<?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-12569676</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:04:34.365+08:00</updated><category term='Water'/><title type='text'>Spiders, cobwebs, butterfly wings and dew drops</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7320709451981883360</id><published>2010-10-01T15:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T15:47:05.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 2 and 3</title><content type='html'>Psalm 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God set His Son on Zion, and He rules the nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKWQktFy95I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnDxEId3Qdk/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+14.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKWQktFy95I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnDxEId3Qdk/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+14.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522979478293378962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though tens of thousands rise against him, the Lord will protect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKWRYjLo7XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W1rbUy1wXFg/s1600/Photo+on+2010-10-01+at+17.22+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKWRYjLo7XI/AAAAAAAAAHE/W1rbUy1wXFg/s320/Photo+on+2010-10-01+at+17.22+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522980368986729842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7320709451981883360?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7320709451981883360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7320709451981883360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7320709451981883360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7320709451981883360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2010/10/psalms-2-and-3.html' title='Psalms 2 and 3'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKWQktFy95I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jnDxEId3Qdk/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+14.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-4479063141773817796</id><published>2010-09-30T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T09:56:31.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeeeeeyyyyy....</title><content type='html'>So, I neglected my blog. Again. Big deal. It's always there for me when I look for it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new (like, coz I'm so artistic, I'm always creating masterpieces...) art project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially, I do one mini painting for each of the 150 Psalms from the Bible. The idea is not to write the whole text, or even all the ideas, from each Psalm, but rather to record a main idea from each one in visual form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is HUGE. 150 PSALMS! Some are reeeeally long! NOT TO MENTION PSALM 119.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is kinda to get a sense of the book of Psalms as a whole...it's SO BIG that each time i read it i almost feel like it's a new book. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but I want an overview, a one-page thing. Well, one-enormous-taking-up-a-wall page thing, so that i can better understand this book of the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm one is pictured. I enjoyed it very much, also the shopping trip to buy the canvasses and a new brush which is a DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the idea from Psalm 1 that I went for was the man of God learning from His law, like a tree planted by streams of water, and the man in rebellion to God becoming like chaff that is blown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKPuH3rUKdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p_kXxXsjMEs/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+11.16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKPuH3rUKdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p_kXxXsjMEs/s320/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+11.16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522519387058481618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-4479063141773817796?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/4479063141773817796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=4479063141773817796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4479063141773817796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4479063141773817796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2010/09/heeeeeeeeeyyyyy.html' title='Heeeeeeeeeyyyyy....'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/TKPuH3rUKdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p_kXxXsjMEs/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-30+at+11.16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-8050112526553510184</id><published>2009-07-15T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:33:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do sleep in however...</title><content type='html'>Ah, holidays...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, days in which I am not required to attend my usual place of work, nor interact with the inhabitants of my place of work, yet must prepare 10 weeks of information, skills and understanding to impart once I resume these tasks - or at least, should do so, otherwise the aforementioned 10 weeks would claim my sanity...&lt;br /&gt;I had so many plans...What programs I would start up, what challenges I would design, what support I would create....&lt;br /&gt;and at times I feel I'll be lucky to get my program done.&lt;br /&gt;It will work itself out...&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thechicecologist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.thechicecologist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-8050112526553510184?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/8050112526553510184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=8050112526553510184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8050112526553510184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8050112526553510184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-do-sleep-in-however.html' title='I do sleep in however...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7361591372403379508</id><published>2009-05-14T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:19:05.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2008-09/upside-down-church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 348px;" src="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2008-09/upside-down-church.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the day is not sick at all!!&lt;br /&gt;So, let me check this again - I sit at home, am obliged to do no work, and allow a casual to do whatever seems good to them with my class, and watch as much tv and do as much blogging as seems good to me?!&lt;br /&gt;What is this?&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, I know I like resting, spending time chilling, having fun. But that's SATURDAY. IT'S NOT SATURDAY. THIS FEELS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I am not well. It is true, my eyes having been watering intermittently and my olefactory system has been dramatically malfunctioning.&lt;br /&gt;And I witnessed this affecting my professional capacity - the mums in reading groups looking ever so slightly freaked out by the noise and chaos my cherubs exhibited. It is ever so slightly possible that if I had been """"well""", I would have whipped my minions of evil back into line way before that.&lt;br /&gt; Obviously, because I am upside-down, my body has completely taken out the virus during my relaxed morning, so I don't even FEEL sick anymore. And obviously, being upside-down, instead of enjoying a day off feeling good, I feel guilty for feeling good....&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me I may be sick in more ways than one. &lt;br /&gt;groses bisous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7361591372403379508?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7361591372403379508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7361591372403379508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7361591372403379508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7361591372403379508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2009/05/sick-day.html' title='Sick Day'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-3291118862957877747</id><published>2008-12-11T14:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:45:22.104+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Something something, end of the year, happy happy, something something, red thing's connected to my wristwatch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crystalxp.net/galerie/img/img-images-beauty--usman-ahmed-ansari-5873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1280px; height: 960px;" src="http://www.crystalxp.net/galerie/img/img-images-beauty--usman-ahmed-ansari-5873.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching was fun, I'm at this school fairly regularly now and it's so much fun, I'm known by everyone, so I feel welcome and loved :D&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff coming up with friends, Christmas is coming very soon...&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, the wedding. of me. to tom.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:DD:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;God has taken very good care of me (obviously... He's God)but I also have learned more about trusting Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that still shakes me up is just being able to tell myself "Whatever is happening, and whatever I think is going wrong, God hasn't stopped loving me. He isn't busy doing something else. He hasn't forgotten me. He isn't annoyed at me. Whatever is happening, whatever I just did wrong, I am still in the palm of God's hand, and He has put me where He wants me to be. He has a plan for my life, and it involves me being right here, now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could sound a bit airy-fairy - i can only say this because Jesus' blood and life were shed to save me from damnation, and, resurrected, He now brings me into His Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, whatever is stupid and going wrong - God hasn't forgotten you! He's God!  He doesn't forget anything! If it feels like you're stuck in a rut or nothing is happening or your plan hasn't begun to work - He's right there with you, and He is in control of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This has definitely been learned recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, did i mention i was having an awesome day? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs, a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-3291118862957877747?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/3291118862957877747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=3291118862957877747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3291118862957877747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3291118862957877747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-something-end-of-year-happy.html' title='Something something, end of the year, happy happy, something something, red thing&apos;s connected to my wristwatch!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-1223963850545914570</id><published>2008-10-23T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:59:21.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness the awesome-ness of God...or simply His mercy to me...He's awesome for lots of reasons.</title><content type='html'>I taught kindy today :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-1223963850545914570?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/1223963850545914570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=1223963850545914570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1223963850545914570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1223963850545914570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/10/witness-awesome-ness-of-godor-simply.html' title='Witness the awesome-ness of God...or simply His mercy to me...He&apos;s awesome for lots of reasons.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-8940072055315860475</id><published>2008-10-22T07:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:58:22.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should eat something...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.foxsaver.com/thumbnails/2008/01/27/1022846806l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://cache.foxsaver.com/thumbnails/2008/01/27/1022846806l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Another day. at home. jumping when the phone rings. doing assignments that would be utterly finished in moments if i cared. listening to whatever jumps out of iTunes. wearing a dressing gown. quite comfy, but resenting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;casual work. still tired after walking for HOURS school to school yesterday. apparently all the teachers in the area are in good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldn't be so bad if I'd done just ONE DAY of work - been called, gone somewhere, taught someone something, been paid once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because part of the qualification of teaching is the experience. i can't call myself a teacher, i haven't taught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27. look it up. i will memorise it. i will make a song from it. i might do that now. wait... maybe i should eat something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol i love symmetry)&lt;br /&gt;love *a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-8940072055315860475?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/8940072055315860475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=8940072055315860475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8940072055315860475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8940072055315860475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/10/maybe-i-should-eat-something.html' title='Maybe I should eat something...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-3272759737399049311</id><published>2008-09-19T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:51:16.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to bed alison</title><content type='html'>lol, i just looked at the aye-aye again. i  think they're awesome and not 'theoretically' so, as some commenters seemed to believe, but REALLY real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go to bed. I should be &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sleepzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/snoring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://sleepzine.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/snoring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but instead i'm &lt;br /&gt;...woah, search wide awake in google images. crazy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired of the present assignment, and it isn't going away like they normally do, and it's getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that coz my activity at youth group was not to standard. it's so so stupid, because God is so far in control of it i should not spend any time worrying, - i didn't even realise i had a problem and then suddenly there was an extension for my group (which i so needed)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;It's just ...my last one really. then i become a real person (on a casual basis).&lt;br /&gt;identity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes, i remember - it is very warm. suddenly it seems this seems to mean any girl should ditch her dignity and wear mainly a lack of clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not participate in this. I have a better understanding of the ramifications of this action now. As a 17 year old girl who understood sometime she looked vaguely ok, i did not consider that modesty affected people other than myself. And boys are sposed to like how girls look anyway, so i didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i understand more clearly that that's just unkind. Guys don't need to see excess of skin, and, i'll say it, cleavage. that image sticks, but it is unwelcome for most guys i am friends with. even my fiancé doesn't want to see it - because if i'm not his wife, he does't want to know about it. my other guy friends think similarly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tv says if you're attracted to it, take it. but we know that you shouldn't take anything that isn't yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should care. we should want to be kind to our guy friends, both with and without wives. we should give them a break, coz life is difficult enough with the media shoving women's bodies onto everything they want to sell in a way i am unsettled by. &lt;br /&gt;It's too hot, don't give yourself heat exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;but with shorts, skirts and shirts, inches count. think about who sees you and what they have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to faces, deal with it. i've been getting uglier all my life. you'll just have to be scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sleep, perchance to dream - but not about vampire weddings (if u wanna know, ask)&lt;br /&gt;a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-3272759737399049311?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/3272759737399049311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=3272759737399049311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3272759737399049311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3272759737399049311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/09/go-to-bed-alison.html' title='Go to bed alison'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7167740165118614691</id><published>2008-08-31T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:10:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...I remember this...blogging at all hours of the night...the mindless satisfaction...</title><content type='html'>Ok,&lt;br /&gt;if you recall my chinchilla post, which i believe was about how cool chinchillas look - get a load of this - an AYE-AYE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2093564/2156579/2158802/2160741/01_AyeAye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/2093564/2156579/2158802/2160741/01_AyeAye.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COOL IS IT? i first saw one on a video my prac class was watching (it climbed a branch, picked its nose and ate it. primary class. you can imagine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eyes are so coooool! i must have one!&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of cute being ugly but interesting makes so much sense looking at this animal - check it out- &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/David_Haring/ayeaye_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.wildmadagascar.org/pictures/David_Haring/ayeaye_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late, I've stayed up preparing a huge report eating reckless amounts of Lindt, and aye-ayes are the funniest thing in the world. here endeth the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;xox *a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7167740165118614691?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7167740165118614691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7167740165118614691' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7167740165118614691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7167740165118614691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahi-remember-thisblogging-at-all-hours.html' title='Ah...I remember this...blogging at all hours of the night...the mindless satisfaction...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5782229621392967663</id><published>2008-08-21T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:44:52.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get wed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-10/bride-at-sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.mccullagh.org/db9/1ds-10/bride-at-sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i'd like to mention how much FUN Keating! was - thankyou, ABC2. guy who plays keating is very very cool :D props to the rap battle - question time should be like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'd like to mention that it is 4 months and 19 days til my wedding. oh yes, we shall COUNT DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh heh heh heh. bridey bridey bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone's out there, they could get the party started by telling me what they think of the phrase 'love, honour and obey'&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, you won't affect my marriage vows, i know what i will say and what tom will understand, but it'd be interesting to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to mention how many lovely people I saw at uni today WHILE I WAS IN A HURRY AND COULDN'T DAWDLE.&lt;br /&gt;But it was lovely to see them briefly! Missed them greatly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, i get a headache when i move my head :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5782229621392967663?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/5782229621392967663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=5782229621392967663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5782229621392967663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5782229621392967663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-wed.html' title='get wed!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-8072241372141171341</id><published>2008-08-03T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:53:31.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINE!HERE WE GO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/SJVH0XG9XvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z0m094jE59w/s1600-h/IGRunKaterun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/SJVH0XG9XvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z0m094jE59w/s400/IGRunKaterun.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230165507142672114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been one to let go easily-&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M NOT ABOUT TO START!&lt;br /&gt;Let it die??? Go out with a bang??? How could this be contemplated??(go to matt's if you have NO IDEA what this is)&lt;br /&gt;Blogging IS the hyperspace pensieve - when you have excess of anything and are lacking an audience (happens regrettably often), you either make your own tv show and rhapsodize J.D. style, or you go to your blog, and release your thoughts into the ether.&lt;br /&gt;And when one's blog is a little slim, or one's readership seems in doubt, is this a reason to stop?&lt;br /&gt;IT WASN'T EVEN A REASON TO START!&lt;br /&gt;Which is not to say i don't love it when people read this, but one doesn't just write to be read, one writes to record.&lt;br /&gt;You can't abandon this awesome place! Facebook is fun, but limited! Blogging is forever, or at least until the oil runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up guys - the magic lives!&lt;br /&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i am ill, and teaching, and think tom is HOT stuff!&lt;br /&gt;:D i felt the ether cringe.&lt;br /&gt;mWA! a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-8072241372141171341?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/8072241372141171341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=8072241372141171341' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8072241372141171341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/8072241372141171341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/08/finehere-we-go.html' title='FINE!HERE WE GO!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/SJVH0XG9XvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/z0m094jE59w/s72-c/IGRunKaterun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5129446457992299272</id><published>2008-03-08T12:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:03:52.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to tell you...</title><content type='html'>It has been a time of priceless quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a youth leaders' meeting:&lt;br /&gt;Chris: is there a reason we can't use playdough?&lt;br /&gt;murray:there's some up there i think?&lt;br /&gt;dave:doesn't that tick the lame box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and later -&lt;br /&gt;murray: ok, so we're not doing memory verse&lt;br /&gt;chris:i'm down with that&lt;br /&gt;dave: jiggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moments ago with my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meredith:(objecting to a children's book that used rhyming nonsense words) No! it has to mean something! like in wizard of oz, when they say "oh..what'll you do if they come after you?" "I'll...kick 'em in the groin!" But it rhymes!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5129446457992299272?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/5129446457992299272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=5129446457992299272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5129446457992299272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5129446457992299272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-to-tell-you.html' title='I had to tell you...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-3249543407085530794</id><published>2008-02-17T14:47:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:50:34.377+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Post with a purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crh.noaa.gov/Image/pub/ltg/Bolt_blue_Prentice2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.crh.noaa.gov/Image/pub/ltg/Bolt_blue_Prentice2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH! NO-ONE POSTS ANYMORE EXCEPT KATE!!!!! GO KATE:D&lt;br /&gt;heheh, i smiled while yelling. try THAT one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-3249543407085530794?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/3249543407085530794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=3249543407085530794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3249543407085530794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3249543407085530794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-with-purpose.html' title='Post with a purpose'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7100884433316597619</id><published>2008-01-06T11:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T12:17:39.309+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS ENTRY SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE THE 11TH OF DECEMBER. SORRY. OH, AND BY THE WAY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'M GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(sigh, i realise i've been waiting to scream and dance about this. who knew i needed to do it in hyperspace. maybe there i can jump higher...)&lt;br /&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY AND WELCOME TO ALISON'S ENGAGED EXCITEMENT HAPPY JOY SONG!&lt;br /&gt;(i recently came back from beach mission, i have been catching up on sleep, and i am well, though my left ear does not appear to be functioning as desired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom proposed to me on the same bus route that he had asked me out on, in very nearly the same format he asked me out in, ie he used post-it notes to draw my attention to his train of thought, and then got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ring is at the shop getting re-sized. i have thin fingers. i do hope it doesn't suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so strange, so much needs to be done, and each time i have no idea how to do it, because i've never been engaged before, which is a common experience. engagement party looks to be the 19th of april...i think...