ticked over it's time for beddie-byes! The house we're in may as well be two houses stacked on top of each other. Downstairs, the quest's quarters (of half is more like it), has two bedrooms with king size beds, a massive lounge room with cable tv, a kitchen, and of course a bathroom. Upstairs is the same but bigger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, one last thing. I haven't seen a Krispy Kreme store yet. BUT, I am going to the very first Krispy Kreme store when we visit Winston-Salem, North Carolina in about a week or so. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Good night all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. If I can find time I'll put some nifty pictures on here :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111336871036873127?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111336871036873127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111336871036873127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111336871036873127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111336871036873127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/usa-pekin-il.html' title='USA (Pekin, IL)'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111302619791246079</id><published>2005-04-09T14:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:56:37.913+10:00</updated><title type='text'>USA (Santa Barbara 2)</title><content type='html'>Last night Jackie and I headed to bed at about 10:30pm but then there was the Cable TV right in front of us. After flicking through about 100 channels we watched "Wild Boyz" (A wildlife version of "Jackass" - We have it on Foxtel in Australia). Then after that was over at about midnight we decided it was time for sleep. But I was soo bored! I decided to message people in Australia as it was around dinner time there. Then Jackie and I started to attack each other (pulling hair etc etc) to get extra tired and collapse and sleep. It kinda worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 12:30pm. I set a cell phone 'wake up' reminder set for 8am but I turned my cell off before bed and they don't activate if the phone is off. Thus, the extra long sleep-in. I don't normally sleep-in that late in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. today we went to Montecito. It's a nice nice part of Santa Barbara. Lots of clothing stores for maturely aged women. Nice cars roaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! We're watching DirectTV (cable tv) and there was just and ad that went along the lines of: "Teenagers that eat with the family at dinner time are less likely to drink alcohol or take drugs." Jackie and I cracked up laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we've noticed with ads over here is that alot of celebrities are in them. One funny one is that cartoons like Marge Simpson, the wife from the Jetsons, and the wife from The Flinstones.. they all are on ads for Dove shampoo. With their hair looking way better than it does on their respective tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to what I was talking about. This evening we went to a resturant called "Cava", once again, in Montecito. Gail (mom's friend whom we're staying with in this niiice house) said that celebrities often come to this resturant. The food was great! Jackie and I drew with crayons on the brown paper table cover. Billy's Mercedes S-Class that we got there and back in is sooo nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly being distracted my "The Fresh Prince" which is on Cable. So I may as well go watch it. That's about all that's happened today anyway. Until tomorrow... or the next day. Cheerio my darlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111302619791246079?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111302619791246079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111302619791246079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111302619791246079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111302619791246079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/usa-santa-barbara-2.html' title='USA (Santa Barbara 2)'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-111302088963776693</id><published>2005-04-08T05:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:28:09.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'>USA (Santa Barbara)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey y'all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in the nicest house in the hills Santa Barbara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Facing the ocean and with a magnificent interior! I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;t took us about 1-2 hours to drive here from our friends Penthouse in L.A. It's currently 12:58pm here but my blog will say this was posted around 5:58am because it's set to Australian time. Almost time for Merrick &amp; Rosso. :( I haven't been able to find the frequency for KISS FM here yet, but I saw a billboard for Disney Radio so we listened to that for a bit. That's pretty much just the music that 2dayFM plays in Sydney. There's also JackFM which is a bit like MMM or JJJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a dog that lives at the house we're in and it's name is Jellybean. hehe. Anywho, I have to depart to the shops for now. I brought the incorrect Nokia charger with me because its an old one. So I'm going to go get one here. I haven't spent much money yet; just on food. Cheerio and until later on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take care Sydney. Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-111302088963776693?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/111302088963776693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=111302088963776693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111302088963776693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/111302088963776693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/04/usa-santa-barbara.html' title='USA (Santa Barbara)'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110982652278159572</id><published>2005-03-09T18:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:27:48.726+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For those interested in what's keeping me busy..</title><content type='html'>I currently attend &lt;a href="http://www.tafensw.com.au"&gt;TAFE&lt;/a&gt; at the Northern Beaches Campus in Brookvale. I am educated there on Tuesday evenings, Wednesdays, Thursdays (from 9am - 9pm, 12HOURS!), and Friday mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course I am taking is Digital Media Certificate IV (the highest cert. before a diploma) which is mainly computer based but also employs painting, drawing, sketching, and theory relating to design groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pretty hectic course but I have a slight advantage seeing as I did the Cert II over years 11 &amp; 12 in high school, and thus I know much of the software used etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's any questions you have about my TAFE course feel free to ask me on MSN (&lt;a href="mailto:djsteen@hotmail.com"&gt;djsteen@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;) and I'll update this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my first job in retail. Just think how rich I'd be right now if I started when all my other friends did when they were 14 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I work with the team at &lt;a href="http://www.sugarfix.com.au"&gt;SugarFix&lt;/a&gt; at Warringah Mall in Sydney. It's a candy store which sells international candy which and receive from importers! Very hyper-active work environment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work there when I don't have TAFE at the moment.. the only day I really have for socialising now is Saturday. But that's fine for me. I can just jam an incredible amount of entertainment into that 24 hours :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as before.. any qu's about my job.. MSN me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110982652278159572?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110982652278159572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110982652278159572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110982652278159572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110982652278159572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-those-interested-in-whats-keeping.html' title='For those interested in what&apos;s keeping me busy..'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110911367030155501</id><published>2005-02-23T10:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:07:04.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays with Bruce</title><content type='html'>Another thing which has been keeping me busy is going to church on Sunday evenings with Sarah and Paige. Right now you're probably thinking. Wow, I didn't know Derek Zoolander talks to God (&lt;a href="http://www.brucealmighty.com/"&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;/a&gt;). It's not like church you see in movies or whatever. I don't know why it's even called church cos we just listen to some funky music where I'm amazed at how tech the drummer guys are. They sing songs I haven't heard of, like Godly Moses ones, and there's the words but I don't sing because then everyone would stop and stare at me, although I'm used to that. Yeah, we clap our hands to the beat and it's funky. Then there's all these surfie guys whom talk about the environment and how they got into surfing etc. During their talk they'll say how we should tell everyone to come to church and tell everyone about God. But that's silly cos EVERYONE knows about God/Jesus. The whole story is pretty confusing but Sarah gave me the lowdown. I just know that if I talk to Bruce Almighty asking him for something to happen, it will. And that Jesus can walk on water and that Moses parted the Red Sea. That's a giddy story to me. Anywho, it keeps me from doing nothing on Sunday night and it isn't like they're forcing us to be there, it's fun. Some people take it past fun though and make it sound like you'll live a horrible life if you don't go on christian camps etc etc.. but anywho weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Come to churchio with us :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110911367030155501?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110911367030155501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110911367030155501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110911367030155501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110911367030155501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/02/sundays-with-bruce.html' title='Sundays with Bruce'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110826373282359706</id><published>2005-02-13T11:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T16:04:41.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>H-h-Okay</title><content type='html'>If you're going to read this please read it all, even if that means you read 1/2 and then come back to read the next 1/2 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind, if I even have one, is about to run loose. *Stares at the wall with a blank face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. okay. Yes, as I was saying.. anything I'm thinking or have been doing will probably be in this post. So if you want some good inspiration for the HSC or a short film or even something to do rather than sit on your ass, then here it comes (not 'cums', Blake) in random orders....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas holidays. The further away from New Years it got, the lazier I became. Occationally spending days on end inside the house. Sometimes getting so bored I would just sit at my computer for comfort. This was when I wasn't with Sarah or other friends like Chris L, Matt F, Paige, Tammy, Craig P, Craig T &amp; Shezz (the main people that get upto fun with me and understand how weird I am, kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since school ended for The Class of 2004 I've hardly seen any of my grade. Which isn't what I wanted. We plan these wild missions to capture on video during holidays, but when the holidays come we forget or don't have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also people like &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/bovich/"&gt;Candace&lt;/a&gt; whom work alllll the timmme. I mean they'd be rich enough to afford &lt;a href="http://www.vintagecorvettes.com/graphic3/1958bbfqtr.JPG"&gt;an $82,000 car&lt;/a&gt; but there's time needed for socialism tooooo. I wanna be rich darn-garnet.&lt;br /&gt;You see I've never, ever had a job like most other kiddies have. The legal, or whatever, age to begin working in Australia is 14yrs and 9months. Well it was when I was that age because everyone counts down to it. Just like counting down the days til our drivers licenses.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I HAVE been out there over the years occationally putting job applications &amp;amp; resumes into stores but, sadly, I have not received any replies.