tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61299754111952367112011-04-22T06:23:05.530+12:00koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-53350065122081540282008-08-08T11:20:00.001+12:002008-08-08T11:23:59.219+12:00today it's 080808! cool huh? Dad is thinking of taking me for a trip to Australia to meet his favourite radio presenter Grand Uncle from RadioFAQ. I'm so excited to be getting out of here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-5335006512208154028?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-29476810286527428672008-07-27T14:50:00.001+12:002008-07-27T14:52:37.743+12:00my mum told me that girl brynne is 8 like me. how cool is that! wish i could talk to her. i wonder where she lives?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-2947681028652742867?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-28161894867401696382008-07-27T14:38:00.002+12:002008-07-27T14:46:43.602+12:00My dad always listens to this radio program called Radio FAQ with this guy called grand uncle. he totally grosses me out cause he's always swearing and coughing. but the other day he played this awesome song by a girl called Brynne. totally rockin. the song was called Burn Burn Burn. i so relate to her when she says "i need to get away, i need to get away". wish i could get away sometimes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-2816189486740169638?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-90669414298510479632008-07-01T19:16:00.003+12:002008-07-24T18:20:55.563+12:00OMG!! I'm so excited. I'm performing in an UpStage play tonight! Cool huh? uh huh? oh yeah!!<br />www.activelayers.net/callinghome.html<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-9066941429851047963?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-16408818015717213962008-04-09T18:55:00.001+12:002008-04-09T19:08:08.876+12:00esme's sister gisela told me esme is homeless and all she has is a bundle of things and photos and stuff she takes around with her. she stays in all sorts of places. and i think she's running from the police or something. i told sarah my best friend and she reckons it sounds cool. sometimes i wish i could leave and go someplace else.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-1640881801571721396?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-69618775664902512612008-03-31T19:24:00.004+13:002008-12-10T07:27:01.765+13:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fItU2jXON9c/R_CF5holRDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iluho1mAVVA/s1600-h/postcard1_b_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fItU2jXON9c/R_CF5holRDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iluho1mAVVA/s320/postcard1_b_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183790394431063090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fItU2jXON9c/R_CF5xolREI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tj0leeNCv9c/s1600-h/postcard1_a_web.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fItU2jXON9c/R_CF5xolREI/AAAAAAAAAAU/tj0leeNCv9c/s320/postcard1_a_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183790398726030402" border="0" /></a><br />today I got a postcard from a girl called esmé. she wants to be my friend. her sister sent photos of the postcard to me by email! then I emailed her sister and said I'd like to be esmé's friend. My dad reckons she lives in Europe. how cool is that!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-6961877566490251261?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6129975411195236711.post-20796449490274248862008-03-16T00:24:00.000+13:002008-03-16T00:48:29.668+13:00hi my name is Heather.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6129975411195236711-2079644949027424886?l=koruheather.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>koru heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15601123220648779478noreply@blogger.com0