&lt;br /&gt;TOM AND I ARE GETTING MARRIED ON THE 10TH OF JANUARY &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NEXT YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy. life is obviously not perfect, as this world is covered in sin, and i still yearn more than anything for the return of my Saviour, and tom and i still get annoyed at each other from time to time (beach mission is a fatiguing place), but i am happy to be making this decision. i think i knew i was heading for it, knew it was in some sense likely, but now it's here it's quite startling. &lt;br /&gt;while it is scary, i take time to reflect that it's not the wedding or the decorations that need to concern me - this is a decision to live with him, be with him, have him around permanently.&lt;br /&gt;obviously that's not all marriage is, but it sounds quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seems kinda happy too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've prayed that if this is God's will, it will happen, and if it isn't, it won't. tom and i have, only because of God's Holy Spirit, sought to make sure that our relationship is centred on God, and only in Him are we secure. that our combined lives will find meaning not in one another but in Him. that our love for one another is not in itself the key, but the love that flows from Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've read in a christian book recently - once you're married, that man instantly becomes Mr Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know tom isn't perfect, but i love him, and once we're married, i know and pray that the Holy Spirit will strengthen me to keep loving him, for the rest of this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7100884433316597619?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7100884433316597619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7100884433316597619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7100884433316597619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7100884433316597619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-entry-should-have-been-made-11th.html' title='THIS ENTRY SHOULD HAVE BEEN MADE THE 11TH OF DECEMBER. SORRY. OH, AND BY THE WAY...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5503289535031525920</id><published>2007-11-25T23:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:17:29.642+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HaHaHAAAAAAAA!!!!</title><content type='html'>new, labor government!&lt;br /&gt;old nasty cruel ruined desperate harmful government with THAT MAN (who may be a wonderful parent, but he wasn't hired for that) GONE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;might be able to respect my government for awhile - -GASP-!&lt;br /&gt;..........................serene...................&lt;br /&gt;-*a&lt;br /&gt;ps yes, whatever, i know none will be perfect, but i don't care, just as long as the one which has caused me and so many so much pain is gone, with their horrible words that they made me hear  over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5503289535031525920?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/5503289535031525920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=5503289535031525920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5503289535031525920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5503289535031525920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/11/hahahaaaaaaaa.html' title='HaHaHAAAAAAAA!!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-4594996132797188729</id><published>2007-11-11T20:21:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:50:25.087+09:00</updated><title type='text'>me and another</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rzbsbmf6eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pef6glq1RJY/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rzbsbmf6eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pef6glq1RJY/s320/065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131548784370284802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking advantage of the FEW people who check blogs anymore (facebook is fun, but it is no excuse not to check blogs!!!...although i hadn't checked several for some time before a few minutes ago) i will post about...&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;go on, swap blogs now, this is probably EXACTLY the sort of blog you would rather avoid, yes, i am talking boy-girl relationships which are not limited to friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was taking advantage of the ppl who still check, sorry people, it's not your fault, it's just the odd mood i am in, as a result of the chocolate i just finished, the assignment i haven't finished, and the french pop i am listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to express something.&lt;br /&gt;nothing terribly remarkable, and i will take EVERY precaution possible to edit out mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i must say, they take work like you never see in disney movies. they take real work and sacrifice and ...giving up of things. i know you know this, but this is me expressing, not educating. but i just find it odd that in a relationship of this category i have to confront so many things about myself i somehow never came across in my other relationships. &lt;br /&gt;or perhaps, not to this degree. some things about myself (selfishness, manipulation, self-righteousness, grudging, vengefulness) have shown themselves to a degree, esp when i was little, and no doubt some of my friends have some idea of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am older now and spend much less time with my family than i did when i was 10, and now it is surprising to come face-to-face with yourself, or yourself reflected in someone else's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;not that tom tells me things about myself the whole time, along with my other brothers in Christ he supports me and rebukes me, but it's when i see the results of my less godly actions, that confrontation of self and selfishness happen. my friends see my actions, but i think we make more of an effort with friends than people that are around the way a boyfriend might be. and what is more, a friend will not have quite the same reactions a...(insert appropriate noun here) might - if i'm being stupid and unkind, friends will see, be sad, but live on. tom of course will live on, but i could hurt him in a way that hurts me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no requisite here to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing that is making its impression in my head is how emotions are made into idols in the world, in relationships, and yet so often they are what needs to be cast off. i am so often subject to wanting to be angry, wanting to be all...clingy, and in my head it makes sense, i can perfectly reason it out, but i know it to be selfishness, not allowing into my heart the knowledge that being right or being angry does not mean you have the solution, or deserve to be obeyed, and that feeling clingy doesn't mean you own someone, that you have God, who is yours, and you are His, and anyone else is not yours, and you cannot make them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't freak out, i'm not talking about stuff i need to work through with tom, i'm just thinking electronically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, the world doesn't have a clue what love looks like. the ultimate expression of love was someone DYING and giving, not someone recieving chocolate, jewellery, or having someone else follow them around doing whatever they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it can be hard when the world TRAINS you to act how it wants you to. TRAINS you to try and take whatever you can, and not let go, except to take more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. one thing i am learning is to give up what i want for a person, for what they want. it's easier with Jesus (though not 'easy' in itself) because He is perfect and i can trust Him...mostly, and i know that He has a plan which is perfect, and He is in control. but giving up things for another, imperfect person, who might not deserve it, who might not be stunning like in the movies, who might be as real and flawed and annoying as me, who is as lost as me?&lt;br /&gt;dude. not easy.&lt;br /&gt;but an important step is, to paraphrase tom (who i'm pretty sure was paraphrasing God) to remember that we are all sinful, and are all forgiven before God.&lt;br /&gt;deep, man. deep.&lt;br /&gt;xa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-4594996132797188729?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/4594996132797188729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=4594996132797188729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4594996132797188729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4594996132797188729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-another.html' title='me and another'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rzbsbmf6eQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/pef6glq1RJY/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5999304527668046293</id><published>2007-10-25T20:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:08:34.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, ew, no, THIS is how i look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCHLyIsLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9I2vGGlj-dY/s1600-h/%5Bmeclose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCHLyIsLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9I2vGGlj-dY/s320/%5Bmeclose.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125245012454157954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5999304527668046293?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/5999304527668046293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=5999304527668046293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5999304527668046293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5999304527668046293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/10/actually-ew-no-this-is-how-i-look.html' title=''/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCHLyIsLoI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9I2vGGlj-dY/s72-c/%5Bmeclose.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-2351461711267208012</id><published>2007-10-25T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:06:16.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, i have TOTALLY done my homework already. Kinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/stickers"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0;" src="http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/133/99/bumper_volcano.xd0zh0tg9f.jpg" alt="online dating" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Free &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/states/126/california"&gt;California Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background: url('http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/603/774/spelling.bry1fgxv2m.jpg') no-repeat; width: 265px; height: 182px;"&gt;&lt;a style="display: block; text-align: center; padding-top: 127px;  height: 35px; font-size: 24px; font-family: Times New Roman, serif; text-decoration: none; color: #fff;" href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/view/blogger-spelling"&gt;I Scored a 100%!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;small&gt;Meet &lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/states/126/california"&gt;California Singles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohohohohoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;i would like to register my annoyance at trilogies where the first story ends properly, and the second simply ends with '....yeah, read the next book, i couldn't be stuffed writing THREE endings!!!'&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;annoying, especially when you really really really wanted an ending...and a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now very rich and much prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paramountpublicationhouse.com/images/Health&amp;Beauty/BrandsBeauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.paramountpublicationhouse.com/images/Health&amp;Beauty/BrandsBeauty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCGRCIsLnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rGNs0-0dyF8/s1600-h/IGPete%2BAli_Shescrazy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCGRCIsLnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rGNs0-0dyF8/s320/IGPete%2BAli_Shescrazy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125244003136843378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-2351461711267208012?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/2351461711267208012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=2351461711267208012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/2351461711267208012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/2351461711267208012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok-i-have-totally-done-my-homework.html' title='Ok, i have TOTALLY done my homework already. Kinda'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RyCGRCIsLnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rGNs0-0dyF8/s72-c/IGPete%2BAli_Shescrazy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-2268895212364352117</id><published>2007-09-08T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T15:26:35.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I be forgiven?</title><content type='html'>I have joined facebook...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-2268895212364352117?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/2268895212364352117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=2268895212364352117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/2268895212364352117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/2268895212364352117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-i-be-forgiven.html' title='Can I be forgiven?'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7407304691302967859</id><published>2007-08-28T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:44:41.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100....?</title><content type='html'>According to the system, this is my 100th post.&lt;br /&gt;feels like my 1000th.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;it is me, again, speaking, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RtQVNqSyWMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pqJRVIIvfFE/s1600-h/IMGP1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RtQVNqSyWMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pqJRVIIvfFE/s400/IMGP1642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103727602153183426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photo makes me laugh, and so shall it make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...sad state of affairs when what looks like tom's murderous tendancies are all that can amuse me.&lt;br /&gt;like today - brett was ranting, and i felt so much better once he had.&lt;br /&gt;OH! OH!&lt;br /&gt;AWKWARD TURTLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;made with turtle hand gesture. go forth and spread it - i love the awkward turtle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the moon turned a different colour. big whoop (LOL AHHH...MAKING PEOPLE ANGRY.... :D)&lt;br /&gt;i think i need more hugs. i hereby give my decree that i need more hugs.&lt;br /&gt;probably from girls tho...guy hugs are too political (heeehee, follow that line of thought!)&lt;br /&gt;anyone got any good ideas for a memory verse youth group game? - high school ag, i know, its old for a memory verse, but it's worked well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danke shön,&lt;br /&gt;her imperial majesty, alison janet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinchillas.com/newsletter/images/royalpersianpressrelease/Royal-Persian-Angora-Chinch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.chinchillas.com/newsletter/images/royalpersianpressrelease/Royal-Persian-Angora-Chinch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is Rory, the Royal Persian Angora Chinchilla. How cute is he?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7407304691302967859?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7407304691302967859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7407304691302967859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7407304691302967859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7407304691302967859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/08/100.html' title='100....?'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RtQVNqSyWMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/pqJRVIIvfFE/s72-c/IMGP1642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7090706240889546196</id><published>2007-07-31T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:39:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYC HIGH-FIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rq8tLSqvF_I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ocx5oL8MdIQ/s1600-h/IMGP4872.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rq8tLSqvF_I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ocx5oL8MdIQ/s400/IMGP4872.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093339375592216562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rq8tLSqvGAI/AAAAAAAAADs/ajFMsazQvoU/s1600-h/IMGP4874.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rq8tLSqvGAI/AAAAAAAAADs/ajFMsazQvoU/s400/IMGP4874.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093339375592216578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee, aren't we beautiful people...&lt;br /&gt;oh shut up - you smell.&lt;br /&gt;lol. It rocked, it went too fast, and it encouraged me a great deal, as well as providing me with even MORE friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;love it.&lt;br /&gt;-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7090706240889546196?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7090706240889546196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7090706240889546196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7090706240889546196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7090706240889546196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/07/myc-high-five.html' title='MYC HIGH-FIVE!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rq8tLSqvF_I/AAAAAAAAADk/Ocx5oL8MdIQ/s72-c/IMGP4872.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-796573532392289027</id><published>2007-07-04T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T15:56:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RotR63soCcI/AAAAAAAAADc/zFnGfunNBb0/s1600-h/17-33-54-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RotR63soCcI/AAAAAAAAADc/zFnGfunNBb0/s400/17-33-54-sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083246676243122626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have the flu. I hate the flu. Everything looks like this, and i'm too heavy, and i'm overheated, and i can't breathe through my throat, and my stomach likes to keep me guessing - does it hurt because i only ate a little, or does it hurt because i ate?&lt;br /&gt;not to mention the immense amount of frustration i get from...everything.&lt;br /&gt;gggrrr.&lt;br /&gt;a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-796573532392289027?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/796573532392289027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=796573532392289027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/796573532392289027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/796573532392289027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/07/dizzy.html' title='Dizzy'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RotR63soCcI/AAAAAAAAADc/zFnGfunNBb0/s72-c/17-33-54-sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-291380782365502674</id><published>2007-06-14T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:46:40.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOM POSTED ON HIS BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Seriously. That's all i'm here to say.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm feeling a lot better, i've been better informed about degree stuff, and i had my last ever french exam today, and it wasn't a total catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;See, i even found you all a calming soothing picture to show you how calm and soothed i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stevehiggs.com/artwork/fullsize/serenity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.stevehiggs.com/artwork/fullsize/serenity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hugs for all, sparkle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-291380782365502674?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/291380782365502674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=291380782365502674' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/291380782365502674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/291380782365502674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/06/tom-posted-on-his-blog.html' title='TOM POSTED ON HIS BLOG!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-4202804632042298771</id><published>2007-06-13T13:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:26:45.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOooooooo.....That was not pleasant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm99az8fg6I/AAAAAAAAADU/d9jCoP4K7p0/s1600-h/King_cobra_at_snake_farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm99az8fg6I/AAAAAAAAADU/d9jCoP4K7p0/s400/King_cobra_at_snake_farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075413204643840930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm99RT8fg5I/AAAAAAAAADM/PIF-aYda-sU/s1600-h/meandfan%7B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm99RT8fg5I/AAAAAAAAADM/PIF-aYda-sU/s400/meandfan%7B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075413041435083666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look in the eyes. It's the same expression...&lt;br /&gt;I became properly angry a few minutes ago, and did not enjoy it, i hated it, so much so that i became angrier.&lt;br /&gt;It is of no consequence why i became angry, suffice to say that it was degree-related, but i think it is interesting that the sensation was so abhorrent and so violent, and i was quite surprised by it.&lt;br /&gt;I realise that i am not typically an angry person. Passionate, yes, vocal - with a vengeance! But not angry - i was unable to think to myself that the situation had other layers, that there were reasons behind people's actions, that i should consider the possibility that an individual might be having problems - my mind would have none of it, i was furious at what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like that feeling. I can't think properly when it happens, and i can't do anything either. All i do while it remains is stand still, while a battle goes on within me to either poisonously curse those involved, and hold the furious heat close to me, or to let the feelings ebb and push them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better at the moment, i am calm again, but it shook me up.&lt;br /&gt;geh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-4202804632042298771?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/4202804632042298771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=4202804632042298771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4202804632042298771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4202804632042298771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/06/oooooooooooothat-was-not-pleasant.html' title='OOOOOooooooo.....That was not pleasant'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm99az8fg6I/AAAAAAAAADU/d9jCoP4K7p0/s72-c/King_cobra_at_snake_farm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-6111014133761789339</id><published>2007-06-12T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:40:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no you DIDN'T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5JqT8fg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/nff_ggDMeSY/s1600-h/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5JqT8fg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/nff_ggDMeSY/s400/anger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075074821350458194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT IS GOING ON?????&lt;br /&gt;School of Education ppl at uni have COMPLETELY ALTERED REQUISITES FOR MY COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;A MASSIVE amount of my units may have been rendered useless because someone doesn't want them to count!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO SOMEONE MID-DEGREE! I'M GOING TO BE AT UNI FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5MEz8fg2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gwmr1G8yx9c/s1600-h/King_cobra_at_snake_farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5MEz8fg2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Gwmr1G8yx9c/s400/King_cobra_at_snake_farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075077475640247138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooooooooooooohhhh striking wrath of alison will be outpoured.&lt;br /&gt;unless of course they say my french units count. then i'll only have to redo maths. which is still nasty, but not as bad as 2 1/2 yrs of my life going up in smoke. just maths is better. Plus today is 25 months with Tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5NMD8fg3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c-QVGwipcB0/s1600-h/smiley_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5NMD8fg3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/c-QVGwipcB0/s400/smiley_face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075078699705926514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-6111014133761789339?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/6111014133761789339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=6111014133761789339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/6111014133761789339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/6111014133761789339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-no-you-didnt.html' title='Oh no you DIDN&apos;T!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/Rm5JqT8fg1I/AAAAAAAAACs/nff_ggDMeSY/s72-c/anger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-4892919809492959651</id><published>2007-05-29T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:22:41.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RlwjWBKb9NI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdDRy3jQYoo/s1600-h/Dragons57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RlwjWBKb9NI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdDRy3jQYoo/s400/Dragons57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069966141688640722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok. I KNOW this is the way i sometimes portray/present myself (BTW how cool is this dragon!) but BE IT KNOWN  to the blogging community, i am actually trying to calm myself down and be a little more...helpful.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying not to rise to the bait anymore, trying not to dominate conversations anymore, trying not to be unhelpfully obnoxious anymore, and trying not to hit anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is only now that i realise how well i am known for these things, and that makes me really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are self-explanatory, i spose my cheekiness is one that isn't obvious, but i know that it is unhelpful and unkind, springing from a self-satisfaction i have nurtured and am appalled by.