&lt;br /&gt;The second most recent job searching I've done was when I was just flipping through the Manly Daily (our local paper) and reading all the interesting articles until I came to the job classifieds which I proceeded to read. I came across a group interview for people whom could work during prime times (Thursday night - late night shopping, and the weekend) at &lt;a href="http://www.citybeachsurf.com.au"&gt;City Beach&lt;/a&gt; in about a week from that day. I decided 'Hey, I'm going to this!'&lt;br /&gt;At the interview there were about 40-50 people and I knew some of them. We were just told to stand up one at a time and state our name, cell phone number, and why we would want to work at a surf/skate store etc. I got a few laughs from the crowd which was a positive. :) I was called back for a trial. Yipppie! All signs led to I'd have this job. I did the trial and I cleaned up my section pretty damn good! After about 45mins into the trial I was asked to assist in rearranging all the caps into styles (flexifit &amp; trucker) and brands (surf &amp;amp; skate). The guy, Stacey, who told me to do this didn't tell me anything else besides the requirements I just wrote.&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck into it. After I while I got into a SLIGHT rut. There's brands: Independent, there's styles: trucker, and there's a model: (no idea. &lt;em&gt;How good am I for the job, hey!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't told anything about arranging models. I just put all the Trucker caps on one stand and the flexifits on the other stand, and a mix of both on the 3rd stand. I arranged them by brand and put all the models together on the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if I can explain; If there was model A and it came in green, blue, and black. I would try and fit all the colours on the same pole-thingo. This is if there weren't enough for a colour-per-pole layout. This was fine. I could handle this. But when there's only ONE model R in the WHOLE cap area it's rather difficult to just put one cap on a pole so I'd just add it to a pole of the same brand. 9pm (closing time) came along and I was about 15mins from having a completely perfect cap area. But I was told to stop and fix some pants on hangers. Which was really simple and I made them sooo neat! I don't think Stacey was impressed by the way I did the caps even though I did an amazing job with what I had.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my section had the girls bags in it. And how they're hung is the most stupid freaking design ever (and I'm not just complaining)! They have the same length poles as the caps and the poles are only slightly more spread apart than the caps. Thus, they are all squished up against each other and the poles should only hold about 4-5 bags maximum but on some poles there had to fit upto 10 bags! Which was impossible; I'd put one bag back on a pole and it would knock another bag down. I was beginning to think this place would need a major Derek-overhaul!&lt;br /&gt;This was a paid trial, so that's good. It's been over two weeks since the trial and therefore I should be paid (I'll look and see if I have soon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never called back or anything so I feared the worst - I didn't get the job. So I rang about 1 and a half weeks later to see what was going on and the person who answered said all the managers were busy and to call back later. But I couldn't call back later because I had my first day of Digital Media at TAFE (equivalent to university, but more hands on). To this day (7 days later) I haven't rung them again, but I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before TAFE one day last week I walked around Warringah Mall (which is next to TAFE) and she wanted to get a job at a place called &lt;a href="http://www.sugarfix.com.au"&gt;SugarFix&lt;/a&gt; which is a candy store which sells candy from all over the world. The Canadian manager said he needed someone for Thursday evenings (late night shopping) and weekends. Which is the only time I really want to work anyways, so I pondered about this job. Tammy has another job on weekends so she couldn't do it. I went in after TAFE another day and gave the manager my resume and we were going to book an interview in then and there but I didn't have my TAFE timetable with me so I didn't know when I was free because I have 20HOURS of TAFE a week, which I wasn't expecting when I enrolled for the Certificate IV course. I said to the manager that I would contact him over the weekend with a time. When I talked to him I made him laugh so this was a good thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;My radio show&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.radionorthernbeaches.org/default.php"&gt;Radio Northern Beaches&lt;/a&gt; has been going ace! I don't stuff up anymore or leaving the mic on, lol. The only thing that hasn't been going as planned is listener feedback. I read out my e-mail and my website on every program but I haven't received any e-mails :( I suppose it's because, apparently, only the older people of the northern beaches listen to the station. OR it could be because the frequency can't be received at places like Frenches Forest &amp; Belrose which are 1km from the station. But the reason for this is because they use low power transmitters which are located at each end of the Northern Beaches (Palm Beach &amp;amp; North Head - Manly), therefore in the middle the range gets very narrow and it doesn't reach the 15kms inland to the area where the actual station is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was two days in a row last week were I went and saw Candace working at the Fruit Shop at Forest Way. It's funny, because we don't catch up much on the internet seeing as she's working alll the time! Candace, you've also been a little behind on the humourous and intriguing e-mails. :( -- I know I know, so have I.. I don't think I've written one since last year. But I have this blog now which has pretty much replaced my fun e-mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which has made Sydney more boring is people going to uni; more specifically, people going to uni in faarrr away places like ENGLAND, WOLLONGONG, LISMORE, BATHURST, QUEENSLAND, DUBBO, CHINA. I might have made up those last two.. But I mean I'm doing TAFE 20mins from where I live and I'm getting higher Certificates than some. Mainly because I did TAFE in the last two years of school aswell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Hayley. She's gone to learn how to make rotary engines in Sweden or something. Wait, maybe she's going to school there through a company called Rotary. Anywho, it can be boring with people like her. But weirdo's like myself can seem to manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person who has been as much fun as all my friends mashed into a sugar cube is &lt;strong&gt;Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;. She's one of the most amazing person I've ever met. Lets see who I've met; Mickey Mouse, Cameron Diaz - drunk, Donald Duck, Evermore, Pluto, The Gladiators, Sophie Faulkner, Bec Cartwright.. the list goes on. I'd say &lt;u&gt;Sarah's the most amazing person I've ever met&lt;/u&gt;. The weirdness of us combined is enough to send people running for a taxi. She's so funny, so clever, so sexy, so funny, and so fun to be with, and so &lt;strong&gt;loveable&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know what I'd do without her! She's one of the first people who understands my weirdness because she's weird too. Most people think I'm a freak when I do psycho and rarely tend to join in. Whereas Sarah's always joined in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110826373282359706?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110826373282359706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110826373282359706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110826373282359706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110826373282359706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/02/h-h-okay.html' title='H-h-Okay'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110595062471270330</id><published>2005-01-17T19:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T19:30:24.713+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DJSteen on RNB [90.3/88.7FM]</title><content type='html'>If you haven't been listening to my radio show or can't pick it up in your area, well it's been going heaps good! Hehe.. I received my first request last week and I have a website for my currently nameless program. You can check it out &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that website you can find out all types of things about the show including ways you can request songs/shout-outs and the playlists of songs I play each week and even ways to become a guest on my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just want to listen all you have to do is live on the Sydney Northern Beaches (Frenchs Forest, Belrose sadly can't receive it) and have an FM tuner and tune it to 90.3FM or 88.7FM. You can hear me going live and crazily on Fridays from 2:30pm - 3:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of other info is on my &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteenradio"&gt;radio site&lt;/a&gt; so just go there and check it out baby! Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110595062471270330?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110595062471270330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110595062471270330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110595062471270330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110595062471270330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/01/djsteen-on-rnb-903887fm.html' title='DJSteen on RNB [90.3/88.7FM]'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110593769822281400</id><published>2005-01-17T15:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:56:21.776+11:00</updated><title type='text'>More Holiday fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17 Days into Janurary Twenty-O-Five and it's been pretty damn fun so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On the 7th..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I finally got to use the letter that I won from Nova entitling me to a dinner to the value of $200 at the Dome Resturant at the Art Hotel on Pitt Street in the City. I took Sarah along. The menu was STRICTLY what was on the single page. Let me say I got two chocolate tarts (cake) for myself for dessert because they were so good and we/I didn't worry about them costing $13/each. Ahh we experienced luxury!!.. and the bathrooms.. wow, very flashy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onwards, we continued to Bass Hill to see Anchorman for the millionth time at the Drive-in. I looked it up on the map because it was relitively unfamiliar territory. I took the Great Western Highway which took soooo long to get there. We turned up about 20mins late, but the movie hadn't started yet and the guy said he'd let us in just this time. Lucky. Afterwards I went home the quicker way.. The Hume Highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The 15th..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Just the other day I went &lt;strong&gt;into&lt;/strong&gt; the Manly clubs for the first time since being 18. Chris Lamb was planning to take me there on a quiet night like a Tues or Wed, but he said everyone was going out on that Saturday (the 15th) and I didn't mind, so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.forestvillersl.com.au/"&gt;Forestville RSL&lt;/a&gt; first and Lamb, Matt F, Craig P began to drink; I don't drink, Anita was Designated Driver. Then Anita drove us down to Manly where we meet Nathan and Sheridan (Sheridan drove). We went into '&lt;a href="http://www.steynehotel.com.au/"&gt;The Steyne&lt;/a&gt;' which I once thought was like a certain stretch of clubs in Manly, but it was an actual club/bar. And quite a masssive one at that. It wasn't as roudy as I expected it to be on a Saturday night. I kinda expected it to be like NYE, but it was nowhere near that, which was good. I was in the club from about 11pm-12:20am and then Lamby asked if anyone wanted to go get a pizza from the shop on the corso; I went with him. By then there was a big line to get up to the bar upstairs so we had no chance getting back in then. We just chilled outside and decorated Shezz's motorcycle dented car. Not his fault, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our friends came out of the club at about 1:30am-ish we decided to head towards home. I went with Shezz, along with Chris and Nathan. We dropped Lamb home and then decided to do something else. We went and washed Sheridan's car at a service station with the window washer squeegee things. That was funny. Then we drove around alot more and then we decided to go to a 24hr &lt;a href="http://mcdonalds.com.au"&gt;Mickey D's&lt;/a&gt;. We got there at about 3:15am and had to wait 15mins for the breakfast menu to become avaliable. I got some hotcakes and #brown. The Hotcakes suck compared to &lt;a href="http://www.pancakesontherocks.com.au/"&gt;POTR&lt;/a&gt;'s pancakes. We headed towards home again and drove around there for a while but then we decided we were super-nuts and wanted to watch the sunrise so we drove to the lookout at Beacon Hill and waited about an hour for it to rise. We then drove home at 6:15am and I slept until 2:30pm. Whoa.. crazy Manly night.. I don't think I'll do that for a looonnng while, well at least not club AND sunrise. I still feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110593769822281400?