&lt;br /&gt;At this stage I have managed a couple of not-rising-to-the-bait reaction, though i know i failed to do so at least 3 times today, i attempted not to dominate conversation at GAP today, and at Bible study tonight i suceeded - but that was made easy...we were told we had to run through our study quickly to do other church business, a friend warned me that meant i wouldn't be able to talk, and i was so ashamed i didnt speak for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;Being obnoxious is easy, and i haven't managed to avoid that properly. Not hitting anyone...mainly, well, completely, i mean not hitting Tom, nor tickling him. i do that sometimes to make him do what i want. LOL. mainly tickling. i sometimes hit him on the hand if he says something to make me react. this is a cycle i have instigated by reacting.&lt;br /&gt;i have tried not to respond in this way when he's being silly, so far ok, and i have only tickled him once recently, and not upsetting him nor manipulating him. so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds like i'm upset that people won't let me talk, so i won't talk at all, so there!but i have seen negative effects of this behaviour. not much, but enough to make me realise that it actually ISN'T just a fun part of my character, it's an outworking of my own ego. and i cannot stand it. it's disgusting - which sounds like i'm so good for rejecting it - but it is part of ME! i have held onto it, thinking i was clever and funny and right where others were wrong.&lt;br /&gt;it left so little room for respect, love and concern for others. it's got to go, God has shown me that, but as you have seen, it's not a fast process.&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds extreme, silence is involved in a lot of this process, but it's not believing that my opinion and thoughts don't deserve ANY airtime, it's just that it'll be good for me. i need a clear line to stick to - once i know how to shut up, and am capable of it, i'll be able to speak more wisely.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously i won't be silent all the time coz i do lead a couple of things, but in general, and esp at meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This behaviour isn't self-controlled, nor gentle, nor peaceful, nor patient, nor loving....it has no part with the Spirit in me changing me. i know i won't be able to make myself perfect, that i will not be perfect before the New Creation, but i do know that God changes us, and this is the next thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me and challenge me about how it's going, and at times if i say inappropriate things, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;love, sparkle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-4892919809492959651?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/4892919809492959651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=4892919809492959651' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4892919809492959651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4892919809492959651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RlwjWBKb9NI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdDRy3jQYoo/s72-c/Dragons57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5667794694855885598</id><published>2007-05-15T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T21:25:53.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee hee, Tom is lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RksGFBKb9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/pevUD9sym0w/s1600-h/IGTom%2BAli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RksGFBKb9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/pevUD9sym0w/s200/IGTom%2BAli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065148889189577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RkmqMdpzoxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wB0oumgdvRc/s1600-h/IGTom%2BAlison.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RkmqMdpzoxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/wB0oumgdvRc/s200/IGTom%2BAlison.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064766387049964306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   2 years. :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RksFyBKb9LI/AAAAAAAAACU/qKcc4uwJQmU/s1600-h/IGTomAli%7D%7D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RksFyBKb9LI/AAAAAAAAACU/qKcc4uwJQmU/s200/IGTomAli%7D%7D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065148562772063410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5667794694855885598?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5667794694855885598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5667794694855885598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/05/tee-hee-tom-is-lovely.html' title='Tee hee, Tom is lovely'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RksGFBKb9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/pevUD9sym0w/s72-c/IGTom%2BAli.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-3594843733792063245</id><published>2007-05-04T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:20:07.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrah! and hmmmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RjsVKNpzooI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2b2fm7IarlI/s1600-h/Brilliant_Blue_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RjsVKNpzooI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2b2fm7IarlI/s320/Brilliant_Blue_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060661871488770690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/jennifer/Desktop/Brilliant_Blue_sm.jpg" alt="" /&gt;I am halfway thru a great prac. All the teaching stuff we've been told for the past 2 years actually works!&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNEW?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  i got my green p's this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;and i bought shoes that i found out were $20 off as they were scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;and monday is mystery night...can anyone tell me anything good that's in Wynyard?! i must discover this before Tom reveals it! i gotta know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. friday nights aren't too cool. i work early tomorrow morning and everyone goes out so i'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm...Equip on the 12th of may. Something else on the twelfth of may. yay for something. something is cool. something seemed unlikely, but something will arrive and will be, as usual, very happy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RjsWlNpzoqI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y3tmvMn_WGM/s1600-h/149805a%7EHeart-White-Chocolate-with-Dark-Chocolates-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RjsWlNpzoqI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y3tmvMn_WGM/s320/149805a%7EHeart-White-Chocolate-with-Dark-Chocolates-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060663434856866466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(believe me, it would be more annoying if i just said it. there was a disturbing photo of me appearing to eat his ear at manda's party in em's photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYC is coming up! Can i hear it for MYC????????&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not get any sleep this time. last year i kept going to bed at only late hours. missed all the fun. know better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmm....lil quiet. lil bored. lil glad prac is over soon, i miss seeing people at uni. people are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night people. take care of your pets.&lt;br /&gt;God loves you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-3594843733792063245?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/3594843733792063245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=3594843733792063245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3594843733792063245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3594843733792063245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/05/hurrah-and-hmmmm.html' title='Hurrah! and hmmmm.....'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RjsVKNpzooI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2b2fm7IarlI/s72-c/Brilliant_Blue_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-6838916316037225909</id><published>2007-04-18T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:38:05.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or, to save on postage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RiX09S3zjBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UApoV45A1H4/s1600-h/%7B-IMGP1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RiX09S3zjBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UApoV45A1H4/s320/%7B-IMGP1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054715490668350482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...i love emperor's new groove so very very much.&lt;br /&gt;today has been very littl..ly interesting...i just sit around the house and pretend to study...i have only two assignments, which is indeed a blessing, and they are...doable. Finding the motivation to stop filling in the edges of research and WRITE SOMETHING DOWN is very like finding the motivation to get up in the morning i.e. it does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom's at work. Poor Tom (no one else gets the thrill of saying that about a real person, when it's also a line from Shakespeare do they. Kate? Kathy? Anybody???)&lt;br /&gt;but he doesn't mind work that much. He's going to call me later on...and i'm going to say its ABC NIGHT! ill call you back!!!&lt;br /&gt;...hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else going to Kyckstart? i'm being a leader - is anyone else being a leader and going this weekend? anyone? at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyed my hair black again. still looks...black. looks a teeny bit wrong. DAMN YOU NICE'N EASY!!!&lt;br /&gt;tho, to be honest, it was rather nice...n' easy. And it'll look convincingly anime. anime characters' hair never looks believable, so this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, unsurprisingly, the story i've started writing is going along swimmingly! i'm using it as a study break activity. no prizes for guessing what's flourishing and what's dying. i'm already up to 5 pages!!!&lt;br /&gt;no, you can't read it. it's MINE. my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is also still clean. the phenomena are following me around!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuummmm...ill go get my quotes.&lt;br /&gt;(near Easter[HAPPY EASTER!] - everyone else is having cake)&lt;br /&gt;me:is everyone too caked up to have hot cross buns?&lt;br /&gt;mum:yes - we'll have them tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;me:what about me?&lt;br /&gt;mum:alright, you can have one...of the crushed ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afro-ben: It's always safe to give chocolates to a girl - unless she's lactose-intolerant&lt;br /&gt;me:or allergic to nuts&lt;br /&gt;katherine: yeah, coz then she might die.&lt;br /&gt;a-ben:and that'd be embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;robbo:(near a full bag)whose bag - who shops at jeans west?&lt;br /&gt;jenny: they're science textbooks, don't step on them, or ill hit them...with...you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel:i dont want to go to the cafe!it stinks!&lt;br /&gt;me:stinks like happiness!&lt;br /&gt;mark: mmm...smells like teen spirit [BONUS POINT!!]&lt;br /&gt;on that happy note, night!spicksnspecks is on!&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-6838916316037225909?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/6838916316037225909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=6838916316037225909' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/6838916316037225909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/6838916316037225909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/04/or-to-save-on-postage.html' title='Or, to save on postage...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RiX09S3zjBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/UApoV45A1H4/s72-c/%7B-IMGP1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-5599501777043955784</id><published>2007-04-02T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:44:27.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RhD5xeptRoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HzqyO-U-yhM/s1600-h/IMGP1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RhD5xeptRoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HzqyO-U-yhM/s320/IMGP1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048809810719229570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading of the day - 2 Peter 1:4-8...add to your faith goodness; and to goodness , knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control; perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love.   For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i KNOW that it's way overquoted and that being glib is easy, but i copied it out for two reasons&lt;br /&gt;a) read the wider bit. it's cool and important.&lt;br /&gt;b) it portrays this whole journey! now this isn't like, the only way to see it, but something cool is that you have faith, then you add goodness, and desire good things, then you desire to know more about God with knowledge, but then instead of being all boastful of how much you know, you are humble and self-controlled about what you say, then you persevere in this, instead of being depressed by our nature to boast, then we pursue godliness as we seek to be like Him, then instead of being isolated from others, we reach out to them in brotherly kindness, and with this increased regard and care we serve others truly, thus loving them!&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;hey, i got excited.&lt;br /&gt;OW!SNEEZING IS NOW PAINFUL!!! i got involved in a it's-earth-hour-how-do-we-kill-an-hour madness, and was in a push-ups competition. REAL PUSH-UPS. I DID MANY. NOW I HURT. ppl at work made me laugh, and were thus unkind.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should change my butterfly fairy picture to something else, as my hair is now by no stretch of the imagination golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the following spiel is probably directed more at the guys i know. or maybe more for their benefit. or just....i don't know. it's silly anyway coz few guys read this blog. to the others not concerned, please just keep what is said in mind. Tom would ask why i care about things that are said sometimes, when they are usually jokes, and even if not, why do i care what people think?&lt;br /&gt;i care what people think. specific people. specific people whose opinions matter to me because they are my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Despite people's impressions (and perhaps my own silliness), people do seem to think I am a witch. Which is to say, i am aware that i seem agressive and rise to the bait OFTEN (even when not baited), but i am getting a little fragile when it is insinuated that i have Tom whipped. even my sister thinks that, though she just thinks that coz she doesn't know how i'm different being 20, not 10. When i was 10 i was very manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;But i would like to think that many of my friendships now are not based on manipulation, that in fact i have many friends who care about me, and know i care about them. that i am somewhat giving, and sympathetic, and that i try to help and listen to others. the operative word being TRY.&lt;br /&gt;By extension, i think i am a similarly caring girlfriend. thus i am no tyrant, i DO NOT BEAT TOM UP, and that i do not think women=good men=bad.&lt;br /&gt;in fact several times i have found myself unable to cope and my head in stupidland, and Tom has been there to pull me through and take the initiative, and lead me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you heard me. Lead me. NO , i am not getting ready to pounce for marriage, NO i am not acting married, NO  i am not making any sort of value statement as reagrds women and men in society...i don't think i'd be taken seriously in what i say.&lt;br /&gt;Tom is often the strong one. i am blessed with him. i wish people would stop insinuating that i am heartless, cruel, hate him, and push him around...&lt;br /&gt;i actually think he's the most wonderful boy...and i try to take such good care of him...&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not angry and i know i should just laugh at the joke as it was meant but it hurts so much after a while, at some point, when it's such an in-joke, i start to take it seriously and get really worried about how i treat Tom. then i retreat into myself and am scared to do anything coz someone might say something.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please stop saying i control him. please stop saying i beat him. please stop saying i dont listen to him and am cruel and heartless...it's not funny. it's really not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was ok today, as i finally went in the right frame of mind, not leaning on my own capacity but trusting in God to sustain me. that doesn't mean that i didn't eat or anything, that would be contrary to the Bible making very clear that the eating process is important, but i didn't depend on myself to survive mentally, and cleared out a lot of the junk going on in my head. some weird stuff is seen at the shops, and sometimes i almost feel judgmental of the people i see, as though i were above them...as though i alone understood the right way to handle life...&lt;br /&gt;But my vision is just as flawed, my heart just as prone to evil, my mind just as warped. Now i can see that better and love people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how to change a tyre!! i feel such a sense of increased safety on the road...though actually i never had a sense of danger...but no matter, it was a mystery before, but now i am FEARLESS!&lt;br /&gt;till something else goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND i finished an assignment due THURSDAY!record for my uni life! don't worry, i still have 2 french compositions to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i am a little cool.&lt;br /&gt;love from nana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-5599501777043955784?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/5599501777043955784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=5599501777043955784' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5599501777043955784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/5599501777043955784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/04/ill-turn-him-into-flea-harmless-little.html' title='I&apos;ll turn him into a flea! A harmless little flea...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RhD5xeptRoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HzqyO-U-yhM/s72-c/IMGP1797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-1072224543756944804</id><published>2007-03-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:25:04.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T TELL TOM!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RgkZc8fxjBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XcQKg3oPzL8/s1600-h/IMGP1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RgkZc8fxjBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XcQKg3oPzL8/s320/IMGP1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046592842511780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very naughty girl eating very naughty snacks and drinking very naughty milo...&lt;br /&gt;coz i should be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not, so let's get over that.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'm procrastinating and at the very least i should be working on my TEP290 presentation, but as i said, i'm not, get over it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE QUOTES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ignition -&lt;br /&gt;Roxy: in case you were wondering, i value my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James: i knew a pair of twins, one was left-handed and one was right-handed&lt;br /&gt;Doug: were they naked?&lt;br /&gt;(he had some form of a legitimate reason for asking that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah, coz nothing says fun like quoits!&lt;br /&gt;Pete:except for a person...standing there...saying 'fun'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutor(today, during a presentation): come on, hurry up...no, the cockroach, not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. i have assignments everywhere. and Tom's birthday is on SATURDAY - HE'LL BE 20!!&lt;br /&gt;crazy, Tom no longer a teenager....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't finished working on his present.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i haven't finished ANYTHING cept the assessment for today...and girls bible study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who likes my hair? i quite like it actually, gives me more OOMPH!&lt;br /&gt;and as anyone will tell you, a lady could always use more oomph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night people, sleep tight, hope we're all well, yay HOLIDAYS SOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;x nana&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Tom is so wonderful, he drove me to uni, he stayed around after he was finished, bought me dinner and drove me home!&lt;br /&gt;AND he didn't even freak out when i had a panic attack bout my phone!&lt;br /&gt;BACK OFF LADIES - i saw him first.&lt;br /&gt;well, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;but he's mine now mwahahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-1072224543756944804?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/1072224543756944804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=1072224543756944804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1072224543756944804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1072224543756944804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-tell-tom.html' title='DON&apos;T TELL TOM!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RgkZc8fxjBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XcQKg3oPzL8/s72-c/IMGP1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-7455356728116625595</id><published>2007-03-15T19:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:29:25.476+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO THERE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics.ink19.com/issues/september1999/weird_al_yankovic%202.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://graphics.ink19.com/issues/september1999/weird_al_yankovic%202.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/92/253926955_27ee300883_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/92/253926955_27ee300883_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i am excited about party on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW WEIRD AL YANKOVIC ON TUESDAY AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i ended up sitting in between Tom (on purpose) and my best friend friend Kathy (by a TOTAL fluke) and there was an average comedian and then intermission, then the lights go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the screen up the front is illuminated with blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd goes wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kathy and i: ummm...yeah! we like blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brad(next to kathy): TAKE IT OFF!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then people come out and then WEIRD AL comes out and plays polkarama and it was so exciting to see him...gah! it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;was annoyed at ppl on lower level coz they got all this stuff sprayed all over them, whereas we just got to watch them being sprayed with it.&lt;br /&gt;AND in 'wanna b ur lover' he actually sang to audience members, took their hands, stood over them in the chair in front of them, wiggled his butt at some-&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY, some people have all the luck!&lt;br /&gt;afterwards i asked tom if he'd mind if weird al had indecently assaulted me and he responded 'only if it was indecently' which leaves too many questions that don't want answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was decently long, his encore was 'albequerque' (i BELIEVE i spelled that right)...which was ...hilarious. like everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my new #1 on my concert list. i cannot express it appropriately, nor inappropriately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some other QQ's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS: (after his depth of ...deepness is questioned) i'm so deep your feet couldn't touch the bottom...of my SOUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURREALIST JOKE (Q:how many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb? A: Fish)&lt;br /&gt;AMANDA: LOL...wait, that's not a number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: argh! fruit fly! kill it!&lt;br /&gt;TIFF: a drisophilla?&lt;br /&gt;ME: a what?&lt;br /&gt;TIFF: they're really cool to experiment on, coz no-one gives a stuff if they die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go do stuff...see everybody later, enjoy breathing!&lt;br /&gt;xS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-7455356728116625595?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/7455356728116625595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=7455356728116625595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7455356728116625595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/7455356728116625595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-there.html' title='HELLO THERE!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-3705440012646250123</id><published>2007-02-25T09:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T09:20:19.651+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...uni again....(sighs contentedly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;See, something just feels so right about all of this. i am feeling well, i don't have to go to work for a couple of hours, i painted last night, as well as pruning the garden yesterday, cooking, working for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IGNITION!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(please go, you know you want to. really. if you say yes now i won't have to mention it again. think seriously before you cast that offer aside) &lt;/span&gt;reading the Bible...and just generally having a lovely day. while i yet again had to pay an exorbitant amount for uni books, at least i don't have to worry about it anymore and can set about replenishing the gaping hole in my account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have seen the Tea House and am thoroughly impressed. it is UNTHINKABLY clean! and organised...i'd live in the attic if they had one. how awesome would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so rapt only having three subjects this semester. you may recall that last semester i was doing 5.  this is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Kathy's 21st is coming up!!!!hurrah!!!go kathy - serious fun ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i have quotes from last monday night:&lt;br /&gt;me: if in doubt - eat it. (yup, you're right, i DO accept NO responsibility for ANYTHING you do after hearing that - PARTICULARLY if you're a CU boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine p:and this kid said 'if the church can afford to buy new swings, why can't i just have that whole packet of lollies?' and i said 'just shush'&lt;br /&gt;kate: sit down.&lt;br /&gt;katherine p :go and wash my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: what did you do in NZ??&lt;br /&gt;ben (or george, as we affectionately referred to him last thursday): climbed five mountains...&lt;br /&gt;me: you geography people&lt;br /&gt;ben:geology&lt;br /&gt;me:whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: i have pins and needles.&lt;br /&gt;bec: i'll poke it?&lt;br /&gt;kate:please don't.&lt;br /&gt;bec:with my fork? - it has a bunny rabbit on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: i'm partially moved in&lt;br /&gt;katherine p: then your insanity tolerance level will go woo                                                                                                                                                                        OOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                            OOO&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, see?i did it right.&lt;br /&gt;have a fantastic day everybody.&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw - who goes to wednesday, and who goes to thursday, and who wants to be in a skit??&lt;br /&gt;love nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-3705440012646250123?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/3705440012646250123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=3705440012646250123' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3705440012646250123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/3705440012646250123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/02/sighuni-againsighs-contentedly.html' title='Sigh...uni again....(sighs contentedly)'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-4334256749308029966</id><published>2007-02-17T20:16:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T20:30:26.983+09:00</updated><title type='text'>hey...does colour work on this thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Where are you right now? Sitting in front of the ordinateur in the dining room while something bad with ben stiller is on (don't get me wrong, i love some of his films)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What are you listening to right now? No music? Well, listen real hard anyway. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, mum just changed the channel, so West Wing. is better. (is AWESOME!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. This yellow is hard to read, can you see anything yellow from where you are? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the walls of my house...random stuff on the table behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I watched Star Wars (I don't care what anyone says, Star Trek flies in warp circles around them) last night, yes all of them (god what a nerd) ... there should be a question here somewhere ... oh yeah, who, if any is your favorite character? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Star wars...well, Leia obviously....but also the TINY BABY EWOK you see in the last film....when C3PO tells the stories...SO CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Speaking of nerdiness, do you have a secret nerdy thing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apart from the fact that i just revealed im on first-name-basis with star wars characters? how about the fact that i enjoy alliteration? and assonance? scared yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Should I go to bed now? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately, no. i have to clean the kitchen. Yahoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is the most exciting thing to happen this year so far? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oohh...i don't know...something that happened in France...or...whatever... ...... ... seeing theatre in france singing loudly in a cathedral with AWESOME accoustics in Nevers arriving HOME and seeing tom again hitting 1yr 9 months with said boy arriving at Christian Union meeting and seeing friends....or..whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Are you, if you're in my competition, busy taking lots of good pictures?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; lots of AWESOME pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What are you reading right now, would you recommend it to me? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gah, im reading a french book, which i bought coz it was sci-fi and trashy and i just wanted to read in french...and discovered it was NOT brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Can you think of any more questions? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why can't robots clean the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I'm sorry, I just have to do it, I'm embracing the cliche ... if you were on deserted island and could only have one item what would it be? a mango farm. and a Bible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. This is the last question, are you sad? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm slightly frustrated coz i wanna go to a church in emu plains in the morning with Tom, but i can't get the car and he hasnt responded to my informing him of the fact. but not sad........not a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI still painting!&lt;br /&gt;xSparkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-4334256749308029966?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/4334256749308029966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=4334256749308029966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4334256749308029966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/4334256749308029966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/02/heydoes-colour-work-on-this-thing.html' title='hey...does colour work on this thing?'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-1320735698631031543</id><published>2007-02-15T17:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T17:48:01.247+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><title type='text'>I've been manipulated and i don't like it. Mostly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RdQZ5q7m0yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcRzRuWSiLw/s1600-h/IMGP1734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RdQZ5q7m0yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcRzRuWSiLw/s320/IMGP1734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031675162247222050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why have i been forced to change my blog to....ooh! ooh, look at that! the font! it's all...bigger...and nicer! ooh....ooh, it's all quite nice!&lt;br /&gt;oh. well, that's ok then.&lt;br /&gt;moving on (ahem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how is everybody? I'm pretty good actually...slept in, chatted to Tom, read my Bible, painted a picture, watched a dvd and had lunch, then cleaned my room and mended my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't SOUND all that glamorous, but it was a lovely day. Sleeping in was lovely, talking to Tom was great, Bible was Hebrews 3 (staying faithful, encouraging one another, being grateful for God's mercy) painting was awesome, and lunch and cleaning and jeans were enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? See my pretty picture? i love my paints...nobody rip off my pretty picture, it's mine, and i like it. looks better in real life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i had a lovely day. My friends Chris and Rowe got married last saturday, was all lovely.&lt;br /&gt;.....don't know what else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, and i saw Nyssa on monday!yay Nyssa! hmmmm...might put a link to herspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i simply wanted to draw attention to a day i enjoyed, which happens every now and again, and should get more press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love to everybody...yay uni's going back...you miss it...course, you forget about the assignments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! discussion topic - the govt apparently won't comment on earlier sex education in schools, preferring to state that they would simply hope that ppl would wait until they were older and more able to cope with the decision (to have sex). Now, earlier and comprehensive sex education typically responds in ppl waiting longer to lose their virginity and when they do, having safe sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being a christian, am of course of the opinion that sex is designed for marriage by God, who knows what He's doing, and i am obviously living in such a manner - being unmarried, thus waiting for marriage before having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, am i wrong in thinking that simply sitting there saying 'please...please wait' is a worse idea than saying 'it would be a better idea not to, because God made it this way, but if you will, this is what you need to know...' considering that often in the first case, people are still having sex, but younger and with less reliable information, thus making worse and more dangerous decisions than those who make their choices as a result of the second statement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while having sex outside of marriage creates so many complications and damages, surely safe sex outside of marriage is preferable, if it must be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sentence, surely it is better to minimise the damage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do ppl think?&lt;br /&gt;hah, now i gotcha thinkin'.&lt;br /&gt;love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-1320735698631031543?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/1320735698631031543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=1320735698631031543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1320735698631031543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/1320735698631031543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-been-manipulated-and-i-dont-like-it.html' title='I&apos;ve been manipulated and i don&apos;t like it. Mostly.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNK-7TGANH4/RdQZ5q7m0yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bcRzRuWSiLw/s72-c/IMGP1734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-117015466944395553</id><published>2007-01-30T18:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:57:49.696+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it is too hot in your country...ok, ok, OUR country</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/1600/614068/IMGP1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/320/866681/IMGP1462.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i love summer, and the speaking of the english so rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;in this post alison describes the ppl she hung out with through general descriptions and fun quotes taken out of context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO:&lt;br /&gt;there were 8 of us, myself,&lt;br /&gt;ketki&lt;br /&gt;katherine&lt;br /&gt;emma&lt;br /&gt;binafsha&lt;br /&gt;michael&lt;br /&gt;renée&lt;br /&gt;jasmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katherine, using her eyes, manipulates unsuspecting french men to carry her suitcase for her, which is understandable, seeing as it is twice her own body mass. ketki is far too intelligent, far too fashionable, and far too nice :D and we love her. emma has stepped straight from a historical/musical/comical/tragic/romantic/mystery film, and is anxious to return, preserving her being in the meantime in film by photographing herself. binafsha is quelquefois silent, then bursts out laughing at what she's thinking of...she also can be deadly serious. michael is the poster boy for katmandu, hates boots in any context, and can make presque anyone laugh. ANYONE.renée always has buckets of style and is resilient to the point that it's frightening, yet laughs. lives in elizabeth. selon elle, that says everything. however, i live in Sydney, so that goes over my head. jasmin deals with french people, life, confusing films and everything in between very similarly - calmly, yet watchful for the next opportunity to alert the authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QQ's&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:Iced tea in a can&lt;br /&gt;KA:the tea's weird...like watered down&lt;br /&gt;ME:yeah, they do that&lt;br /&gt;KA:(bitterly) Bastards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:None...&lt;br /&gt;KA:You can't give birth when you're dead...or can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:Just before leaving one of the few cafes of Vichy&lt;br /&gt;KA:Hmm,but maybe an english guy wouldnt swear&lt;br /&gt;ME:I think they're actually quite fami-&lt;br /&gt;KA:EAT THAT FORSAKEN BROWNIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:...self-explanatory...ish&lt;br /&gt;RENEE:lets do something tonight&lt;br /&gt;KA:Lets go get hospitalised...i want a drip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:photos&lt;br /&gt;EMMA:Yeah, i take photos of myself when i'm bored (takes photo of a sausage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:conversation about conversations...in french&lt;br /&gt;ME:it's really hard to fake surprise&lt;br /&gt;EM:or interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:bus trip, and photos&lt;br /&gt;BINAFSHA:B tired, B sleep now. (puts coat over her head)&lt;br /&gt;EM:ok alison, pose: you are a snail(B instantly rips coat off head, then inspects photos)&lt;br /&gt;B:oh, you DO look like a snail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:em's new hat&lt;br /&gt;ME:Joli chapeau dude&lt;br /&gt;EM:thanks&lt;br /&gt;KETKI:Oh!its a kepi!&lt;br /&gt;EM:ok...yay, i have a kepi&lt;br /&gt;KA:Sounds like a disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:conversation de host families&lt;br /&gt;KA: She's likes noone lives near here, and im like ok...she's like i am your only friend and im like ok...as long as you feed me...i'm best friends with everyone who feeds me...(shocked)i'm like a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:on bus&lt;br /&gt;ME:Has everyone got their seatbelt on?&lt;br /&gt;B:Yes mum (ok, i know three ppl read that and laughed)&lt;br /&gt;JASMIN:Not me, i'm just a rebel without a cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:odd names&lt;br /&gt;JA:I know two brothers that are named Citizen and Wellington...they're really hot tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:looking up words&lt;br /&gt;KA:Yeah, nuque means nape of the neck&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL:What?naked men?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:...french culture conversation...that went on a while&lt;br /&gt;EM:Imagine...mixed french chinese food...stir-fried endive...with cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:australia day evening...after wine...and singing of australian songs...&lt;br /&gt;EM:I'd swear there's a song about koalas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONTEXT:...bathrooms...&lt;br /&gt;EM:Yeah, anytime you're in trouble, just start kneeing the furniture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have put in french...its a subtle process...ill have you all speaking french before you know where you are!!!!hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;"ah ah, en français!"&lt;br /&gt;honhonhonhonhonhonhonhonhon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, kidding, i love english so much.&lt;br /&gt;night all, i am getting more tireder, and i haven't slept much...since sunday...what is it, tuesday?oh...good.&lt;br /&gt;hugs, sparkle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-117015466944395553?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/117015466944395553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=117015466944395553' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/117015466944395553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/117015466944395553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-is-too-hot-in-your-countryok-ok-our.html' title='it is too hot in your country...ok, ok, OUR country'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116985107943112785</id><published>2007-01-27T07:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T07:37:59.486+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...mixed emotions suck</title><content type='html'>yay, posting from the mije in paris!&lt;br /&gt;ok, there is no way i can sum up everything that has happened in the past month and a half, it's impossible, so much has happened, ive seen so many english...things, spent an awesome Christmas with family ive never met before, had a new years eve that was...well, part of it was great, and part of it id prefer not to recall.&lt;br /&gt;australia day where i am...the others have gone to an australian pub.&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the howls. why am i not with them?&lt;br /&gt;a)its 10 past eleven, and im tired&lt;br /&gt;b)im desperately trying to throw this cold before i get home&lt;br /&gt;c) i have nothing good/pretty to wear, its all skivvies, jeans and ugly yet practical boots, wearing anything more festive would strengthen this cold tenfold( i have like,ONE nice outfit, which im saving for tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;d)im trying to save the money i have left, id prefer not to throw it away on overpriced alcool(everything here is overpriced)&lt;br /&gt;e)id get way too paranoid about security and would try to take care of whatever posessions i take with me, and wouldnt have fun.&lt;br /&gt;f)id be the only one not comfortably tipsy/drunk, and that is rarely ever amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IM NOT GOING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt think id be sad to leave...well, not very sad. but now i can feel the cracks as everyone organises to be able to catch their planes, and i feel sad coz ill miss all these ppl ive spent this month with, theyre all lovely.&lt;br /&gt;and my french is like the bomb now...i mean, never perfect, but who cares!even french people make mistakes, so thats not so serious,and i basically get the hang of whats going on. i wouldnt work in a francophone job, but apart from that, im very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to come home. i have to have to have to have to have to have to come home.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been to church this month, which obviously has left a mark, have managed to read Bible and pray...fairly often, when you dont for a few days you realise as soon as you start again why you need to. somehow reading the Bible has the added effect of making me forget all the little things that get to me, all the worries about myself, all my vanity and selfishness, all the things i waste time thinking about just vanish and its such a relief. we praise God everyday, He is good everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ive missed tom so much...by now it's like i can barely remember some things, but i remember that i forgot them, and that hurts so much more. if i ever come back here, he's coming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SUMMER.GAH how i miss summer!!!!it was below 4 yesterday...today it wasnt so bad coz i didnt go out much, but there is a reason we're all sick!!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS WARMTH.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate layering up clothes so much. i also hate my coat. it makes me look like a marshmallow, and while it keeps me warm, i do not enjoy permanently looking like a marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss my family and everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get tired a lot here too. the sun isnt up properly until 8-9ish in the morning,and it goes down at 5, so you live it the dark, and it makes me sleepy. getting up is so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this was great. specially staying with host families(familles d'accueille...pronounced fam-ie da-kay-ie) who were LOVELY to me,who spoke such little english that i just had to get by, and i did, and they were always there to help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, i was really glad to be here, but im really glad to be going home day after tomorrow...and the next day...and the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn flights. plz pray for me on the planes. PLZ pray for the ppl on this thing, that they might know Christ...some of them are looking for Him, some aren't, but they all need Him desperately. as we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all.DOES ANYONE WANT A KEYRING???NOW IS THE TIME TO ASK!!!&lt;br /&gt;of course, would look out for the 'my friend went to france and all i got was this lousy keyring' but i dont think they have them.quel dommage.&lt;br /&gt;YES, there will be more french on this blog from now on. partly coz its in my head and makes up part of my thoughts, like a mechanical arm.&lt;br /&gt;mainly coz itll drive Tom bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you all. take care of yourselves, and look both ways crossing the road.&lt;br /&gt;a bientot, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;p.s. quotable quotes coming soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116985107943112785?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116985107943112785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116985107943112785' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116985107943112785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116985107943112785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2007/01/sighmixed-emotions-suck.html' title='Sigh...mixed emotions suck'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116583427010918028</id><published>2006-12-11T19:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T19:51:10.180+09:00</updated><title type='text'>NO, I HAVE NO PHOTOS ON THIS POST. MAYBE LATER!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;in spite of matt's protests, i will now list all my nte quotes in one post.&lt;br /&gt;hey, am i the only one that wasnt consulted of the blacktown ppl on nte's best quote???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here we go:&lt;br /&gt;DRIVING TO CANBERRA(present- me, allison, jasmin, sarah, sandy):&lt;br /&gt;allison:i'm using a banana to change gears!&lt;br /&gt;jasmin: oh no, we're all going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allison:hey, look at the gorge...thing...river!&lt;br /&gt;alison:yay for the gorge-thing-river!&lt;br /&gt;jaz:are we there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXHIBITIONS OF EM'S...EM-NESS:&lt;br /&gt;question: why did you get to bed so late?&lt;br /&gt;em: i was ironing and lost track of time&lt;br /&gt;question(about em's bandaged finger):so, itll be alright?&lt;br /&gt;em:yeah, itll grow back!(noone but kate or i seemed amused...but kate and i were almost suffocating with mirth)&lt;br /&gt;question:how late did you stay up?&lt;br /&gt;em: just until one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERAL CANBERRA STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;alison:you're so evil matt&lt;br /&gt;matt:tell me something i dont know&lt;br /&gt;katherine t: i like frozen peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matt: i bring joy everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em:there is nothing i'd like better than you to drive over me in your car (NOT ADVISED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate:ok, wake me up when you make a decision&lt;br /&gt;ben+doug: WAKE ME UP, BEFORE YOU GO-GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bec:moses supposes his toeses are roses, but moses supposes erroneously (to get bec to write that down, i had to promise to only speak in 'what's up doc?' movie quotes for 5 minutes. i did it, too. EUNICE?there's a person called eunice?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jason: advance, ducks!(i have no explanation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kate:WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!&lt;br /&gt;amanda: i said katus can't take honesty&lt;br /&gt;kate:OH, WELL...that's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a random guy with a movie camera showed up to chat's cafe as we were lining up, and amanda was worried that her nose was red)&lt;br /&gt;kate(trying to make amanda less self-concious):charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised (Proverbs...towards the back)&lt;br /&gt;alison:yeah. and the camera guy just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda:this tastes funny&lt;br /&gt;alison:does it taste like poison?&lt;br /&gt;bec:what does poison taste like?&lt;br /&gt;alison:if i knew that, i'd be dead&lt;br /&gt;em:you could be rescued&lt;br /&gt;amanda:STOMACH PUMP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO BLACKTOWN:&lt;br /&gt;allison:yay!petrol station!now we don't have to stop on the freeway!&lt;br /&gt;alison:with a sign saying 'CU people, pull over, we need to syphon your petrol".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT BLACKTOWN:&lt;br /&gt;(chris is playing with toys...happily.too happily)&lt;br /&gt;bella:you're enjoying those toys aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;chris: i was deprived as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after bec, kath, bella and i had REPREATEDLY performed the sheep dance...and been recorded...we were about to leave. we went to lock up...)&lt;br /&gt;matt:no, its ok, mike's over there, behind the screen.&lt;br /&gt;bella:oh...so he's been there the WHOLE time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after a good 10-15mins packing away all the cups and plates on the table, and JUST managing to make them fit in the cases...)&lt;br /&gt;jasmin:you know what i just realised? there are still cups on the tables!&lt;br /&gt;alison: -headfloor-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(arriving at the park)&lt;br /&gt;alison:wonderful driving madam!&lt;br /&gt;kate:wonderful navigation!&lt;br /&gt;alison:why thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;bec:it's self-congratulation sunday!&lt;br /&gt;alison:better than nudity thursday&lt;br /&gt;bella:don't wanna know, don't want to kno-ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(leaving the park)&lt;br /&gt;katherine:we're going to adrian's. he's a got an Xbox.&lt;br /&gt;bec:does he have a couch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou all.&lt;br /&gt;go blacktown east pressie!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;~Sparkle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116583427010918028?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116583427010918028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116583427010918028' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116583427010918028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116583427010918028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-i-have-no-photos-on-this-post-maybe.html' title='NO, I HAVE NO PHOTOS ON THIS POST. MAYBE LATER!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116487773622359127</id><published>2006-11-30T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:08:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM POWERLESS TO DO ANYTHING BUT POST</title><content type='html'>IN THE MOMENTS AFTER I LASTED POSTED, I WAS LOOKING AT OTHER PEOPLE'S BLOGS...&lt;br /&gt;I VISITED EM'S (VISIT IT!I COMPEL YOU!!) AS I AM WONT TO DO...