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110593769822281400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110593769822281400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110593769822281400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110593769822281400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/01/more-holiday-fun.html' title='More Holiday fun!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110457509684791840</id><published>2005-01-01T21:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:06:28.870+11:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Twenty-O-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm SOOoOoo buggered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are pretty much paralysed from walking! Although my fingers are fine, and thus I will probably type out the whole night.. even though I sooOoo couldn't be bothered right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris Fish picked me up at about 5:50pm and we headed to Paiges house in his car, which he likes to call a shoebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet up with our girlies at Paige's and that was when the our adventure turned sour. (OMG, I could not be bothered to explain but I will.) I'll explain this first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The original plan:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chris was to drive us in his "shoebox" to Manly and find a parking spot. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running through my head was: You'll find a park but no closer than 1km away.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;This meant Chris could not drink any alcohol for the night, but he didn't care. We'd walk to Manly to meet up with other friends and then dance around etc and wait for the fireworks on the beach.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The new plan &lt;em&gt;(thought up less than an hour before we met the girls)&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would all catch a bus to Manly and meet up with everyone and wait for the fireworks. We would catch a bus because Chris finally blurted out that he'd promise his mom he wouldn't drive to Manly. Therefore Chris was able to purchase alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happened next:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige got slightly angry because we'd already had a good plan, this made Paige's mom rather annoyed aswell. Sarah was getting in on the arguement saying to Chris that he shouldn't have done this. As for myself, I was walking on my toes on this colourful square carpet listening in to the conversation; I was just going to have a stress-free night. So we finally decided on the '&lt;u&gt;new plan&lt;/u&gt;' (look above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove just up the road to Tex Mex and ate dinner. We then drove back to Paige's and left Chris' car there and then walked just up the road to Pittwater Place to get some confectionary for the night. Chris got some alcohol. We got a bus which was PACKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Narrabeen we decided to change buses because quite a few people on the bus were doing that. &lt;em&gt;We were on a Wynyard bound bus, so we would have needed to change to a Manly bus sometime anyways.&lt;/em&gt; An empty Manly bus came around the cornera few minutes later. SCORE! We got a seat on this bus! I was thinking in my mind that I would see my good old friend, Rhys, because the bus went through his suburb. And sure enough he was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Manly stop heaps of people, including us, got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the Corso to find friends. I saw SOoOo many friends, from Davo and from the Basin in 2002 and sooo many other people I hadn't seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We danced off and on outside at the outdoor dance club type thing. Saw friends, couldn't find the girls for a while, saw more friends, danced a bit more. Then Sarah and I lost Paige and Chris but we, nonetheless, went to go find a good spot on the beach to view the fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some pretty gravvvy photos which I'm about to load on the computer. (I'll put some on here and on my website asap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was good compared to what I expected. We didn't have to wait that long til the fireworks because we got to Manly at about 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good night. The buses back were reletively quiet, execpt for C. Fishy throwing a bit of a tantrum. I like the kid. He was a bit silly changing plans at the last minute, but everything turned out fine so I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home at about 1:30am-2:00am and went and chatted to Paigey's parents, finally went to bed/sleep at about 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the crazy hour of 9am and Chris had apparently been awake for a few hours already. The girls woke up around the 9:30am mark too. We watched some television, ate breakfast, lounged about. Chris left somewhere around 11am-noon. I just continued to lounge about with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and I went out in the sun and lay on the beach for about an hour. &lt;em&gt;(Paige's home backs onto Mona Vale beach)&lt;/em&gt; Next, we walked to the shops.. but silly us.. NOTHING was open. So we resorted to the BP Service Station. Got some yummy junk food and walked back home to chow. We watched some more tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah went home at about 4:45pm and I vacated Paigey's at about 5:20pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All a super duper adventure! Any questions, ask me. Omg.. that took me a while to write! Time for beeeed! (Photos below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW1-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt; &lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW4-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt; &lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW2-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW5-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt; &lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW3-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt; &lt;img height="384" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/ManlyNYE04FW6-XXLLLL.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110457509684791840?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110457509684791840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110457509684791840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110457509684791840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110457509684791840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2005/01/first-day-of-twenty-o-five.html' title='First day of Twenty-O-Five'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110444457739493148</id><published>2004-12-31T08:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T09:12:09.783+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Tonight there's going to be lots of partying!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly here's a good tip from &lt;a href="http://www.channelv.com.au/page.asp?partid=163#defaultAnchor"&gt;Andrew G's "G Blog"&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch your drink. drink spikers are the scum of the earth, but they'll still do it. If you left it, don't drink it. Buy bottles, finish that beverage before hitting the dancefloor/toilet/balcony. Feeling woozy? Find Security - FAST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Manly with Sarah, Chris, and Paigey! I haven't been to Manly for a New Years before. It has alot to live upto seeing as I went to &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen/Xmasgifts.html"&gt;Milsons Point last year&lt;/a&gt; and that was giddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll be great though beacause I'm with Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen to &lt;a href="http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/12/djsteen-on-radio-northern-beaches.html"&gt;my radio show&lt;/a&gt; today there will be lots of information about &lt;a href="http://www.cityofsydney.nsw.gov.au/nye/VantagePoints/"&gt;where to see the fireworks&lt;/a&gt; etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also vamping up &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen"&gt;my website&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;b&gt;slowly&lt;/b&gt;. I'm going to try and start using DreamWeaver and Flash MX. I just need some aid with them. MikeC should be able to help me with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great new years eve tonight everyone. I'm sure I'll see most of you in Manly on the turn over to 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110444457739493148?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110444457739493148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110444457739493148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110444457739493148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110444457739493148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/12/last-day-of-2004.html' title='Last Day of 2004'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110307799939069096</id><published>2004-12-15T13:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T09:11:50.346+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DJSteen on Radio Northern Beaches [90.3/88.7FM]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, it's been a while since I've posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time to plug my radio show ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm &lt;b&gt;ON AIR&lt;/b&gt; on Friday's from 1430hrs - 1600hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guests are a-plenty on my show. You can e-mail/txt/call me anytime if you'd like to be on my show or if you'd like me to play a certain song. You'll find more information about my show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen/radio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can hear my show along the Sydney Northern Beaches Coastline on either 90.3FM or 88.7FM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you enjoy listening. Take care now, bye bye then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110307799939069096?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110307799939069096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110307799939069096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110307799939069096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110307799939069096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/12/djsteen-on-radio-northern-beaches.html' title='DJSteen on Radio Northern Beaches [90.3/88.7FM]'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110116592202447600</id><published>2004-11-24T14:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:53:26.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Davidson High Grade 12 Formal 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Now I'm going to be honest. This will be long. Honestly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning - the day of the formal - I woke up, woke up, and drove my mom to &lt;a href="http://www.sydneymate.com/travel_sydney_australia/suburbs/BondiJunction/Bondi_Junction.htm"&gt;Bondi Junction&lt;/a&gt; for a voice over she was doing at &lt;a href="http://www.triplem.com.au"&gt;Triple M&lt;/a&gt;. During the drive I got calls from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Warringah Mall&lt;/a&gt;. (That's the store I finally chose to get my formal suit/outfit from.) They rang to say that the suit may not be in until 4pm. I need it BEFORE then!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday 9th November 2004 (just over 1 week before the formal):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang about 15 stores looking for a chocolate brown suit with pinstripes (I'd already been into so many stores I got sick of walking around, thus why I'm using the telephone). Finally I rang the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; store at Pitt Street Mall. They said they had the suit, AND in my size! I told them to courier it to the &lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;Roger David&lt;/a&gt; Store at the Mall. They said yeay, I said yeay, everything was yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th/14th November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that weekend I went to the Mall, to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and looked at a larger size of the suit. I also asked whether the one I'd ordered was in it. It wasn't. But it would be in on Tuesday at the latest. Nice I said. I picked a tie and shirt and mom layby-ed the whole outfit (in the correct sizes, which remember were still not at that store yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was shoes. I wanted something interesting. Like something Ron Burgundy wears in "&lt;a href="http://www.anchorman-themovie.com/"&gt;Anchorman&lt;/a&gt;". I thought it will take ages to find something like that for cheap. We walked past a &lt;a href="http://generalpants.com.au/"&gt;General Pants&lt;/a&gt; store and told mom how I wanted to get two different coloured &lt;a href="http://www1.converse.net.au/products_footwear.asp?catID=1"&gt;Converse "Chucks"&lt;/a&gt; one day. Then I saw the &lt;a href="http://www1.converse.net.au/upload/prod_footwear_328_large.jpg"&gt;chocolate brown pair of Chucks&lt;/a&gt;. My mind said "unusual shoes for a formal", I said "Giddy up". Great, they didn't have my size. I ordered some in. They'd be in on Thurs (18th Nov - cutting it close!) at the latest. I gulped and hoped for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 16th November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Mall&lt;/a&gt; (by this point we knew the staff there really well) and the suit had not arrived yet. Then I rung &lt;a href="http://generalpants.com.au/"&gt;General Pants&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Mall&lt;/a&gt;. The shoes were not in yet. Although I wasn't as upset about this, yet, because they would have ordered them on Monday (15th Nov).