&lt;br /&gt;I DISCOVERED A TRULY TERRIBLE TRUTH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KATUS IS NOT AN AUSTEN FAN, IN FACT SHE DISLIKES AUSTEN'S WRITINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPON DISCOVERING THIS, I FELT COMMENTING ON EM'S BLOG ABOUT IT WOULD NOT, COULD NOT REGISTER MY EXTREME SHOCK AND HORROR AT MY DISCOVERY (BUT NORMALLY IT COULD, COMMENT ON EM'S BLOG NOW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOR DID I BELIEVE THAT A COMMENT ON KATUSVILLE (A WORTHY PLACE TO VISIT!)COULD PROPERLY REPRESENT THE EFFECTS OF THE REVELATION THAT I HAVE UNDERGONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE SICK FEELING IN MY STOMACH AT THE THOUGHT THAT KATUS DOES NOT HAVE A &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SIMPACTICO&lt;/span&gt; WITH THOSE OF US WHO LOVE AUSTEN'S WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUSTEN IS TRULY ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; BECAUSE MANY WOULD INCLUDE HER IN A CANON OF LITERARY WORKS, SIMPLY BECAUSE SHE SEEMS TO BE POPULAR WITH PEOPLE WHO ENJOY OLD ENGLISH WORKS,&lt;br /&gt;BUT BECAUSE HER BOOKS ARE FUNNY, INTERESTING AND WORTH THE TIME YOU GIVE THEM, UNLIKE MANY OTHER BOOKS I REFUSE TO MENTION. THE CHARACTERS ARE INTRIGUING, AND I AM HEARTBROKEN TO THINK THAT THE JOY I HAVE RECIEVED FROM READING AUSTEN'S BOOKS IS COMPLETELY DENIED TO KATUS, WHO HAS CUT HERSELF OFF FROM THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, ANYONE, EVERYONE, TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM YOURSELF. THEY ARE FASCINATING. NOT CHICK-LIT. EVEN TOM LIKES THEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH A DUE SENSE OF LOSS AND &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DOULEUR&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;SPARKLE*&lt;br /&gt;p.s. georgette heyer rocks too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116487773622359127?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116487773622359127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116487773622359127' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116487773622359127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116487773622359127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-powerless-to-do-anything-but-post.html' title='I AM POWERLESS TO DO ANYTHING BUT POST'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116487642311321988</id><published>2006-11-30T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:24:28.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm winning at cards...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/1600/990092/Rheam%20Sleepingbeautylrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/320/30602/Rheam%20Sleepingbeautylrg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well!i think we all know a little more about each other now...don't you feel excited by all the discoveries we've made?&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAAAAAY! NTE! woot! I am rather excited, although I should pack this evening...at some point...when i get off the internet....hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;i helped a friend at church to lead the youth group today..primary years, and it was heaps fun. i got chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;however, i was a little late...she rang me to make sure i was coming, and i had forgotten the time it began...so packed an obliging tom off to the station and drove to church rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;what an obliging young man he is. we bought mike and maddy's wedding present today and IT TOTALLY ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO SORRY if i didn't mention it in conversation (i forgotted to tell kathy, and she was not impressed) I AM LEAVING THIS COUNTRY ON THE 16 OF DECEMBER, AND AM RETURNING TO MY HOMELAND ON THE 2...8TH(?) OF JANUARY!!&lt;br /&gt;I will miss everyone terribly...as well as english in general...please pray that me and my family will be safe...i get rather stressed overseas...something about vast bodies of water amd customs dividing me from my home...gives me the heebie-jeebies.&lt;br /&gt;HAH!movie quote (i have reviewed this, look it up)&lt;br /&gt;1:excuse me, we bozoes have the people&lt;br /&gt;2:yay!the bozoes have the people!&lt;br /&gt;3:where?&lt;br /&gt;1:up there!don't you just love the people?not a very lively bunch though.&lt;br /&gt;3:do you have any...live people?&lt;br /&gt;1:umm...no.only dead ones.&lt;br /&gt;4:well, after all, if it we had the people, it wouldn't be called 'the wild', would it?&lt;br /&gt;3:wait, you mean like, live in a mudhut, wipe yourself with a leaf kind of wild?&lt;br /&gt;1:who wipes??!!&lt;br /&gt;5:oy vey!&lt;br /&gt;4:oy vey everybody!&lt;br /&gt;6(everyone else): OY VEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;teeeeeeeehhheeeeeeeheeee.&lt;br /&gt;tell me what movie that's from!&lt;br /&gt;tom knows, he had to listen to me reciting it as we walked thru westfield.&lt;br /&gt;I found a pretty picture, and i want you all to see it. i hope you all have fun over the next few days (2-10th), I KNOW I WILL!&lt;br /&gt;oh, and call amanda tanya.&lt;br /&gt;how is everybody???&lt;br /&gt;love, sparkle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116487642311321988?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116487642311321988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116487642311321988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116487642311321988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116487642311321988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/11/while-im-winning-at-cards.html' title='While I&apos;m winning at cards...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116436369906181530</id><published>2006-11-24T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T18:45:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL.....i love not being the only one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/1600/759137/22Seesterne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7448/1071/320/639628/22Seesterne.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i signed myself as 'sparkle' on Kate's blog (VISIT KATE'S BLOG!I COMPEL YOU!) coz i felt like it, then i thought that'd be a cool nickname, and then i was wondering how to make ppl start calling me sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to Becca(becca J, not bec f)and i asked how lame it would be it i asked ppl to call me sparkle.&lt;br /&gt;she responded she's always wanted to be called Red.&lt;br /&gt;and so now at least one person calls me sparkle, and one person calls becca Red.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN  i thought if two incredibly cool ppl such as me and becca have wanted nicknames, then &lt;br /&gt;a) it can't be that lame&lt;br /&gt;and b) other ppl may have looked for nicknames!&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;does anyone have a nickname that no-one has had the insight to think of?&lt;br /&gt;anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;ok, if you, don't, make one up.&lt;br /&gt;....no....don't....you'll be stuck with it.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO i have finished, and it is so cool.but i didn't do much today.&lt;br /&gt;that is not the point.&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE organise SOMETHING before i go mad, and before NTE.&lt;br /&gt;(if anyone had the gall to say "GO mad?...?" then i shall amend it to GET MAD.)&lt;br /&gt;how is everybody?and why don't i see anyone on msn??&lt;br /&gt;lots of love, sparkle*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss cu...&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s.OH!and Tom is teaching me how to ride a skateboard!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know enought to know that that is hot.&lt;br /&gt;tho i don't have a skateboard myself.&lt;br /&gt;so eventually i'm just going to distract tom and nick off with his&lt;br /&gt;which makes sense coz his is really nice&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'd have a better chance making him put on trousers than i do stealing his skateboard without him noticing.&lt;br /&gt;-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116436369906181530?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116436369906181530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116436369906181530' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116436369906181530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116436369906181530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/11/loli-love-not-being-only-one.html' title='LOL.....i love not being the only one.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116306789978516427</id><published>2006-11-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:24:59.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay - mostly other ppl's stuff</title><content type='html'>lol, i started writing what you say down again.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, while Chris was writing poetry( ok, serious poetry, very good, well-thought-out,sad poetry, which is actually based on his experience[excellent]but was a little tragic...mainly coz he was a little melancholy) pete, ash, sarah and i kinda went a little crazy with poetry of our own.&lt;br /&gt;well, it would be crazy if it had gone on longer than a verse, but as pete says, when you force poetry like that, you kill it.&lt;br /&gt;pete was insistent we mention a burrito.&lt;br /&gt;we were all insistent everything should rhyme with burrito.&lt;br /&gt;then we looked on the internet for rhyming words.&lt;br /&gt;and came up with:&lt;br /&gt;"You sustain me like a burrito&lt;br /&gt;But give me fever like a mosquito&lt;br /&gt;You're hotter than Danny DeVito&lt;br /&gt;Till now, my life was incognito."&lt;br /&gt;it's very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on we all went into the cafe in our post-CU manner, and many table were pulled together&lt;br /&gt;me: wow, it's like a table farm&lt;br /&gt;jasmine:yeah, like they're multiplying...the tables are having babies!!&lt;br /&gt;....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, after maths, before leaving-&lt;br /&gt;tom:i wanna go ho-ome!!&lt;br /&gt;jonno:would you like some cheese to go with your whine??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, in cafe, during a conversation that would have been scarring if it weren't so damn funny (FYI, dougie has a new way of insulting people, robbo thinks i have an unusual fragrance, jonno is completely au fait with the right comedy, and pete looked on and tuned out...till it was guys vs girls)&lt;br /&gt;doug:how's chaos theory? pretty chaotic?&lt;br /&gt;jonno: rath&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me find you another nice photo. i like them, and i like mine best.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, oh this isnt quite nice, but it's funny for me, because you have to look at it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know, i like toying with people, but i haven't hurt anyone!....&lt;br /&gt;oh shush.&lt;br /&gt;this was on schoolies.yay!&lt;br /&gt;big hugs and handshakes to you all.&lt;br /&gt;many cuddle vibes too.&lt;br /&gt;and a duckling. not a duck, they're a little annoying.&lt;br /&gt;-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/BELLYBUTTON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/BELLYBUTTON.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116306789978516427?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116306789978516427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116306789978516427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116306789978516427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116306789978516427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-mostly-other-ppls-stuff.html' title='Yay - mostly other ppl&apos;s stuff'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116288134109455270</id><published>2006-11-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:35:41.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me: how was your day? tom:good. well, long and boring</title><content type='html'>gah! i can never remember qq's anymore!gah!&lt;br /&gt;...sigh...apologies to all who were there on monday and had to watch me and tom being stupid and fighting...lol...ok, when i say fighting, you are all aware what i ACTUALLY mean is tickling him until he starts ignoring me...then some more.&lt;br /&gt;actually, many of you looked quite amused...it wasn't funny according to Tom.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's kinda easy to be either a)incredibly self-conscious or b)over-reacting and hyperactive when you're being silly, your boyfriend is there, and your friends are watching.&lt;br /&gt;by which i mean, i may have been being stupid coz ppl were watching. which isnt cool coz it's...i don't know, it's like i'm pretending to be me instead of being me. which is stupid, coz real me when im boring is better than fake me trying to make you laugh by annoying my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;yay for everyone having photos. my dress  was so pretty....my hair less so. still, you all like me.&lt;br /&gt;this week i had:&lt;br /&gt;1xTEP assignment&lt;br /&gt;1xfrench composition&lt;br /&gt;1xspanish speaking test&lt;br /&gt;1xfrench grammar test&lt;br /&gt;and on thursday i have&lt;br /&gt;1xspanish written test&lt;br /&gt;1xfrench comprehension test&lt;br /&gt;THIS WEEK IS SO WRONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday tom and i will have been going out for 18months, as in a year and a half...&lt;br /&gt;that's just...odd.&lt;br /&gt;i REALLY thought i was much more annoying than that.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and matt's photos of mike&amp;maddy's engagement night misrepresent, i like tom being weird, it's who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are FINALLY coming together for my trip to england, then france. ça me fait peur, car je suis toujours un peu inquiet, dans un pays etrangere, mais j'espere que cette fois je vais m'amuser sans cette anxiete. mais, en meme temps, je suis toujours inquiets, et il faut que j'aie plus de confiance en Christ, qu'Il va s'en occupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol...no, it really isnt worth translating.&lt;br /&gt;but i will be away most of dec and jan, hopefully NTE will be good. i think its too late to call them and say i accidentally enrolled myself in the OT thing, which is for 2nd time ppl, instead of the 1st. will it make a horrible difference???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a photo of the view behind tom's Nana Glen's house. i took this photo. it is very beautiful and calming. i miss Peel. no mobile reception....sigh...was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;love from me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/IMGP0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/400/IMGP0241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116288134109455270?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116288134109455270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116288134109455270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116288134109455270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116288134109455270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/11/me-how-was-your-day-tomgood-well-long.html' title='me: how was your day? tom:good. well, long and boring'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116227990466288615</id><published>2006-10-31T15:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T15:37:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou Kathy, for that informative comment...</title><content type='html'>Ok people, you asked for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/IMGP1195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/IMGP1195.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the face of happiness???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/IMGP1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/IMGP1196.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so!&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have noticed a NUMBER of people enjoying not naming themselves, after i EXPRESSLY forbade such action. although one did reveal himself through subsequent posts on tom's blog (nice work doug :D)&lt;br /&gt;NOW, while i enjoy flaunting the system, this is restricted to all systems but MINE. i require a name. Queen victoria has done well, making the first step, however she has a)not indicated if she knows me nor b) given her ACTUAL identity.&lt;br /&gt;please honour the actual queen victoria's memory by not asking how i know it's not the real queen victoria.&lt;br /&gt;among other things, this individual is somewhat misguided, with claims that a queen outranks a matriarch.&lt;br /&gt;with the exception of God, and the computing system in general, on this blog no-one outranks me. i am supreme. possibly Bec's monarchy might have a hope, but she's my daughter, so that won't work. because blood is thicker than water. and the House of Klauss (and its associate, the House of Snnnn) is an association stronger than nationality. also coz i REFUSE TO BE OUTRANKED!&lt;br /&gt;:D i get to do that.&lt;br /&gt;'sides, who'd take me on?&lt;br /&gt;it has been asked where the squirrelly wrath is. i have withheld it. i believe it is more logical to reveal that squirrelly wrath is not the only danger here. far worse is letting ANGRY TREE LOOSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/IMGP1198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/IMGP1198.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the face of pure anger?ARE YOU WILLING TO TAKE THIS ON???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/IMGP1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/IMGP1202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;see you all soon, i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;dougie, you shall be linked as soon as i can find the suitable superlative for your blog.&lt;br /&gt;gros bises!&lt;br /&gt;~xa*&lt;br /&gt;p.s.Tom is really really really really really really wonderful. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116227990466288615?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116227990466288615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116227990466288615' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116227990466288615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116227990466288615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/10/thankyou-kathy-for-that-informative_31.html' title='Thankyou Kathy, for that informative comment...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116167813960717285</id><published>2006-10-24T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:56:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get ready for a world of procrastination...</title><content type='html'>ok, tom said i'm not an angry person, and he should know, and he is under no&lt;br /&gt; form of duress, so stop being mean, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;and new rule, NO ANONYMOUS COMMENTING!it is simple courtesy to put your name&lt;br /&gt; at the end of a comment if you are under the name anonymous. i am aware that&lt;br /&gt; not giving a name may be the point of commenting as anonymous, but NOT ON MY&lt;br /&gt; BLOG BUSTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now, witness the boredom_......_________________..................&lt;br /&gt;.........______________...............___________....................................&lt;br /&gt; ..........___________..................._______..........................................&lt;br /&gt;.................___.........................__...............................................&lt;br /&gt;..._________________\_________/_____________.......................&lt;br /&gt;...__________________\_______/___________.........................&lt;br /&gt;...___________________.______.___________........................&lt;br /&gt;..._____________________________________........................&lt;br /&gt;...___________________*______*__________......................&lt;br /&gt;..__________________*_________*_________....................&lt;br /&gt;..___________________*_______*__________..............&lt;br /&gt;....____________...._____********___________........     &lt;br /&gt;_________...............................____\ ___________............................_____\ \__&lt;br /&gt;______________...................__________\_  _________________..............___________  \  \____                                                                                                                                                                                       \_________________________________________\_    /&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CLOUD!!!!!!__________________________\  /&lt;br /&gt;NO-ONE CAN DEFEAT HAPPY CLOUD!!!!__________\/&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________O_ow!       &lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________--+--&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________|                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________/wow.......even i'm impressed. try to imagine it without the lines. blog mean ppl tried to push it all together and ruin it so you couldn't see that it was a cloud, and do you think i was gonna stand by and let that happen????&lt;br /&gt;so i go around expending too much energy drawing a cloud that is happiest when hitting people with lightning, does that make me an angry person?&lt;br /&gt;identify yourselves when you comment plz.&lt;br /&gt;-xa*&lt;br /&gt;oh, and thankyou for helpful responses, which i can sum up as - don't hug guys unless you already do. it confuses them.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and try to be gentler with girl hugs.&lt;br /&gt;can do ppl...&lt;br /&gt;well, ill stop shoving my shoulder into the necks of sitting-down ppl when i hug them, in any case.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116167813960717285?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116167813960717285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116167813960717285' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116167813960717285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116167813960717285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/10/get-ready-for-world-of-procrastination.html' title='Get ready for a world of procrastination...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116143131083747523</id><published>2006-10-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T19:48:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY FOR EVERYBODY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay em.&lt;br /&gt;Yay hairbrush song – tom hates it.&lt;br /&gt;Yay kate.&lt;br /&gt;tom is lovely lovely lovely lovely lovely.&lt;br /&gt;OR HE WOULD BE IF HE HADN'T JUST HAD TO GO TO PLAY A GAME WITH HIS BROTHERS, HAVING TALKED TO ME ON THE PHONE FOR LESS THAN 15 MINTUES!!!&lt;br /&gt;oooohh.....i'm sorry. i've used you all. i've used you to bitch about my boyfriend...you may feel slightly soiled. i apologise.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not really angry, but there had to be a penalty...tho this is slightly full-on.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i take you with me through all the ups and downs. according to kate, slightly more downs...&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING NICE....ummm...&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, FINE, something nice, i went to Tom's work yesterday. it was his first shift, and i decided i'd go and pick him up instead of his parents and surprise him, as i am a half hour drive away. i got there and saw him and waited, and he was serving a woman, and he looked up and said 'hey' very casually. after he got off work he was VERY excited...i said' were you surprised at all?' and he said 'yeah, but i was with a customer'.&lt;br /&gt;STEP BACK! we have a professional!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;was funny, coz i told a friend at work about it, and we've both been working for the company that tom has just started with, for over 3yrs, and we split our sides, coz we are NOT that professional.&lt;br /&gt;ok, thats the funny bit, and the nice bit is that tom was really happy, and i was really happy that i could make him happy. can anyone think of a another way to slip happy into a sentence??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! i remember what i was going to blog about!!&lt;br /&gt;help me - i know not the social etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;can girls hug their guy friends??&lt;br /&gt;ill be slightly more specific - can girls hug their guy friends that they havent known ever since they were born???coz if u have, its like a brother, and FEW ppl hug their brothers...&lt;br /&gt;BACK ON TRACK: what do ppl think? coz i have guys friends, and they're cool, mainly in CU, and i dont hug them...i hug a few guy friends...very few...with whom i have looooooong friendships...but it's weird for me coz i hug all my friends who are girls all the time,i hug them goodbye, and then i get to a guy friend and im like'oh....ummm...yeah bye....have fun...'[run fast]&lt;br /&gt;but would it be too weird?some guys are under-practiced at hugging, and many would argue thats a good reason to start hugging them, but i am aware that they might feel just TOO WEIRD...too much close contact.&lt;br /&gt;+, with my friends who are girls (what an unwieldy phrase) i give them tight hugz, which is proper for girls, coz thats a REAL HUG, but with guys, might that be interpreted COMPLETELY DIFFERENTLY???!!!&lt;br /&gt;as i realise, tom is the only guy i give tight hugs to.&lt;br /&gt;so? what should i do?or is this my problem that no-one wants to deal with??&lt;br /&gt;lol, i would like to mention Em's dance of joy. it is addictive and cool. try it at home. close the door - joy can be impeded by embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;hugs and love and motherly nagging,&lt;br /&gt;-a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116143131083747523?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116143131083747523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116143131083747523' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116143131083747523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116143131083747523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay-for-everybody.html' title='YAY FOR EVERYBODY!!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-116074285666206801</id><published>2006-10-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:34:16.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humph</title><content type='html'>I'm a little grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;my stupid links are stupid so most of the time it looks like ppl haven't posted till ages later when i actually refresh the pages and find all this stuff id been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;and my stupid assessments are stupid, not least of which is french coz im so freaked out that i'll just barely pass again, so i cant even think what to write, but also maths is stupid coz they want you to explain silly things just to prove that you understand that kids need to be taught maths.&lt;br /&gt;for the record, i get that kids need to be taught maths. the non-painful way (which i have discovered during this course, i am learning)&lt;br /&gt;and stupid work is making me work tomorrow when i have all this work to do...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not normally grumpy...this is my sporadic spiel of spite.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........wow, i really am an english freak, you have no idea how much better that alliteration makes me feel =)=):D&lt;br /&gt;tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i did half-swear on Tom's blog  coz i was jealous that he and kathy were excited and i wasn't (HAH!NOW YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT IT!!SUCKERED!!)&lt;br /&gt;but i do have to get up to go to work, and a friend from church is having his 30th tomorrow night, and my gut feeling is that i won't be fit to drive after working....but thats totally pushed on by the knowledge that i could get so much work done tomorrow night...so i'm biased, even though he's cool and i wanna be there.