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday 17th November: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same as Tuesday, same status.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday 18th November (the day of the Graduation and FORMAL):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I was saying. I took mom to &lt;a href="http://www.sydneymate.com/travel_sydney_australia/suburbs/BondiJunction/Bondi_Junction.htm"&gt;Bondi Junction&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.triplem.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to record her radio commercial on Thursday morning. We were a bit early so we waited in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrock.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MMM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; reception for a bit. We continually kept getting calls on my cell phone from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. They were saying that the suit still wouldn't be in until the mid/late afternoon and if we wanted we could get it from another store such as Eastgardens. Mom went nuts. She spoke to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Roger David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; girl and said she didn't want to goto Eastgardens, she wanted it at the &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Warringah Mall&lt;/a&gt; Store. They said they were seeing what they could do etc etc, but the couriers were running slow etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for mom to go do her voice over. I manned the phones (mom's cell and mine). I was listening to the radio (&lt;a href="http://www.triplem.com.au"&gt;MMM&lt;/a&gt;) in the reception because it was on. lol. "&lt;a href="http://www.mrock.com.au/shows/mick/index.php"&gt;Tough Love&lt;/a&gt;" had just begun (it was around 10:10am). Mick Malloy was asking for people to ring about having 'Zero Tolerance' for something. I pondered for a bit. Almost rung, and then pondered some more. Then I finally rung on mom's phone :p . A lady picked up and asked me what I had zero tolerance for and told me to turn down the radio and then told me to hold. I asked the lady behind the MMM reception desk if she could turn down the radio because I'd rung the radio station blah blah. She didn't turn it down much so I curled up on the couch and cupped my hand around the bottom of the phone so that only my voice could be heard but I didn't think that would work too well. So I went down the elevator (I was on the 25th floor). I went to the ground level and about a minute later I was on air saying how I had zero tolerance for bloody courier deliverers. I told them a short version of the story I told above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mick Malloy (DJ) said: &lt;em&gt;"Well if you don't get it by this aftenroon you can go to your formal in your underwear and just tell everyone not to worry cause it will be here sometime tonight."&lt;/em&gt; I told him that my mom went nuts on the phone at the people.&lt;br /&gt;Mick: &lt;em&gt;"Hold on, you're in grade 12 and you're still letting your mom run your life?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Nah nah. She's just my negociator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: &lt;em&gt;ahh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Butler (other DJ): &lt;em&gt;"So she drives a hard bargain hey."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"hah yeah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: &lt;em&gt;"Mate you sound like the kind of guy who doesn't have a date."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;"Course I do. I'm actually coordinating my outfit with my date's outfit. As I said I'm getting a chocolate brown suit, well my date has chocolate brown hair. Her dress is an aqua green colour, and I'm dying my hair that colour to match."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn: &lt;em&gt;"Wow, that's a really nice idea."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mick: &lt;em&gt;"Well good luck tonight mate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that I went back up the elevator to the MMM reception and sat there for about 5-10mins and mom was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMM is in &lt;a href="http://www.sydneymate.com/travel_sydney_australia/suburbs/BondiJunction/Bondi_Junction.htm"&gt;Bondi Junction&lt;/a&gt;. Eastgardens is about 20mins drive away. As if I felt like driving even further from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept in contact with Roger David (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) at &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Warringah Mall&lt;/a&gt; and FINALLY they said they could get a private car (just some random I suppose) to take the suit from Eastgardens to the Mall store. Arrival time quoted about 2hrs from now (It was about 11:38am). &lt;em&gt;Now remember the suit from Pitt Street Roger David was with the courier company so there, apparently, wasn't anyway to get it from them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was those 'Chucks'. We gave up on the General Pants (&lt;a href="http://generalpants.com.au/"&gt;GP&lt;/a&gt;) store at the Mall. We found a &lt;a href="http://generalpants.com.au/"&gt;GP&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.westfield.com/bondijunction/"&gt;Bondi Junction Westfield&lt;/a&gt; and asked them if they had any. They didn't. Although GP at Bondi Beach did. I put them on hold. We went back to the car. Zoomed to Bondi Beach. Got the Chucks. Home James!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home. I continued to finish invites for my 18th Birthday party (it takes me &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; long to design anything). 1:15pm came along and I decided to leave bound for the Mall. Mom had to stay home and run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nsactors.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NS Actors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove around the parking lot a few times. I got a little impatient and gave up. I drove through the parking lot to a different one. One which Chris L had parked in the other day which I didn't know existed. It was close to a Myer. I walked down some stairs in Myer and through the clothing department and out into the &lt;a href="http://www.warringahmall.com.au/"&gt;Mall&lt;/a&gt;. At this point I was on level 1 so I had to get an escalator down to the ground level where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; was. A metre from stepping on the escalator I got a call... from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. They said the suit was in. "Nice" I thought. From the escalator I would look left and saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; only a car length away from me. I was rather.. ironic(?). Alas I did not turn left at the bottom of the escalator, I ran straight ahead. Went to Priceline looking for hair peroxide/bleach and Blue Fudge (permanent hair colour).. make that "Blue Hawaii". Priceline didn't have any Fudge so they told me to go to Price Attack around the corner. I ran there, almost colliding with a few people. Got the stuff and zoomed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it all there. They asked me to try it on (which I never thought of) just to see if everything would fit correctly. - Shirt: Small, Jacket: 38", Pant: 30" - It did, except for the pants. They were a bit tight, and they weren't even around my hips. Then there was a lot of "hmm-ing". I'm probably going to grow some more so I really wanted to get the 32" pants. They said they said they couldn't switch around the pants on a complete suit. - They = the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Staff - They did say they could get the 30" pants "taken out" at a tailor somewhere around the Mall. They called one. It wouldn't be able to be done for about an hour. We went to one only 4 shops from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; store. That tailor couldn't do it quickly either. More "hmms" back in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; store. They finally said: "Okay we'll do it... we'll switch the pants." I said things like "Thanks so much", "Sweet", "Nice, thanks". I rang my mom from my cell (my bill is going to be soo high!) so that she could speak to the lovely RD girl to do a credit card transaction. Everything was done. Great. Nice. NEATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back up the escalator, through Myer, up the stairs and to the car. I chucked all the items in the back seat and just as I opened the driver-side door to get in I got a call (I didn't have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rogerdavid.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s number in my phone but it wasn't a private number so I recognised it and greeted with a nice "hey". They told me I left my tie. Gee Wizz! I ran back through Myer.. blah blah. Scooted home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick shower and relax time. Dad hemmed the pants because they were a few inches too long in the length. lol. We didn't have long before the graduation started (we had to wear our formal attire to our graduation) so dad just duck-taped the pants lol.. nice dad ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh. (I hate the word "meh"!) It was so hot in the MPC (Multi-purpose centre) aka gym. [The school spent its money on a new mic and speaker system rather than putting come cheap ventilation in or fixing the bloody acoustics (it's a brick box)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it was hot. We had to listen to "Musical Act" after musical act! And the principal blab on. And millions of claps. And more music. Award after award. Did I mention we were all wearing suits/formal attire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that ended we zooomed home to dye my hair. That's right. I didn't catch the bus (a rant I'm sure will be mentioned soon). Jackie (my sister) did some bleaching. I let that do its magic while I finished my invitations. Then washed it off in the shower. It was orangey-yellow, mainly because it was still wet. I dried and it was more yellow. Mom put the Fugde in. I let that do its work while I printed the invites. I washed it and it turned out exactly as planned! AQUA-GREEN :D - It matches Emma's dress. Noice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Formal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to the formal at about 8:10pm - It apparently started at 7:30pm - and nothing much was going on. Yeeww.. (cos I feared I'd be a tad late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around taking photos. The view of the city from the Balcony was amazing! We couldn't see any animals though :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner came. Yuk. As usual. Chicken (one tiny piece). I LOVE chicken! Execpt it was stuffed... with some foreign substance. Thank you god, for bread rolls. :) I wasn't the only one who didn't like the chicken. Scott L, on my right, pushed his over to Kristian. After dinner I just went around taking more photos. Luke R's birthday was on the 19th Nov so there was a Krispy Kreme Doughnut pyramid there to celebrate his 18th year alive. Yum KKDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert arrived without many knowing. People were either on the dance floor - shitty DJ - or outside on the balcony. I tried a bit of the dessert - meringue smothered in passionfruit sauce with fruit around - I didn't like it. I left it for the waiter to take back and went to dance. Wow. If no one has ever seen Blake dance.. you HAVE to! He's a great dancer. Style. Rhythm. Beat. I don't have a clue how to dance, without hurting myself - I got a very sore neck from head-bangning on Home &amp; Away (Australian teenage drama, yes I'm an actor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic time, hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no official after-party - yes, it was a pretty low entertainment formal. No where near as good as our grade 10 formal! - Although lots of people went all seperate ways to see if they could find a place to just drink themselves silly. The bus dropped everyone back at Davidson High at about midnight, after the formal. About 10-15 people stayed at the school. That was funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last rant:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our year 10 formal me and 3 others (I organised it) got the nicest car to rock up in - A 1960s Red Mustang Convertible - It was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; good because the venue had a driveway where everyone would see your car. I tried to organise a big, stretch limo for our year 12 formal but everyone wanted to go on the bus. It's our year 12 formal! The last one!! How can anyone go in a bus.....&lt;br /&gt;Later I heard that a group got the limousine I was going to get and they said it sucked because they didn't get the complimentary champagne (which was stated on the website), nor did the driver turn the funky neon lights on. I guess I'm kind of glad I didn't get that limousine then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that long enough? Next post: My 18th Birthday Party &lt;em&gt;(coming soon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photos from the formal below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/DerekNEmmaB-Formal2004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Matching ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/NathanNCraigP-Formal2004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Rock on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/DerekEatingKKD-Formal2004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was the first one to chow into the KKDs :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The View &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/CityView-Formal2004.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/DerekNAlexG-Formal2004.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Me and Alex G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/LauraBNDavidT-Formal2004.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Laura B and Dave T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/DerekNHayley-Formal2004.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;DeRaKo &amp;amp; The &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/prohmqueen"&gt;ProhmQueen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2004-11/891679/Blake-dancing-Formal2004.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Get into it &lt;a href="http://blakesmegasite.blogspot.com"&gt;Blakey&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110116592202447600?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110116592202447600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110116592202447600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110116592202447600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110116592202447600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/davidson-high-grade-12-formal-2004.html' title='Davidson High Grade 12 Formal 2004'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110065468558055496</id><published>2004-11-17T12:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:48:24.903+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Derek's 18th Birthday Party with added jumping castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want to contribute to the &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=music"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt; that will be played at my birthday party go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/dksbirthdayforum/birthdayplaylist.msnw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; and check out the playlist. If a song you want played isn't on there then e-mail me the song(s) or add a comment to this post and sign it with your name (&lt;em&gt;anonymous comments may be discarded&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Furthermore, let me know if you are able to be a member of &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen/DDDS.html"&gt;Derek's Designated Driver Service (DDDS)&lt;/a&gt; on the afternoon/night of the party (20th November; 2pm-11:30pm). Look at the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen/DDDS.html"&gt;DDDS webpage&lt;/a&gt; to see how my service works. You're intitled to charge as much as you like to drive birthday invites to and from the venue. Although there are recommended prices on the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen/DDDS.html"&gt;webpage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma B. is the first person to join the DDDS Crew on the afternoon/night of the birthday celebrations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you need transport to the venue contact Derek and/or Emma B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This party is for strictly invites and their guests (which Derek has approved) only! Any trouble causers will be sent home at their own expense. It's a birthday party which means it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember that all information about the birthday is avaliable at this site: &lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/dksbirthdayforum"&gt;groups.msn.com/dksbirthdayforum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110065468558055496?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110065468558055496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110065468558055496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110065468558055496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110065468558055496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/dereks-18th-birthday-party-with-added.html' title='Derek&apos;s 18th Birthday Party &lt;p&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;with added jumping castle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110040941779756741</id><published>2004-11-14T16:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:36:08.473+11:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Steen on Radio Nthn Beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I got home from the city at about midnight on Friday night (or Saturday morning to be technical). Went to bed at about 0100hrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I awoke on Saturday morning around 0815hrs and then was driven to Belrose at 10mins to 0900hrs. It was the day I was getting some radio trainning at &lt;a href="http://www.mwm.org.au/default.php"&gt;Radio Northern Beaches&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a group 8 people including me; 3 women aged 45+, 1 man aged 40+ with a daughter in grade 8, A father of 1 aged 24, A young woman aged 20, and moi.. aged 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had &lt;em&gt;soo&lt;/em&gt; much fun learning about the radio industry and then putting it to use in the temporary studios they have. They're getting brand new studios built which will be attached to the Belrose RSL. We got to play with the equipment in a studio that wasn't being used. We finished by going on air and interviewing one and other. Boy is it fun! I'm going to become a member of Radio Nthn Beaches and get a one hour time slot to do all my crazy stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I'm allowed I'll let my friends come in and I'll chat with them for the hour (at this station there are only hour programs, fine by me) I'm on air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's going to be &lt;em&gt;sooo&lt;/em&gt; fun! -- I'm going to try and make a funny program like &lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au/cms_1_1_nova/ProgrammeFolders/74/template.asp?PageName=PMUindexRC1&amp;amp;PID=74"&gt;The Paul Murray Show&lt;/a&gt; on Nova969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll let you know when I'm on air blogwatchers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mwm.org.au/default.php"&gt;Radio Northern Beaches&lt;/a&gt; can be heard on frequencies 88.7FM and 90.3FM along the Northern Beaches of Sydney (although I can't pick it up in Davidson).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.jr-digital.com/asx/nova969.asx" hidden="true" type="audio/x-wav" autostart="TRUE"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110040941779756741?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110040941779756741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110040941779756741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110040941779756741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110040941779756741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/dj-steen-on-radio-nthn-beaches.html' title='DJ Steen on Radio Nthn Beaches'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110036185560578638</id><published>2004-11-14T13:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:19:15.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! Xbox GEEKS about!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I didn't think they got this geeeeky in my region.. but boy do they get geeky here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning I got home at the horrific hour of about 2am! I came on &lt;a href="http://messenger.msn.com"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt; (when am I not on &lt;a href="http://www.mess.be"&gt;MSN&lt;/a&gt;) and to my SHOCK and amazement Chris Lamb was online!! He's hardly ever online and when he is he normally doesn't say goodbye :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, he detailed to me that he was playing Halo 2 and had a 52" Plasma set up next to his computer screen had had 3 subs and 15 speakers setup in his room. So I gathered he'd stolen or won the &lt;a href="warning-xbox-geeks-about.html#halo2ute"&gt;Xbox Halo 2 Holden SS Ute&lt;/a&gt; and put it in his room. He was just making stuff up though. Pretty funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another suprising point it that Sheridan and his brother finished the game (on normal difficulty, or something) 2 days after it was released!!!! What are the Microsoft people doing? A game shouldn't be that easy on "easy"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what on earth is Chris doing!?! Chris is the biggest Xbox (Chris likes to call it his "Sexbox" because he loves it) geek I know (maybe with the execption of Andrew Gaussen) and last night he said he was only on the last level!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is making me fall asleep, or maybe that's because I need more sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I haven't dusted off my Xbox in a few months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="halo2ute"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Halo 2 Ute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/halo2ute.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110036185560578638?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110036185560578638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110036185560578638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110036185560578638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110036185560578638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/warning-xbox-geeks-about.html' title='Warning! Xbox GEEKS about!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-110015604484429715</id><published>2004-11-11T17:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:57:13.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Party Time.. again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeeeeeewwwwwww! &lt;strike&gt;Exams have begun!&lt;/strike&gt; No more exams! P-A-R-T-WHY? Because I gottta! I mean that's all I've been doing in the two weeks leading upto today's exam but now I don't have to worry about throwing study into that mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hour exam this morning was -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not commenting.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: During the HSC trials I said it was SUPER DUPER and the results weren't as good as expected..&lt;/em&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards Craig and I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manlywharf.com.au/About.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Manly Wharf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; and watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelivingend.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The Living End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; play live for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mrock.com.au/music/garage/outdoor/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Totally Free MMM Outdoor Garage Session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;! It was ace! I wasn't very hip with their songs but once I heard them play a few I relised that they play all those really sweeeeet songs ya hear on MMM! The rain held off which was good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now there's just partying to do.. actually I need to book a limo for the formal, get a cake make for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.msn.com/dksbirthdayforum"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, send out invites to people who expressed interest, and purchase my suit for the formal. Gee.. I better get cracking! Cheeerio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/11-11-04_GS_LivingEnd11.