&lt;br /&gt;but  i did buy him a present, so it's ok, i might give that to him on sunday at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it's too hot. it got(became) the perfect temperature and just kept rising.itd be ok if there was a fan in the computer room....its in the garage. (the fan, not the room).&lt;br /&gt;i bought a pretty dress for my cousin's wedding today!&lt;br /&gt;i also had a blood test, but that was less exciting.&lt;br /&gt;ok, bed time, and i hafta change to summer sheets...how am i going to SLEEP!!!???my fan is way noisy!!&lt;br /&gt;work IS air-conditioned...ok, ill be ok.&lt;br /&gt; night people stay safe, i miss all....ok, i am again a little glum.&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh...glum is SO the right word!&lt;br /&gt;lol.....oooooooo i am pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;xa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-116074285666206801?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/116074285666206801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=116074285666206801' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116074285666206801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/116074285666206801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/10/humph.html' title='humph'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115962302495106258</id><published>2006-09-30T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:38:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven o'clock at night, a week before my birthday, and where am I?That's right, cross the street so you don't have to deal with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/images-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/images-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyheyhey.&lt;br /&gt;yay, went out with girls from church to restuarant and had fun. ate chocolate fudge gelato.&lt;br /&gt;are there more wonderful words than chocolate fudge gelato?&lt;br /&gt;...I'm going to censor these names slightly, coz they don't read this, so it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;we were chatting, and C turns to R and ses&lt;br /&gt;'yeah, do you find it difficult?'&lt;br /&gt;r:what?&lt;br /&gt;c:well, before marriage, how you won't...&lt;br /&gt;r:huh?&lt;br /&gt;c:well, with like physical-&lt;br /&gt;r:wha?&lt;br /&gt;J:SEX, r.&lt;br /&gt;....im sorry if anyone was showing their children how the internet works and stumbled onto this blog, or if someone i really wanted to impress with my superior mind was just totally disillusioned, but it was so funny. j is a very cool person...with a great sense of timing.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and guys? i can think of a relevant simpsons quote here.&lt;br /&gt;...the one where marge is trying to join a country club, and this woman keeps shooting marge down, and marge's friend ses don't mind her, her idea of humour is a cleverly phrased observation delivered with impeccable timing.&lt;br /&gt;or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and in case anyone felt like knowing what is going on inside Tom's head?&lt;br /&gt;T:"cheese, like vegemite and ping-pong, is an acquired taste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh) ah, turning 20.i kinda like being in my teens. no-one can tell you what you ought to be like coz it's all formative. but in your 20's...you hafta grow up.&lt;br /&gt;you DO! i know many are avoiding it, but it's gonna happen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;ballroom dancing rocks. even when you make up your own steps. that is all.&lt;br /&gt;yay me almost finishing my assignments....only hafta cut out 400 words....&lt;br /&gt;love that %10 grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelin' a teeny bit sentimental. last night, had 15 mins before had to drive home, and Tom suggests reading the Bible, so we went and looked at 1John.&lt;br /&gt;was good.&lt;br /&gt;..........................&lt;br /&gt;lol, i need a special made up word to describe the feelings there.&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;Sequins&lt;br /&gt;Query&lt;br /&gt;Stars&lt;br /&gt;Tell&lt;br /&gt;Rhymes&lt;br /&gt;~xa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115962302495106258?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115962302495106258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115962302495106258' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115962302495106258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115962302495106258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/09/eleven-oclock-at-night-week-before-my.html' title='Eleven o&apos;clock at night, a week before my birthday, and where am I?That&apos;s right, cross the street so you don&apos;t have to deal with me'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115840506415512369</id><published>2006-09-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:12:07.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes - no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/firework-display-blur-2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/firework-display-blur-2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;qq&lt;br /&gt;(in maths, discussing a graph of the level of water in fred's bath, and as if that wasn't disturbing enough...)&lt;br /&gt;nora:maybe he added flowers or petals, you know how people do?&lt;br /&gt;katherine: his name's FRED,nora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in french, susan (not maths susan, my granddaughter, french susan)&lt;br /&gt;:(looking at grammar excercises) excitment to the max!(it's funnier when you have experienced french grammar excercises.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....sigh....&lt;br /&gt;i should feel better about life, but i feel under-happy....sub-joyful.&lt;br /&gt;of course, last night i was experiencing severe stomach cramps...the ones that i get coz i'm  a GIRL, and was rolling around weeping and crying out to God to let the nurofen kick in, and kick in SOON...&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm....that was really honest...&lt;br /&gt;let's pretend i didn't tell you about that.&lt;br /&gt;i do have a haircut, and it does make me feel good, coz its short, so i feel like im twelve again. i was really cool at 12.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really cool now.&lt;br /&gt;really looking forward to monday tho. should be a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;gaaaaaaaaah.....im so not bubbly, and that annoys me, coz i love being bubbly. but ive crashed. i was watching tv and reading books and cleaning bathrooms and putting out washing today. i slept in, which was kinda nice...&lt;br /&gt;ok, 50 points to samuel for wishing me a happy 20th, for some reason it made me feel kinda happy...maybe i'm so narcissistic that my own celebration of existence is the only thing that makes me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;yup, that must be it!&lt;br /&gt;oohh ...'fabulous party your majesty, i haven't seen this much love and contentment in one room since Narcissus discovered himself' WHAT MOVIE IS THAT???i kno&lt;br /&gt;AND amanda and i decided on friday that maddy gets a prize. we have no idea what it is, but she so gets one.&lt;br /&gt;and i am taking this opportunity to state my opposition to using the phrase that consists solely of the letters 's' and 'n', in kate's convention. i think the book she made is awesome, but without a standard definition of what the term means, i fail to register it.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;tom's still nice. was angry at me for a while for distracting him unintentionally in monopoly, so that his youngest brother didnt have to pay him close to a thousand dollars...&lt;br /&gt;then he was ignoring me coz i pay him slightly more attention when he's ignoring me, and he likes to feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;man, i need a kick...im so dead-ish!&lt;br /&gt;xa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115840506415512369?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115840506415512369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115840506415512369' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115840506415512369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115840506415512369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/09/yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-no.html' title='yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes - no.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115779450453344169</id><published>2006-09-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:35:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow....i'm still tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/images-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/images-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shoudn't have done that shift at work today. i still have to finish various readings and print off an assessment...and i start work at 7am tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;STILL!&lt;br /&gt;here i am.&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to be exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to mention a few things.&lt;br /&gt;1st - -qq&lt;br /&gt;me:i have to clean my room today&lt;br /&gt;katherine: i find things when i clean my room...like my watch...it was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;br /&gt;50 POINTS TO THE WOMAN IN THE BLUE FORD WHO LET ME MERGE ON THE M4 WHEN IT WAS TOTALLY INSANE.&lt;br /&gt;she rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;it is LESS THAN A MONTH TO MY BIRTHDAY!!!7th October&lt;br /&gt;don't get me a gift, i know i forgot your birthday and i never got you a present. don't make me feel more ashamed than i am. you're not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;yes YOU!&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me their birthday and ill make a list.&lt;br /&gt;but i will be 20!!how weird.ill finally be the same age as some of my grandchildren :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH 50 points to tom for taking my library book back to the library and doing photocopies from it for me, then coming by work and giving them to me...no....100 points. he really didn't have to. and he helped/made/bossed me cleaning my room yesterday. it sparkles now. mum doesn't understand.&lt;br /&gt;FYI, try not to see wedding crashers. you don't want to see it. esp not with anyone you're related to. i mean...eeeeewwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!holidays are coming very soon. i have to do 2 interviews with my cousins for education, and i have to sleep for 3 consecutive days, AND i managed to get the 18th off, so i'm going to the women's day, and hopefully the pizza and movies after...YAY!&lt;br /&gt;and i have to work on assessments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, the amount of work to be done means i can't sleep in on wednesday. there is a word to express this annoyance. bum.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i liked coffee. one can't help feeling it would come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T TELL ME HOW TEA IS BETTER, you know what i do to tea, and why i prefer just to respect it and leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you see tom, tell him he's a legend. you know it's true.&lt;br /&gt;or, you know, think up your own word. otherwise he might think you didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;save ferris *xa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115779450453344169?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115779450453344169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115779450453344169' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115779450453344169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115779450453344169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/09/wowim-still-tired.html' title='wow....i&apos;m still tired.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115711657790080309</id><published>2006-09-01T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:16:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff it up, it's a mistake. do it again - it's a riff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/Cupid%26Psyche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/Cupid%26Psyche.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/Snapdragon%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/Snapdragon%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i am tired, it is late, and i am working tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but then, no. 'sides, i could be doing homework or checking the map that i know where i'm going tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but i am here. and i seem to have built up a resistance to homework.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to say that i have noticed how rarely i am online, and it bugs me coz i'm not as with 'it' as i was, in a similar way to how i haven't been able to hang out with Cu girls that much this week, which bugs me coz they rock and im related to them. AND everyone sucks for talking about the social coz i wasn't there i was at work and it sounds like so much fun. but i was at the bushdance, so 50 points for me.(OOH, and 50 points for ben w. coz he navigated tom and i there and back again very ably. woo ben)&lt;br /&gt;speaking of work, COULD PEOPLE TRY ASKING FOR A PLASTIC BAG INSTEAD OF POINTING AND GRUNTING, OR LOOKING AT ME AND SAYING IN TONES NOT AT ALL CONDUCIVE TO A BEAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIP 'bag?!'&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone. if i haven't talked to you, i miss you. if i have, i also miss you.&lt;br /&gt;oh, few quotes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: (looking at  a poster) 1936. what happened in 1936?&lt;br /&gt;BEN:well, world war two...hadn't started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORA: ooh, it's raining!&lt;br /&gt;KATHERINE:ARGH!SOMEONE is gonna die!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NORA: (looking at newspaper) is that guy grabbing his crotch?&lt;br /&gt;(Alison and Katherine both scan the library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND  I bought a hair straightener this week, and it works, but FEW know this coz FEW have even seen me this week! argh - i cannot deal withsolitude at all.&lt;br /&gt;AND 50 points for tom being sweet about me tho not under duress, posting on his blog. as i recall tuesday before last was very nice. &lt;br /&gt;yeah, note to everyone...tom is amazing, and so very very precious.he aint goin anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you all and i want to know what's going on, so find me at uni and tell me.&lt;br /&gt;*xa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115711657790080309?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115711657790080309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115711657790080309' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115711657790080309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115711657790080309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/09/stuff-it-up-its-mistake-do-it-again.html' title='stuff it up, it&apos;s a mistake. do it again - it&apos;s a riff.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115599629119454866</id><published>2006-08-19T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:04:51.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep breath...and i posted something else under this so make sure you read it</title><content type='html'>THE YOU SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Full name: alison.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Birth date: october 7 1986 (yay im older than kimmy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Location: sydney australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your zodiac sign: libra. apparently thats why i like pretty things...coz thats so uncommon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Height: 170...somethingcm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Eye color: green blue brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hair color: brown...blonde in sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are you a righty or a lefty or ambidextrous: lefthanded, aka awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite TV show: hmmmm...futurama atm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite movie: le fabuleux destin d'amelie poulain (i nicked kim's...i actually do love it tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's your favorite flavor of snapple:we don't sell that this side of the border&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite board game: most...trouble is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite magazine: meh...(yes its a magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite food: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Least favorite food: tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite ice cream: triple chocolate OR chocolate GELATO (coz gelato rox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite kind of perfume/cologne: this rose perfume that i got from the fragrant gardens that i like NEVER use coz it smells so nice. but normally?the body shop strawberry perfume TOM bought me...albeit with a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite subject in school: hmmm...drama was coolest...but ancient history was the most amusing...i have the quotes to prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Least favorite:french was really frustrating from time to time..so was english..and legal...and...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite drink: chocolate thikshake / fanta/solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite CDs: i have some i intend to buy that are good...but blink 182 greatest hits is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite thing to do on the weekend: sleep,get uni work done, watch movies, hang with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Best advice: realise who is in control, and that it aint you, and that that's a good thing.oh, and talk to your Saviour. He wants to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your favorite artist/group: the greats atm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your favorite holiday:Christmas because it's an awesome time with my family and an awesome thing to celebrate God's love for us AND many holz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's your favorite color? ew kimmy...how much did school stuff your head??yellow, blue and green thankyou. think the sun rising over hills and sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite shampoo/conditioner: tresemme, not coz of the faux-cool name, but coz its ultra cheap, comes in big bottles, and works pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Person/s that know you the best: kathy...family...tom...CU ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loudest person that you know: rachel from CCHS...so u all know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Craziest/silliest/wierdest person that you know: woah...rachel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite friends to hang with: ALL my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could meet any dead person, it would be: my paternal grandmother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Nicest Guy you've ever met: oh come on, EVERYONE KNOWS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(but like i could resist) THOMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The Nicest Girl you've ever met: hmmm...nice...bella, and amy d. from school...everyone else is &lt;br /&gt;way too crazy to be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who's the person you admire most: my mummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What do you feel about the Ouija board: the same way i feel about stupid things that are stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe in yourself: i believe in God. He takes care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Worst feeling in the world: guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Best feeling in the world: being loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you have motion sickness: rarely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are you for world Peace: "what does our society need?" "harsher punishment for parole violators, stan......and world peace" Jesus will return and make all things new. which is not to say i'm against peace, i am for peace, but when He comes it will HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One thing you want to change about yourself: my vanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Are you a health freak: ...no.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUSH SIDE&lt;br /&gt;*Do you have a crush: on tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend: tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could go out with anyone in the world, who: tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For Girls- like guys with or without hats: whatever tom's doing...lol&lt;br /&gt;*For guys- Like girls with or without nail polish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When you meet a person of the opposite sex, you first notice: height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Who was your first crush: the boy with the red jumper at preschool...don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been in love: as i understand it, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What do you remember most about this year: france&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Memory (thing) you miss the most: sleep.chocolate. tom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning: HA!work didn't call!WOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Were you "cool" 5 years ago: i was...14 turning 15. ah. when i was 14, yes. when i was 15, no.i &lt;br /&gt;was a nigel. i was still wonderful, but i was too upset to be cool.which is not to say being upset isnt cool, or negates it. i just wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Does it make you sad to know that you can never go back in time:no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could go back in time would you: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you change: rien&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;THE FUTURE SIDE&lt;br /&gt;*Where do you see yourself in 10 Years:ummm...teaching...possibly having done missionary work...or doing.and married.probably.i'm pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Future Sons names:meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Future Daughters names: Isabella, Grace Annabel, Janet Rebekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could have any occupation when you get older, what would it be: id love to be singing or acting, but lacking talent, id be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is your dream car/truck: hmmm...those cute bmw mini thingys with the soft top. hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Where do you plan on living after getting out of school: someplace near a school where ill teach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What age do you want to be when you get married:24+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: next to. she's a tigress named sally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What do you wear to bed: warm pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could dye your hair one color what color would it be: i did red...id do white blond on &lt;br /&gt;the last three/four inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you could have a tattoo, what and where would it be: a rose on the back of my neck. not coloured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bellybutton....Innie or Outtie: innie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any piercings....where: 2 ears, one navel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's on your walls in your room: dolphins, monet, van gogh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been skinny-dipping: please tell me wouldnt think it of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you type with your fingers on the right keys:farout no, i aint no nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been convicted of a crime: not as yet.&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;THE LEFT OVER CRAZY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;*What's on your mouse pad: aapt....what i assume is a guy with a ladder in a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How many rings before you answer the phone:am i awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been attacked by a big dog: no. animals love me. im like sleeping beauty. not cinderella.not snow white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is the glass half empty or half full:why cant you people fill up a glass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you eat chicken with fingers or with a fork: bbq'd, hands. anything else, fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Which do you prefer, mud wrestling or Jell-O wrestling: jelly, coz its edible and not muddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What is the best number in the world: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Would you rather give or receive: if i picked a good opresent, give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How many homes have you lived in:seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How many schools have you been to: five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you play any instruments: flute 3/4th grade, guitar...couple of chords. and i sing nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Words or phrases you overuse: awesome!cheers.thanking you.meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Toothpaste:once a day...twice if i like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you get along with your parents: coz theyre cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite town to chill: regentville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thunderstorms- cool or scary: damn cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Roller coasters-cool or scary: so cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Do you like to drive: dependes where im going and if anyone else is on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chocolate or vanilla cake: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drinks, with or without ice cube: without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What's the first thing you'd do if you won the lottery: give money to all the charities i could find before i had time to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite commercial: that ad where the mum's at the doctors, and the kids is mucking around and the mum is nervous. the doctor comes in and ses "we've checked his lungs, heart, kidneys, liver and spleen...he's got cancer" the mum ses "cancer??"...then breathes a deep sigh of relief. the doctor smiles and passes over a pill bottle "give him one of these twice a day. it should be gone in a few weeks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Favorite cereal: froot loops. its been years...mum seems to have something against them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Something you'd like to try: having a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What would you do on a first date:be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Any hobbies: spending way too much time answering questions about myself, and i think i was just cured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115599629119454866?