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/11-11-04_GS_LivingEnd4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/11-11-04_GS_LivingEnd2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/11-11-04_GS_LivingEnd19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-SIZE: 78%; FONT-FAMILY: verdana" src="http://www.geocities.com/djsteenc/11-11-04_GS_LivingEnd5-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;More photos at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.auspipe.com/mmm/gallery2/view_album.php?set_albumName=album26&amp;page=2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.auspipe.com/mmm/gallery2/view_album.php?set_albumName=album26&amp;amp;page=2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Page 2 &amp;amp; 3 are my pix)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-110015604484429715?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/110015604484429715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=110015604484429715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110015604484429715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/110015604484429715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/exams-party-time-again.html' title='&lt;strike&gt;Exams&lt;/strike&gt; Party Time.. again!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109996254336239618</id><published>2004-11-09T22:07:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:55:04.560+11:00</updated><title type='text'>XBOX Party for Halo2 @ Pitt Street Myer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shezz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and I all have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xbox's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. But those 2 are the major geeky fans! I'll dust mine off monthly, if I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to refrain from making a long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://auspost.com.au/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris drove us to Roseville Station, we caught a train to Town Hall, walked to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gloriajeanscoffees.com.au/pages/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gloria Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and Chris got his coffee while I ran to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oporto.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oporto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and got a Rappa with extra chili (to make up for the time I had one without chili - which was really distasteful!). I ran back and ate it at GJ's. Whoa! Hottness! Good though :) I got a strawb thickshake w/ Oreo from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mickey D's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to cool down my mouth while we walked up Pitt Street to Myer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along the way the boys were spotting "Gentlemen's Clubs" while I was trying to get bloody Oreo through 4 straws. We walked upto one of the Clubs and at the door it said "For wheelchair access ring buzzer." lol. Shezz wanted to ring it. Then about 100m from Pitt Street Mall I saw a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Krispy Kreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (KKDs) marquee and squealed. The other 2 couldn't see it yet. But I have good eyes for these things. We entered the line to buy the game because Chris was going to get it. The line was soo short, which surprised me. I guessed it would get bigger throughout the night. Nevertheless I went for a walk in search of a Virgin pre-paid mobile simcard starter kit.. thing. Went to various 7-11's (soo many of them in the city!) and finally found one. I raced back to the line and there was only 2 more people in it since I'd left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the night there was lotsa of entertainment outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myer.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Heaps of personalities from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nova969&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; where there; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au/cms_1_1_nova/ProgrammeFolders/74/template.asp?PID=74&amp;PageName=RABhome&amp;amp;PageType=published"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rabbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au/cms_1_1_nova/ProgrammeFolders/74/template.asp?PID=74&amp;PageName=DJSbianca&amp;amp;PageType=published"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au/cms_1_1_nova/ProgrammeFolders/74/template.asp?PageName=CASindexRCC&amp;PID=74"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Casanova's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Breakdancers, fire breathers, Xbox cheerleaders (guys were fanatic about them), etc. There was also this guy in the line, just infront of us, whom (from the beginning) I was sus about. He kept looking at what I was doing; setting up my new sim to send some 5cent msgs. I had soo much precious stuff on me (ie. autograph book, cash, camera, phone, walkie talkies, etc) I didn't want him to even think of knicking it. This guy was into getting a million of every free thing there was, as was I and everyone else, and his backpack was getting heaps full. He ended up being no threat to us, he kept cracking jokes. So he was ok, but I remained sus (I'm weird).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got tonnes of free &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.halo2.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Halo2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; merchandise; everyone was wearing the caps, shirts, and light-up necklaces. Free KKDs, water, Coke (I don't like), and lil noodle things (don't like unknown foods) to keep us happy. There was a big clock which was being continuously watched by Gus (the guy at the front of the line - He was cool!). Rabbit held some fun competitions at the front of the line area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regurgitator and Evermore were occationally shown setting up inside for there performances which began at midnight; when Halo 2 went on sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight came, we all went inside in an orderly fashion, I stopped a few metres before the register because I didn't want to buy it and I wanted to watch the bands. I hadn't seen 'The Gurge' live before. The were pretty good.. bit loud for the inside of a Myer store. So I waited where all the celebs and other band watchers (they came in after the initial rush of game buyers because they were in a different line) were while Chris bought his game (Shezz stayed with him). I waited for a while but they didn't come out. I got a call. They'd gone out a different exit. I watched the band for a lil bit more and then proceeded out to where they were. They both looked like twins; Halo 2 shirts on, backpacks on, caps on, lol.. the works. Shezz didn't even buy the game and he got a backpack (cos he had an orange band from when they were giving them out in the queue to people who were planning to buy the game) with loads more Halo 2/Xbox stuff in it. Which got me thinking.. I'm such a DUFFER! I go to these events all the time! Why didn't I just lie and get an orange armband thing too?!?! DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. who cares I don't really want to be promoting how much of a video game geek I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.. trains weren't working.. had to get a bus to Nth Sydney.. then trains weren't working there either - it was about 12:30am - We ended up getting a Silver Service (they're the same price as normal taxis so don't ask the drivers, it makes them a bit cranky) which was soo nice to travel in; new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.holden.com.au"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Statesman Caprice. Same price so I'm never getting a crappy normal taxi (if I EVER catch a taxi) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back to Roseville Station minus $10 from my pocket and $12 from Chris'. Shezz didn't bring any cash. What does he think? The city's free? Please! Go there more often people. If you don't you'll never appriciate the place you live. Most of Sydney is amazing! Yeah.. blah blah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/djsteen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we went past Shezz's.. I thought we were dropping him off, but he was going to get another Xbox controller to play Halo 2 at Chris' house. Then Chris was about to turn a corner which would be going away from the direction of my house and I said "Uhh wouldn't going straight be better?" He went straight and then explained how he thought I was coming to play the new game - it was now about 1:30am - back at his place. I told him I never knew that was in the plan and I was wayy too tired to do anything but sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home.. and went to bed.. which is what I'm going to do now (after a shower); must be awake while I study more for my Geography HSC exam occuring on Thursday. Wish me luck. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for a short post. My life's long already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109996254336239618?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109996254336239618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109996254336239618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109996254336239618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109996254336239618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/xbox-party-for-halo2-pitt-street-myer.html' title='XBOX Party for Halo2 @ Pitt Street Myer!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109978522299723695</id><published>2004-11-07T15:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:05:49.143+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweeter 17th Sarah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"SUPER DUPER!" - Ron Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neato!" - Ron Burgundy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's great!" - Ron Burgundy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sure knows what he's talking about that guy! (Brick sure doesn't though! haha)&lt;br /&gt;If you're sweet when you're 16 then at 17 the sweetness must be sweeter? Right? Right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday sweetness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful day with the scent of Britney.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109978522299723695?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109978522299723695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109978522299723695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109978522299723695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109978522299723695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-sweeter-17th-sarah.html' title='Happy Sweeter 17th Sarah!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109980540295503142</id><published>2004-11-07T15:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T17:20:46.083+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix Internet Revolutions</title><content type='html'>I appologise for this entry if your humour isn't in gear today. Mine is (once again). And I just can't help myself. The following conversations arose after various people read the e-mail "Regarding: Current "Gay" Rumour (&lt;------with a "u")". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: If you plan to read the following make sure you have your sense of humour with you! &lt;strong&gt;Do not&lt;/strong&gt; take anything to heart and just laugh! I did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Convo 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash S&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek S&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; Goooooooood afternoon hun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; u and ur friends r so weird. u like have internet fights. whats witht hoes emial about chris being gay? u confuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; HAahAHAHHAah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; nothing.. just pure humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry.. u didn't catch wind of it I don't think so just laugh at our crazynes and move on.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; but it seirously is crazy.. he wrote this hectic mature long homosexual message and u write this crazy weird one back.. but .. is the whole hting a joke? or was he actually serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; joke.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; so the romour wasnt spread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; I love peoples reactions to it though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; lol.. not really.. well not to u or hardly anyone else he sent the e-mail to..&lt;br /&gt;there were just a few people on the net who it was between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; why did he tell the world? its weird... why wouldnt he call u and just tel u to shupup.. computer nerd hhaha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; hows exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; AHAHahahAHah.. I love your insight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; thanks:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; he soo turned it back on himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; but i dont even know the boy. why would he ramble on to me bout how gay he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; or isnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHhaAHAHah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; Do u mind if I use parts of this convo for my blog? (&lt;a href="http://djsteen.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://djsteen.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt; no its alright &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Notes: "he" is Chris. As you can see I ask permission to publish these very private conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see many people did not know anything about this crap and thus things got quite blown out of porportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anon &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek S&lt;/span&gt;. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; did u read the reply e-mail I sent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; lol i havent read anyof it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; ring leader lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; AhAHAHAHAhHAhaahHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; how did i eascape blam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; Shit.. I forgot about u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; lol as if anyone gives a shit bout him being gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; LOL... well you're under "etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; AHahAHahahaahHAhaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; oh i havent got any email from u im just reading the first one from chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. try ur junk mail maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; did u read craig taylors email he has the best attitude top it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; YAH iknow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; that was after my e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; yeh well im about to look for urs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; so hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; lol funny qoutes from me and sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; in my e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; lol thats a classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; yeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; I never remember what I write .. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; its so funny i have mannaged to escape all the blam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; and the way they are both covering it up lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; any who its all over now so we are going to have to find something else fun to laugh at for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; I know.. much what I was thinkiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; can we say matt and anita went to new zealand and got married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; hahahaahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; dude.. do u mind if I use some of our conversation for my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm like which ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; what part ? that should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; the parts about the whole Chris N Shezz thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; i supose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; nice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; give me the link whenn ur done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Derek:&lt;/span&gt; ok:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anon:&lt;/span&gt; thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If anyone views this and looks at any person in the conversations in a different way well then you obviously don't have a sense of humour and shouldn't have read this funny entry in the first place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all the humour has been sqeezed out of this. Craig your e-mail about not being on the "gay" topic didn't really work for me. You should have started another topic; Chose a date/location for an after party for the formal or something.&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/8996977-109980540295503142?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109980540295503142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109980540295503142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109980540295503142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109980540295503142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/matrix-internet-revolutions.html' title='The &lt;strike&gt;Matrix&lt;/strike&gt; Internet Revolutions'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109971294419275191</id><published>2004-11-06T14:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T19:11:16.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome home Shezz &amp; Lamb!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Read congratulations by blakey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blakesmegasite.blogspot.com/2004/11/congrats-shezz-n-lamb.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to welcome home Shezz and Lamb from their &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;pre-honeymoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; to a secluded, unknown, location near Forster on NSW's Central Coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm unsure of when their wedding is, but rumours tell me it's soon. Keep your dates free people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone wants to make a group/forum to decide on what we should get them for their &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; welcome home pressie, let us know. I can advertise it on my site or MSN nickie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Welcome home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and good luck for the future buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109971294419275191?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109971294419275191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109971294419275191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109971294419275191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109971294419275191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/welcome-home-shezz-lamb.html' title='Welcome home Shezz &amp; Lamb!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109970178553043433</id><published>2004-11-06T14:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T16:35:22.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Works: Mickey D's, Zombies, lots of laughter!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. another fun night slowly flown past, leaving the next one closing flying straight and me and my comrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday evening/night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I zoomed to go pick up Mr Fish from his Terrey Hills residence. We continued east on &lt;a href="http://au.search.yahoo.com/search?p=Mona+Vale+Road&amp;meta=vc%3DcountryAU&amp;amp;tab=0"&gt;Mona Vale Road&lt;/a&gt;, dodging bugs and flys along the way &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(I might have made up the dodging bit)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We arrived at Paigey's beachside home and witnessed her little brother dressed in.. a dress. It's definatly not unusual to see guys in dresses for people that go to &lt;a href="http://www.davidson-h.schools.nsw.edu.au/"&gt;Davidson High&lt;/a&gt; though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. .. . We; Chris, Paige, Sarah and I, proceeded to the car and the question arose. "What are we going to do?!"&lt;br /&gt;We came up with going to go check the movie times at &lt;a href="http://www.unitedcinemas.com.au"&gt;Warriewood Cinema&lt;/a&gt;. We did, and the only thing worth seeing was "&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/theforgotten/"&gt;The Forgotten&lt;/a&gt;" - I'd watched it earlier in the day on my computer, just to see if it was good. Thus the others felt bad that I'd already seen it. I said I didn't care. After a period of 'um-ing' and 'uhh-ing' they chose "The Forgotten".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One problem. &lt;em&gt;Hunger&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple hundred metres away was a &lt;a href="http://pizzahut.com.au/"&gt;Pizza Hut&lt;/a&gt; resturant. We couldn't eat a works meal in 7 &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(how cool does that number look, especially when u put a like through it)&lt;/span&gt; mintues so we decided we'd skip the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came, we ate, we iced, we made a mess. They put &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much ice in the pitcher of water! There was only enough actual water for the 4 of us. We tried to get ice into our cups but the massive clump of crushed ice &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(looks like snow)&lt;/span&gt; would just stick to the bottom of the pitcher for a few seconds, and then it would go flying out.. getting about 1% into the cup and 99% onto the table. It was useless. But we all tried it. Many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really upsetting because the whole point of 'The Works' meal is to eat as much as you can - including ice cream! But nooo.. the ice cream machine was 'out of order' :( I hardly stuffed myself at all. We just decided, after a few plates of pizza and what-not, to just leave without making too much more of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop - &lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com"&gt;Mickey D's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.mcdonalds.com.au"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; playground. Sadly, this has changed too! These massive food chains aren't catering for lil kids anymore. :( All they care about is making the inside of the store all nice; McCafe, modern looks, health menu. It sucks! Yeah, wow, the inside doesn't look as trashy. But the tunnels in the playground was like something you'd see in &lt;a href="http://us.imdb.com/title/tt0103064/"&gt;Terminator 2: Judgement Day&lt;/a&gt;! Sarah N I went to go play in the tunnels and there we 10-16 year olds out on top of the tunnels hitting plastic McDonalds trays against the outside of the tunnels. There were parts of tunnels which had, somehow, been burnt. And it smelled - bad. :( At the last minute we saw it was a home to a rather large huntsman spider.. our cue to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for more fun - Sarah N I choose to take a maaasive detour back to the car, which we'd left Chris N Paige in. You know. To scare the crap out of them. We got to the car. They weren't there. Riiight. We looked around. Heard Paige calling. They were walking over from near the medical centre. hmm. More fun needed. Run! We ran. They strategically just stood near the car looking for us. We'd yell something and ran behind bushes/trees in the darkness to be hidden from Chris N Paige's view. But they saw us. Cripes. We eventually ran through the drive thru. Where we were cornered :( - Chris came up behind us through the entrance and Paige was waiting at the exit. Paige grabbed my tie and pulled me with it towards the car. Feisty. Meanwhile, Chris wasn't as firm with Sarah and she ran.. "&lt;em&gt;RUN! I've been caught, but you can make a break for it! Goo!&lt;/em&gt;" I yelled. hahah.. boy it was hot running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I went back to the car. At this point I have no idea who was on what team because Paige and gone to go capture Sarah and but then they both started to run away. I drove round and round the parking lot until eventually kidnapping them into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the extra fun! Cemetery! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;("I'm like a biiird"... I'm listening to Nelly Furtado while writing this.. olld song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A recap:&lt;br /&gt;On Halloween Sarah, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/tammyvidler/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tammy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteen"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; went into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pittwaterlga.com.au/RWP/ci.nsf/allDocs/RWP902DE94D7F3AD86D4A256C57000EC564"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mona Vale cemetery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; and went to this hut thing and saw something or someone moving around inside. There was a light on. Looked like candle light. As we went closer the light became brighter. It was rather spooky!