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115599629119454866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115599629119454866' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115599629119454866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115599629119454866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/08/deep-breathand-i-posted-something-else.html' title='deep breath...and i posted something else under this so make sure you read it'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115599270773027690</id><published>2006-08-19T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:05:51.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Klauss</title><content type='html'>ok, here we go. i know manda already did one of these, and did it well, but i get to do this and not get in trouble coz i'm her grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;ok &lt;br /&gt;GENERATION 1: ME,alison, younger than most of this family, and Tom, who is in Sicily, but pays child support,but is generally uninvolved...voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERATION 2 daughters Katherine, Nora  and Bec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERATION 3:Katherine's daughters Amanda and Susan and Emily, Bec's son Pete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GENERATION 4:Amanda's daughter Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINARY FRIENDS:Katus, who belongs to Bella&lt;br /&gt;DISINTERESTED BYSTANDERS: Matt (way to TELL ME....WAS I MEANT TO FIGURE THAT OUT MYSELF??)and Sarah T.&lt;br /&gt;i repeat, additions and changes must be reported to me.this is a serious commitment to...something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115599270773027690?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115599270773027690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115599270773027690' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115599270773027690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115599270773027690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/08/house-of-klauss.html' title='House of Klauss'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115564708454248250</id><published>2006-08-15T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:04:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it's late and i should be in bed -</title><content type='html'>I decided some things couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST, i don't know my stance on the my-own-little-world epidemic that Kate has noticed in me - when i'm listening to music, i tune the world out. it's very relaxing that way. it's like i'm in a bubble. it's at max potency when you wear sunglasses. then aint NOBODY making contact without your saying so. when you aren't wearing glasses you can't pretend not to see people, coz you look fake and mean.&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY had i seen kate i would have waved and jumped around like a maniac - AS I DID TODAY WHEN I SAW KATE AND CALLED OUT HER NAME, ONLY TO SEE HER KEEP WALKING. i kept yelling till she turned around :D&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes you really would prefer not to notice things and people. recently i was on the bus and (it's kinda my fault, coz i like sitting near the back, it feels more fun) a group of high school guys sat VERY near me, and started talking. part of the conversation was who was angry with whom, but the other...they were discussing some girls they knew. the word offensive isn't exactly correct, coz i was not discussed, but...yeah, revolted will do.it was nasty. 16 year old boys who seemed to lack relationship skills.it's not a pretty sight (NOW, if they'd paid attention in SCHOOL...).&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also want to mention how crap stomach cramps of the once-in-a-month variety are. i couldn't go to bible study tonight. and we are hot-water-bottle-less. AND almost out of heron, WHICH barely works anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but i did get to watch futurama. &lt;br /&gt;still, uncool feeling horrible, ESPECIALLY in french class while the tutor just goes oooooooon, and i grip the table till my knuckles go white.&lt;br /&gt;yay tom having pain-killers. he's my hero.&lt;br /&gt;or did i already mention that?&lt;br /&gt;-xa*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115564708454248250?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115564708454248250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115564708454248250' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115564708454248250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115564708454248250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/08/because-its-late-and-i-should-be-in.html' title='Because it&apos;s late and i should be in bed -'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115426317578636124</id><published>2006-07-30T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T20:39:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know who to blame for this...</title><content type='html'>i'm partly blogging coz becca told me to, partly coz she guilted me into it, and partly coz i have something to say:&lt;br /&gt;(ahem) was anyone aware that our current pop culture image of an 'angel' and all the representations of angels with feathery wings can all be traced back to greek representations of the goddess Nike(chick with wings growing out of her back) and hermes(feathery wings growing out of his shoes or his hat, depending on who you talk to)!&lt;br /&gt;it's so obvious when you think about it. i mean, no one ever actually thought angels really had wings from the bible. nowhere are angel wings mentioned in the Bible, it's all about people dressed in bright white. THEY WOULD HAVE MENTIONED DIRTY GREAT WINGS GROWING OUT OF SOMEONE'S BACK, as my minister commented.&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, while we're on the topic, cherubim and seraphim, in short angels, do not look like children with wings and no clothes. if they looked like that, they would not have been sent into war as occurs in the Bible - revelation - nor would the reaction they are given by almost everyone who sees them prompt them to start talking with 'DON'T BE AFRAID!'. an angel stood at the entrance to the garden of Eden blocking it from adam and eve who had been sent out. the angel in question was wielding a flaming sword. are we recieving the impression that these ones who are sent from God as messengers are a teeny bit more terrifying that we thought?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the sistine angels are cute, obviously, but you know why they are cute?COZ THEY LOOK LIKES KIDS, AND KIDS ARE CUTE.that has nothing to do with angels.&lt;br /&gt;as in a quote from somewhere that i should have rememebered coz it would make me sound so much more intelligent: 'a lovely poem Mr Pope, but you must not call it Homer'&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115426317578636124?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115426317578636124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115426317578636124' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115426317578636124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115426317578636124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-know-who-to-blame-for-this.html' title='i don&apos;t know who to blame for this...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115331013359615368</id><published>2006-07-19T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T19:55:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURRAH!</title><content type='html'>THAT WONDERFUL, AMAZING, DARLING, GORGEOUS, IRRESISTABLE, UNBELIEVABLE, AMAZING...&lt;br /&gt;THAT BOYFRIEND OF MINE HAS GONE OUT AND GOTTEN HIMSELF HIS RED P'S!&lt;br /&gt;I am joyful. now he can drive me everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;OH i am kidding.&lt;br /&gt;but it is really cool.i'm very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;he's my boyfriend. I get to be proud of him. he's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;~a*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115331013359615368?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115331013359615368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115331013359615368' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115331013359615368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115331013359615368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/07/hurrah_19.html' title='HURRAH!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115270949421873239</id><published>2006-07-12T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:08:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother thinks i'm odd. It seemed reason enough to blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/ring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/ring.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i saw two films&lt;br /&gt;SUPERMAN RETURNS&lt;br /&gt;ok, i won't tell you how it ends...hmmm...i'd really like to ruin it tho. ill keep you posted, if i'm going to be evil i'll give due warning.&lt;br /&gt;ok, the film is set 5 yrs AFTER the whole legend superman thing, which FYI i wasn't exactly au fait nor au courant with (don't worry, a french person reading that would say it was tautology anyway :P). Ok, superman boggered uff for about five years, and comes back to find people have changed, his girlfriend's not his girlfriend, and Lex Luther aint out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I ruined nothing.if that radically changed your idea of what was going to happen,you're thinking of the wrong film.&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW: (who am i kidding,putting that in capitals does nothing to ensure i won't digress)&lt;br /&gt;ok, film is pretty long, and some bits of it i find annoyingly purist (ie that kitty g/f of Luther's...who'd keep her around that long??!BUT!she was played by Parker Posey - YAY for parker posey! - as seen in 'A mighty wind'...and those other two ones...the dog show one and the musical one - IT'S A SATIRE PEOPLE!!)&lt;br /&gt;BACK to the review, the actors were good, superman is...he resembles strangely everyone who ever played him (shockingly, as they were all almost covered in blue FYI superman wears his undies on the outside coz originally at one point superman wore no blue SUIT, but was PAINTED blue, and thus some sort of loin cloth was required, so BACK OFF the red undies!)&lt;br /&gt;ummm...reporter girl...named...LOIS LANE (had to look it up) she wasnt as annoying as i'd thought..she was pretty good, and i like...also...the family members that appear...&lt;br /&gt;AHEM!plotline...not exactly there, apart from typical -&gt;bad guy has a plan, good guy goes to stop it,people get caught up in the crossfire. wahoo.&lt;br /&gt;cinematography and special effects ...AND WHOEVER IT WAS creating the graphics of the galaxy - YAY FOR YOU!!VERY VERY COOL PEOPLE!!&lt;br /&gt;script...non-annoying...i guess.&lt;br /&gt;ending - i wasnt that attached to the dream, so it wasnt that important to me, but it was ok, tho left SEVERAL QUESTIONS unanswered...ok, certain conclusions were drawn,but no consequences were played out, which is STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;however, i really enjoyed the experience, and could follow the story tho having previously cared nothing about the legend.&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT...ummm...fun...three and a half stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARRIBBEAN, DEAD MAN'S CHEST&lt;br /&gt;i don't care whether you say carRIBbean or carribBEan, it's an addictive phenomenon. may have something to do with the prescence of orlando bloom and johnny depp. i saw this with my darling Tom (1yr2mnthstoDAYYAYYAYAY)so it has nothing to do with those actors for me :D.&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOODNESS,HOW MANY laws of the universe of the first film were completely screwed around for this one!!???&lt;br /&gt;seriously, don't expect logic. if they want something to happen in this film, it's gonna happen. no matter how DEAD anyone was.(DEAD!!)or totally readjusted in one, and suicidal in another.&lt;br /&gt;ummm...oh, and completely cutesy thing:&lt;br /&gt;GUY WHOSE NAME I CANT REMEMBER:Im looking for a Jack Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;WILL &amp;ELIZABETH:(jumping in so fast it's impossible,with an agression traditionally seen with lionesses for thwarters of their cubs)CAPTAIN!&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;LIZ:CAPTAIN, jack sparrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i get that they have a few amused, perhaps fond memories of the unforgettable CAPTAIN jack sparrow,but they act like he personally saved their entire families from certain death, and would marry him themselves if time and circumstances permitted!!&lt;br /&gt;please.&lt;br /&gt;ok, storyline/plot/up-late drunken stream of thought-&gt;...ok, it's better than that makes it seem, ill admit. i could follow what people were doing, and the RANDOM situations people ended up in were VERY funny...laughed out loud a LOT in this one,stuff made sense for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;BUT(and this is a very big but)WE ALL GOT ... EXPLOITED!IT IS A TRILOGY!IT IS TO BE CONTINUED!!!&lt;br /&gt;ILLEGITIMATELY BORN PEOPLE WITH THE IQ OF A CHILD OF SEVEN!&lt;br /&gt;how dare they?&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp  - did so well, loved it, great character, good for a proper laugh&lt;br /&gt;keira knightley/elizabeth: (YES im going to blame keira for everything that's wrong with her character!) ok...not as annoying as last time, tho the opening scene is REALLY confusing.AND there's a scene where three guys are fighting and liz just stands and yells at them and throws rocks at them,like swordfighting used to seem logical to her but now she's totally disillusioned and it's all their fault.&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO - WHAT  was up with the elizabeth+jack vibe??OH YES, they went there!it was interesting in the first one, and amusing, but in this one...no-one actually wanted that to happen. i blame ppl who decided...that certain characters should...interact...with certain other characters...to sell the film better.&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;orlando bloom...should take himself less seriously more often.its really good when he doesnt.but when he swears promises and refers back to them...he's a little passionate...like he thinks he's the hero of this story, instead of the sidekick.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i really really liked it,i know it doesnt look it, but i subdued everything that made no sense in order to enjoy the film. i was very successful and had a great time,but it's all surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;COOLER than superman returns,and takes itself less seriously,and way funnier, and for better reasons,BUT sold out and made a third that they did not release at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;WOULD BE 4 STARS,but i get to put penalties. so 3 and a half for pirates. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best reviewer in the world, i should be paid.&lt;br /&gt;no, not you thomas, put the money down. buy me a cat.&lt;br /&gt;no don't really&lt;br /&gt;~love to the family, alî&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115270949421873239?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115270949421873239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115270949421873239' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115270949421873239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115270949421873239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-mother-thinks-im-odd-it-seemed.html' title='My mother thinks i&apos;m odd. It seemed reason enough to blog.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115240567066719267</id><published>2006-07-09T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T08:41:10.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAAAAAAAACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/Autumninfant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/Autumninfant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/dragon%20in%20a%20cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/dragon%20in%20a%20cave.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/Ciruelo%20Cabral%20-%20Cormyr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/Ciruelo%20Cabral%20-%20Cormyr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was camping for a lil while.&lt;br /&gt;how is everyone?what's everyone up to?&lt;br /&gt;camping was very nice thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely day yesterday watching DVD's at Becca's, yay! and by the time i got home...well, i felt a little more human, after being next to the same person for 5 days 24 hours a day. In fact, that same person once again inspires me very much. I mean, you get a little tired....and then you realise/remember how special someone is to you. AND YOU'RE ALL SPECIAL TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;yay for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115240567066719267?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115240567066719267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115240567066719267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115240567066719267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115240567066719267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-baaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAAAAAAAACK!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115141790857712093</id><published>2006-06-27T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:20:15.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/stars.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/stars.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12:03 AM,(i dont care what that stupid timer ses, might be that time in AMERICA)and despite my full capacity to message, my boyfriend insisted i go online(in that he messaged saying to go online coz i didnt have credit, then refused to reply when i showed that i DID).so here i am.dutiful as ever. what i wonderful girlfriend i am.(ok, i would be if i weren't on my blog bitching:D)&lt;br /&gt;hey, what else would i be doing? SLEEPING???!!!&lt;br /&gt;i think not.&lt;br /&gt;well, if anyone stands a chance of getting me online when i'm tired, it's him.&lt;br /&gt;i love everybody.comment because you love me back.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;-xali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115141790857712093?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115141790857712093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115141790857712093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115141790857712093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115141790857712093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-grief.html' title='Good grief'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-115028459249273811</id><published>2006-06-14T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:29:52.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/images-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/images-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey all....&lt;br /&gt;i was checking out this quiz in sympathy with becca, coz she's been hounded by rigged quizzes...so i tried my luck, but i don't know who the guy is that it came up with.Still...interesting...ish.&lt;br /&gt;but check out becca's blog, it rocks. she has cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;_height:250px; min-height:250px; background-color:rgb(216,233,237); text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); height:4px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner1.gif" style="float: left" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/blue_drk_corner2.gif" style="float: right" height="4" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="background:rgb(129,172,201); padding: 0pt 0pt 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/m0g/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(128,0,128);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=13166"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooow, many graphics...lotsa code&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-115028459249273811?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/115028459249273811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=115028459249273811' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115028459249273811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/115028459249273811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/06/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm....'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114968417265669289</id><published>2006-06-07T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:42:52.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy wrath...travel to Bath..stop doing math...evil hath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/fairy1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/fairy1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who on earth is this 'Gary' character? His picture looks like he's advertising a watch or a cologne! He sounds like a very sympathetic individual,but i'm pretty sure i have never made his aquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;But at least he commented!much could be said of the lack of proportional comments of people who actually know me!&lt;br /&gt;and don't use the excuse that you'll tell me when you see me, the commenting function is important, as 'Gary' (if that is your real name) has demonstrated by provoking me to post merely by offering a friendly word!&lt;br /&gt;Thomas - you're always online, don't deny it, comment (if only to protest your lack of obligation to comment, or to celebrate the vegemite war)&lt;br /&gt;Kathy - i am now visiting your blog to comment. sometimes your blog doesnt let me comment. if this is the problem, well and good. if not - squirrelly wrath for you!&lt;br /&gt;kimmy - ditto.&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;anyone else who reads  this - i don't even know that you read it!disgraceful!COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;This place is a commenting wasteland.&lt;br /&gt;xxa&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 'Gary' had better not been some sort of online salesman or he will be fed to fairies. Oh yes! they eat more than nectar!!&lt;br /&gt;-a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114968417265669289?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114968417265669289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114968417265669289' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114968417265669289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114968417265669289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/06/fairy-wrathtravel-to-bathstop-doing.html' title='Fairy wrath...travel to Bath..stop doing math...evil hath...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114957940206484493</id><published>2006-06-06T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T15:36:42.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'I'm a vegetarian, well I'm not hardcore because I eat meat, but only because I like the taste. So morally, I win' - Dylan Moran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/images-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/320/images-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. Tom was quite concerned by my last post - not that he COMMENTED! He reckons i should delete it now because it sounds so distressed. but i refuse to edit my history of emotions, i'm way too narcissistic for that. However i figure i owe you people pics....&lt;br /&gt;how in the hell do i do that?.....ah, i see.&lt;br /&gt;this has been my completed quest. I am victorious once again.&lt;br /&gt;xxa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114957940206484493?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114957940206484493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114957940206484493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114957940206484493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114957940206484493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-vegetarian-well-im-not-hardcore.html' title='&apos;I&apos;m a vegetarian, well I&apos;m not hardcore because I eat meat, but only because I like the taste. So morally, I win&apos; - Dylan Moran'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114925356782804932</id><published>2006-06-02T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:06:07.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those nights...</title><content type='html'>man, i seriously need to vent. if you don't care, go somewhere else.my blog. my problems...those pretty pictures don't come out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;oooook. i'll do happy things towards the end of this. happy stuff can always wait. you never feel as compelled to blog when you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;there is NOTHING on tv, was a good movie on SBS before,but we have crappy reception.&lt;br /&gt;ok was watching 'the banger sisters' because i was THAT BORED (it is NOT  a film which i endorse...largely because it has goldie hawn in it, but when nothing is on...)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, and these two sisters are chatting about their mother and their problems etc etc, and i got so depressed....i know i'm prone to this drama queen depression all the time...but seriously, if i chatted to my sister about personal problems like that....i'd have to make some sort of joke or something....be entertaining in some way...&lt;br /&gt;and we never chat like that. well, we chat, but it's never personal, if she wanted to talk about something personal she'd talk to one of her actual friends, or maybe her boyfriend, not that i've ever met him, though he apparently knows about one of the more embarrassing incidents of my life, because it entertains her to tell people. i get slightly more information than my parents, which isnt much at all. all i get to hear is that whatever she told my parents, it was slightly worse, and she didn't say so so that they wouldn't freak out. not that they would anyway, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;we only chat from time to time about my life because i want her to know, i want to share, because im trying to actually have a relationship here. i ask her about her life and if she's in the right mood she'll give me a sentence in reply, otherwise she'll just ignore me. i don't even know if she's a christian, and i lived in the same house as her for most of my life.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't help that i know that, ideally, she'd love to be on the other side of the world. the person i am (BIOLOGICALLY) closest to would rather be on the other side of the world. fan-bloody-tastic.&lt;br /&gt;farout, when i have kids (yes, WHEN, i'm nice enough, and even if i can't have children i'm adopting) im so having them closer together...the age difference between us just makes her more inclined to see me as her pet.&lt;br /&gt;well, not hers. her parents'.&lt;br /&gt;if i was older she might think that i have more of a right to claim her attention. not that she doesnt care at all, not that she doesnt talk to me, not that she doesnt think im interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just all on her time. she sees me because we are related,not because she likes me.and she's my sister, and i love her.so it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and it's stupid, but this is as good as it gets expressing it.&lt;br /&gt;man, now i feel worse than i did when i started typing. serves me right for sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;in addition (yes, im about to talk about GOD. OH NO! because i dont think God sucks suddenly my opinion doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;i love God. He loves me. He loves me more than i ever had any right to expect. He would have been well-advised to get rid of me a long time ago, because of what i've done to Him.