&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, the light eventually turned off and that was our cue to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So Chris, Paige, Sarah and I went into this same cemetry because Sarah and I were curious of this person &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(it looked like and old man because there seemed to be a bald head)&lt;/span&gt;. We walked much closer to the hut this time we walked past it and roamed around the cemetery. Chris N Paige just sat somewhere and made out. Scaredy-cats. We &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Sarah N I)&lt;/span&gt; saw things which we weren't sure we really there or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah really wanted to knock on a door of this hut but I was all sceptical. :s I decided if she, or we, were going to knock to do it on the side where there was a window which we were looking at on the night of Halloween. We went over to that side. There was no window. :s There were reflective signs though. I couldn't make them out. Sarah went a few metres closer than me and said they read "Dangerous chemicals" or something. She said she heard a snoring sound. eek. I wondered if it was maybe just the sound of chemicals humming in a machine or something. No matter what it was we ran but I wasn't too sure whether I was still scared or not cos the signs confused me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah, if you weren't there you won't understand how scary and fun it was! Thus why you need to get on the Derek bandwagon and get out and have some quality &lt;a href="http://wizzfizz.com/"&gt;Wizz Fizz&lt;/a&gt; fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to &lt;a href="http://blakesmegasite.blogspot.com/2004/11/congrats-chris-n-paige.html"&gt;Paige N Chris&lt;/a&gt; and they were cold. Sillies. They wanted to sit in the car. I agreed. Then Sarah N I roamed the cemetery graves some more. Found a random old - probably dead &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(ha ha)&lt;/span&gt; - bench situated in between two huge trees. Bit odd. We laughed there about that Asian lady who screamed such a terrifying scream and stacked it last Friday &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(29th Oct)&lt;/span&gt; at Macquarie Ice Rink. My golly that was funny! Soo many funny things have happened of late! Laughter is making me soo fit. No need to exercise if you've got laughter on hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige had to be home by 2230hrs so we left and went to her house for a while and watched some tv and a video I brought! Soo funny; Rowan Atkinson Live! The tape was like 10 years old and would sound static at times but it was soooo funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I've written too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! One more thing! Remember that horrible band "&lt;a href="http://www.hanson.net/main.aspx"&gt;Hanson&lt;/a&gt;". They have a new song! No it's not a remake of their classic "Mm-bop". It's called "Penny and Me".&lt;br /&gt;To my shock, Anna &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Samaire Armstrong)&lt;/span&gt; from '&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/oc"&gt;The OC&lt;/a&gt;' is in the video clip. While watching I was thinking of a funny MSN nickname &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Seth, on The OC, provides them soo well!)&lt;/span&gt; and I thought I could say that Anna has moved away from the OC because she's gone back to her home town because the boys from "Hanson" are there and she wants to be with them. Seth would be so devastated if he found this out! ahh.. too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next fun time - Probably tonight - peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109970178553043433?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109970178553043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109970178553043433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109970178553043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109970178553043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/works-mickey-ds-zombies-lots-of.html' title='The Works: Mickey D&apos;s, Zombies, lots of laughter!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109955582976109549</id><published>2004-11-04T18:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:23:05.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>XBOX Party in Sydney!</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a gaming fan. Sure I love to "crash" cars and "shoot" monsters, but it just isn't as good as a movie - or real life car crashing.. haha Sheridan you bogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. This coming Monday night (8th November 2004) there's going to be an &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com.au"&gt;XBOX&lt;/a&gt; Party for the release of &lt;a href="http://www.halo2.com.au"&gt;Halo 2&lt;/a&gt; at midnight (goes on sale when the clock hits Tuesday 9th Nov).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at Pitt Street Mall in Sydney's CBD. &lt;a href="http://www.evermoreband.com/frame.html"&gt;Evermore&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.regurgitator.net/"&gt;Regurgitator&lt;/a&gt; will be playing live there. As well as personalities from radio (&lt;a href="http://www.nova969.com.au"&gt;Nova969&lt;/a&gt;), tv, and other media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be attending.. I love these sorts of things. I already have Evermore's autographs =P If you want to come with me e-mail/sms/call/or talk to me on MSN. I'll prob go in the early afternoon - depending on crowd sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Questions? Write a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109955582976109549?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109955582976109549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109955582976109549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109955582976109549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109955582976109549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/xbox-party-in-sydney.html' title='XBOX Party in Sydney!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109955062556744841</id><published>2004-11-04T17:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T17:46:53.670+11:00</updated><title type='text'>These blogs lead to weird MSN conversations!</title><content type='html'>This conversation arose from &lt;a href="http://blakesmegasite.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-is-it-with-people-n-mobile-phones.html"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: replied the mobile phone 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah.. I have to turn it of when I have sex all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: well lamb would have 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: apparently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: yuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: i dont no for sure ive been told tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: by whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BlAkEsTa&lt;/span&gt;: well kim started the rumour about head jobs that chris gives ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Derek&lt;/span&gt;: WeLllllllLllL GO KIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109955062556744841?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109955062556744841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109955062556744841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109955062556744841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109955062556744841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/these-blogs-lead-to-weird-msn.html' title='These blogs lead to weird MSN conversations!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109954680845288146</id><published>2004-11-04T16:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T16:40:08.453+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Glow Of The Spotted Mind</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half is mighty weird which made me think: "Ahhh, I knew I shouldn't go see that movie." (which I didn't - at the movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the second half was resolving. It began to make sence. Jim Carrey's humour began to shine. And I was happy. But then as the end rushed to me it became sad (you know sad - Like "The Green Mile") and interesting and happy and sad and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have to go buy it and add it to my Jim DVDs. I downloaded the one I justed watched to see if it was worth it. shhhh  =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm on the tooooooopic of mooovies...&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants one of there movies backed up I can do it if you just bring me a blank dvd±r and I can do it over night or whatever. If you want to permanently borrow a back-up of one of my many movies, feel free to just ask =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pirate movies though people, that's bad! Espicially if it's for profit! A slap on the hand if you even THINK about doing that kinda stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care movie buffs!&lt;br /&gt;Love me and Maria (My cute little cat walking around me right now).&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/8996977-109954680845288146?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109954680845288146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109954680845288146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109954680845288146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109954680845288146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/eternal-glow-of-spotted-mind.html' title='Eternal Glow Of The Spotted Mind'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109954401045812745</id><published>2004-11-04T15:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T15:53:30.456+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN - Linking Derek to the world.</title><content type='html'>There's been a bit of a lull on MSN lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do with MSN. It's how I talk. I can think clearer when I type.&lt;br /&gt;2004 is closing in and I hope after we commence into 2005 that people still use it often! Please keep the same e-mails at least then I can find out if you change cell numbers (heaven forbid!) etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel soo alone on a computer if I'm not talking to people. I need to be socialising or laughing constantly or my chest might cave in and my Krispy Kreme addiction might disappear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make regular visits to MSN and if you need a chat just double click on my wacky nickname and I'll be glad to chat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care now. Bye Bye then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109954401045812745?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109954401045812745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109954401045812745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109954401045812745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109954401045812745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/msn-linking-derek-to-world.html' title='MSN - Linking Derek to the world.'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109952365614422648</id><published>2004-11-04T10:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T18:57:21.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unavoidable Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Now that Lamb and Shezz are on their honeymoon, how long do you think they'll last together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will be the next couple after Paige and Fishy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The previous question was removed due privicy wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109952365614422648?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109952365614422648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109952365614422648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109952365614422648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109952365614422648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/unavoidable-question_04.html' title='The Unavoidable Question'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996977.post-109952354194303159</id><published>2004-11-04T10:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T10:12:21.943+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumble Bee Tuna. Bumble Bee Tuna!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Flock, run, and get out of those hot rhinos; cos it's time to talk about the minnnnd..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.com/djsteen"&gt;That's all&lt;/a&gt;. Take care now. Bye Bye then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996977-109952354194303159?l=djsteen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/feeds/109952354194303159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8996977&amp;postID=109952354194303159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109952354194303159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996977/posts/default/109952354194303159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djsteen.blogspot.com/2004/11/bumble-bee-tuna-bumble-bee_109952354194303159.html' title='Bumble Bee Tuna. Bumble Bee Tuna!!'/><author><name>Derek Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11967561230708261156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/28/88471268_509e1b731a_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