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of chucking me out, He sends the person He loves best to be KILLED so that i'm ok, and that He and i can start again.&lt;br /&gt;anything i do will never be enough to pay Him back, and He doesn't care, so long and He and i can  be how we should be. and we are. and i'm such a sucky person, i'll never stop re-realising how He loves me and how amazing its going to be when i see Him.&lt;br /&gt;And a person i care about reckons that God hates him. to the point that mentioning God makes him cringe. and it's so wrong because i know how much God loves him.it's so horrible, he doesn't think he's all that good, but he's a great person, and farout, if God did all that for me while i'm sooo....then God LOVES this guy, what's more He made him and knows what he's like and wants him to understand how much He loves him.&lt;br /&gt;it's horrible the way this guy thinks God just judges him and doesn't care about him.&lt;br /&gt;because i think it breaks God's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;ok, come on, happy happy joy joy (;P tom and justin)&lt;br /&gt;Tom and i have been going out over a year. it's so weird, because he's not bored with me, he still likes me and treats me as though im incredibly special.and he's still so sweet and smart and....not an idiot like a lot of guys, you know?he tries to annoys me when he wants attention, but he knows crap when he sees it, and he knows important things should be treated importantly.&lt;br /&gt;he's a Christian, as am i, he actually recognizes that for how important it is and HELPS me being in a relationship with God. and i can't think of a more amazing guy God could have brought into my life.&lt;br /&gt;the other week we actually fought for the first time. it was great.&lt;br /&gt;not the fighting, at the beginning we got kinda annoyed at each other and that sucked, then we started actually explaining what we meant, and that was ok, but the way we figured out what the problem was, and addressed THAT , it was such a beautiful thing, because it WASNT easy, but we did it anyway, because i know that he's so worth it, and he reckons i'm someone he wants around for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;happy is good.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and WHILE I'M HERE...&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure one of my friends recently lost her virginity, and that annoys me so because this guy, no matter how much she likes him, was not worth it, and thats something she has to deal with for the rest of her life now.&lt;br /&gt;no guy is worth it before marriage. tom isn't worth it before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;because it means that you're taking that away from your future husband. and it's significant. i dont want my husband to feel that there's something hurting our intimacy, and i dont want to screw with someone's wife's feelings of security about her husband. &lt;br /&gt;coz it would break my heart if my husband had slept with some girl ages ago. someone else is in a domain NO-ONE else gets to be in. it shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;ill go find some pretty flowers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114925356782804932?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114925356782804932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114925356782804932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114925356782804932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114925356782804932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-one-of-those-nights.html' title='It&apos;s one of those nights...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114613876263698355</id><published>2006-04-28T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:52:42.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>hmmmm....i really like body jar and sugar ray.&lt;br /&gt;this clipping i'm sticking on is tom's fault. he's not here to appreciate me, so someone else had to. at least it's an automated response, not an actual person.&lt;br /&gt;but he's home soon, so i'll be sane soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;sane?&lt;br /&gt; 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You've got to be perfection attained.  Congratulations.  Shoot me a message sometime. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;  &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;TABLE cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; &lt;SPAN id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;TABLE cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="113"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="37" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;75%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;judgment&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="113"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="37" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;75%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;compassion&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="113"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="37" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;75%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;intelligence&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="113"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="37" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;75%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;sense of humour&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10122378611361208098'&gt;The Are You Just Another Girl? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=11241121991015470671'&gt;acousticallyemo&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114613876263698355?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114613876263698355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114613876263698355' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114613876263698355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114613876263698355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114407035980005210</id><published>2006-04-04T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:19:19.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers alex</title><content type='html'>1. What does your blog name mean?&lt;br /&gt;it means i ran out of ideas....and was kinda into spider webs with dew on them&lt;br /&gt;2. Elaborate on your default photo?&lt;br /&gt;dont have one coz i dont like stalkers and everyone who comments/reads knows what i look like&lt;br /&gt;3. Make up a question.&lt;br /&gt;Alex sucks for nicking off with the best one....ummm....what is wrong with merrylands?!&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your current relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;not quite sane, and rather unsingle. not married tho.but have a lovely boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;5. What EXACTLY are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;grey tshirt and spencer under, and underwear under that, plus 3/4 length nasty trousers i wore to clean the bathroom, + more underwear&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your current problem?&lt;br /&gt;ummmm...international organisation wont refund money they should have, and i am too busy with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;love among people, acceptance and love and friendship&lt;br /&gt;8. What makes you most happy?&lt;br /&gt;knowing i cant screw everything up so much that everything is completely retarded, that God has His Hand over everything&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you musically inclined?&lt;br /&gt;rather. song is wonderful....i have music i need to possess.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could go back in time, and change something, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;cero. God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;cat or bird. probably cat.&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever have a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;almost got hit by a bus in paris. my fault.&lt;br /&gt;13. Name an obvious quality you have.&lt;br /&gt; i care and love a lot. even when it hurts. more than a few people know.&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the name of the song that's stuck in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;song  i wrote yesterday - Also You&lt;br /&gt;15. Who did you cut and paste this from?&lt;br /&gt;Alex! (Zahaquiel)&lt;br /&gt;16. Name someone with the same birthday as you.&lt;br /&gt;ummm...noone, im too special&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever vandalized someone's private property?&lt;br /&gt;no, my own, yes&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;i shoved a girl a bit while she attcked my best friend. we were 8. it was not exciting&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;often.&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;height. if they seem to think im not an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you usually order from Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;starbucks?!gah!fight capitalism man!...and...all the other stuff foamy ses. SQUIRRELLY WRATH!&lt;br /&gt;24. Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;nicole kidman. the ppl involved i think may not have ever seen nicole kidman&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;you suck for asking that. yes. stuff  on ABC, in late arvo i get into&lt;br /&gt;26. Did you have braces?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you comfortable with your height?&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;28. What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;given me a flower pot with my favourite flowers growing in it....given me boxES of my favourite chocolates...given me a lil book of photos of us....those are up there right now.&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you speak any other languages?&lt;br /&gt;french is kinda ok, patient french speakers know what im saying, and a teeny bit of español&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you have a crush on someone on your blog?&lt;br /&gt;i have a very large crush on my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they can't count though - there's two questions missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NOW i am going to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114407035980005210?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114407035980005210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114407035980005210' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114407035980005210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114407035980005210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheers-alex.html' title='cheers alex'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114311023130743005</id><published>2006-03-24T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:37:11.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heyheyHEY!</title><content type='html'>lol people i am PSYCHED.RAPT.&lt;br /&gt;tom(oh you all knew it was coming) gave me an mp3cd with all this music on it love...and i find out that in fact I HAVE heard all the bands i know are so important that i should know their songs...i just never knew who they were by.....&lt;br /&gt;and now i can be confident that i have found another genre that loves me as much as i love it.go the acquabats and catch-22 AND eve 6 and the new pornographers esp 'miss teen wordpower'.....&lt;br /&gt;and GO the english beat. im finally catching up on the various waves of ska.&lt;br /&gt;...ok, so i kinda felt that i wasnt sure that i could confidently say i love ska...i loved various components but i never felt  genuine...'like one of those people that suddenly shave their head and say they were always into punk' (bonus points if you know where thats from)&lt;br /&gt;and im looking at all this music on my computer and i am THRILLED....i have so much GOLD here.&lt;br /&gt;you never know how much music affects you until you get a S***(yes, ship)load of music you find the audio equivalent of  a 6 week road trip with your best mates.&lt;br /&gt;go music. yay. yayayyay.&lt;br /&gt;love~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114311023130743005?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114311023130743005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114311023130743005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114311023130743005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114311023130743005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/03/heyheyhey.html' title='heyheyHEY!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114310947206358498</id><published>2006-03-23T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:24:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt; &lt;FONT size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Hippy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; You scored 63% Naturalistic! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; You are hippy all the way! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://is3.okcupid.com/users/132/176/13217694596681249826/mt1142280448.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;TABLE cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; &lt;SPAN id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;TABLE cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="87"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="63" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;58%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;TreeHugger&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="1"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="149" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;0%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Hippy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10313709511126918271'&gt;The Tree-Hugger VS.  Hippy Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=13217694596681249826'&gt;purpolhaze&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114310947206358498?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114310947206358498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114310947206358498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114310947206358498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114310947206358498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/03/flores.html' title='flores'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114129540273113428</id><published>2006-03-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:30:02.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello all</title><content type='html'>it's kathy's bday. go kathy.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness, i was just doing this weird quiz online, and a question was 'which shakespearean play was 10 things i hate about you' based on? and the options were hamlet, king lear, much ado about nothing and macbeth.&lt;br /&gt;THE TAMING OF THE SHREW!!!i cannot STAND how that annoys me! the idiot who wrote it OBVIOUSLY has never read/watched the taming of the shrew,nor much ado about nothing( i can only assume that's the one they thought it was).&lt;br /&gt;and then they go and write a question about it, exposing to the world their stupidity!&lt;br /&gt;oh, there we go, something i'm thinking about lately.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel claims that 'Independent' or whatever it's called by....oh smeg...i forgot....AT LEAST I ADMIT IT AND DON'T PRETEND IT'S BY SOMEONE ELSE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the song with the continual 'will you please hold my hand - I cant, im independent&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a man- you can't, im independent...its not that we dont know, why cant she let it go....she's independent, she doesnt need your help, she's independent, she'll do it by herself, she's independent, try not to let it show, she's independent, i hate that stupid ***(mean word i dont think is appropriate although it does rhyme)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the point is....i mean points are&lt;br /&gt;a)independence is not a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;b)independence doesn't mean being mean to people&lt;br /&gt;c)i'm not even like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;we all went camping recently and time and again i had to rely on tom time and again...i dont like being a burden, and i DO like being my own person AND independence, however when i need help, i ask for it, and i did ask for it....eventually, add to which tom helped ME when he was undergoing far heavier burdens(no metaphor here...his bag was unbelievably heavy)....&lt;br /&gt;+i don't push him away from holding my hand or calling me or anything like that,and he is at his own liberty to be a man, altho he enjoys being a boy from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to sum up, i'm not a horrible girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i might be, but not for the reasons people think.&lt;br /&gt;ok, on phone to kathy,byeeeee&lt;br /&gt;ps.tom rox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114129540273113428?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114129540273113428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114129540273113428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114129540273113428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114129540273113428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-all.html' title='hello all'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-114069290906050098</id><published>2006-02-23T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:08:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm actually going to put effort into this dammit</title><content type='html'>ok!&lt;br /&gt;meredith and i went to see 'walk the line'. is film about johnny cash's life.&lt;br /&gt;apparently johnny is joaquin phoenix. i think of someone else....&lt;br /&gt;anyway, he was good, very good.&lt;br /&gt;reese witherspoon was june carter, she was cool too.&lt;br /&gt;part of the film is about their two characters....i dont know, when people end up having an affair, you can see the way films normally build up showing everything that was wrong and how a sane person would have an affair too!&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to mum and she was talking about how touring was so much more important for getting music out then though...so i was understanding what happened and how options were limited to alter situations....&lt;br /&gt;i reckon there's a point where your mind says 'ok, i'll give this up to get that', and that's the act which puts the responsibility on a person....things dont just happen, people have attitudes and ideas....&lt;br /&gt;back to the film.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and FYI, johnny cash was a Christian. you wouldnt know it from the film, the way Christ's grace turned his life around. i think it's retarded that it was taken out, and i want to know who of his relatives approved that.&lt;br /&gt;coz he's dead, btw.june too.&lt;br /&gt;who woulda guessed reese and joaquin(pronounced wha-kin) could SING! i was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;UNI GOES BACK SOON!i am so excited, i miss uni...i miss getting out of the house....&lt;br /&gt;i miss having something TO DO that does not include woolies.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing people in large amounts that include my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i miss seeing tom without driving or taking public transport for so long....&lt;br /&gt;i miss having something to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and O MY GOODNESS, in case you forgot, i am STILL going out with the most wonderful guy EVER.&lt;br /&gt;showed up at my house WITHOUT a word...flowers...&lt;br /&gt;me, speechless.&lt;br /&gt;lol, 9 months?is nothing.i intend to keep hold of this one LONG after he's come to his sense and realised i am a crazy old bat.&lt;br /&gt;love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-114069290906050098?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/114069290906050098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=114069290906050098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114069290906050098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/114069290906050098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-actually-going-to-put-effort-into.html' title='i&apos;m actually going to put effort into this dammit'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113957371326336782</id><published>2006-02-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:15:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAISY!!:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt; &lt;FONT size="5"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Daisy&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt; You scored 30% exotic, 48% fragile,  and 74% complex! &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; If you're anything like the picture below, you most certainly delight people in the way that only kittens and sleeping babies can.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional flower symbolism: innocence, purity, loyal love.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your opposite is the Camellia.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt; &lt;IMG src="http://is1.okcupid.com/users/198/904/1999044786693166384/mt1139097549.jpg"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;TABLE cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt; &lt;SPAN id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;TABLE cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="41"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="109" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;27%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;exotic&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="101"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="49" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;67%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;fragile&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;&lt;TABLE cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1" border="0" bgcolor="black"&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD height="20" bgcolor="#b2cfff" width="128"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD width="22" bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border="0" alt="free online dating"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;TD valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;85%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;complex&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=3997390283270258921'&gt;The What Flower Are You? Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1999044786693166384'&gt;gnomee666&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3'&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113957371326336782?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113957371326336782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113957371326336782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113957371326336782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113957371326336782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2006/02/daisyd.html' title='DAISY!!:D'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113940110454937341</id><published>2006-02-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:18:24.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humph!</title><content type='html'>well, apparently noone in blogland cared that i LEFT THE COUNTRY!or at least they didnt log their protest online!and some bloody ad guy calling himself johhny smith left an ad in my comments area!is there no decency left in this world??is nothing sacred??&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm........yes, france is very nice. veru cold. many dogs. lots of french. i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmm........&lt;br /&gt;oh screwit&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113940110454937341?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113940110454937341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113940110454937341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113940110454937341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113940110454937341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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deliberately didnt put that in capitals. im weaning myself off them. but i am quite excited about less than jake...i've been ODing on 'Anthem'...is goooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;night. its too hot FYI&lt;br /&gt;`a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113412321514840499?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113412321514840499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113412321514840499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113412321514840499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113412321514840499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-very-very-hot.html' title='it is very very hot.'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113283146799977107</id><published>2005-11-25T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:24:28.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we aint got no place to go - SO LETS GO TO THE PUNK ROCK SHOW!</title><content type='html'>because kimmy compels me...&lt;br /&gt;kimmy is in Dubai! how crazy!&lt;br /&gt;and tom has actually posted! even more crazy!&lt;br /&gt;im going to france! crazy crazy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;the motor registry is completely booked out for ages!&lt;br /&gt;thats not crazy, thats just damn stupid!&lt;br /&gt;am going to see LESS THAN JAKE...wow..im suddenly one of those people that go to rock/ska concerts and see rock/punk bands...i always thought those people were sooo cool.&lt;br /&gt;and  now i know i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;lol, back hurts, am tired, cant drive good, but have no exams!!&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxalsion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113283146799977107?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113283146799977107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113283146799977107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113283146799977107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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smiling at me?&lt;br /&gt;Where would we walk?&lt;br /&gt;Where would we run?&lt;br /&gt;If we could stay all day in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me,&lt;br /&gt;and I could be&lt;br /&gt;Part of your world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my sweet one!&lt;br /&gt;Nicole remarked today that T&amp;me were sickening the way we snuggled together-&lt;br /&gt;GET USED TO IT PEOPLE, IT AINT STOPPING ANY TIME SOON.&lt;br /&gt;'sides, I've seen couples who really WERE sickening, and nasty,&lt;br /&gt;but i think a couple who look like they really care about each other are sweet!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's more what Kathy once said, 'On one hand, it's great, and we're really happy for you,&lt;br /&gt;On the other, we just wanna kill you for it.'&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you, Thomas is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxox(n)ooooxxoxoxoxo hot stuff,&lt;br /&gt;for everyone else......o......:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing wrong with being happy.&lt;br /&gt;oh....and if, like sarah, you once saw me and wanted to say hi, but saw i was...occupied...SAY HI ANYWAY, I'LL LIVE. SO WILL TOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask kathy how it works, she'll tell you :P&lt;br /&gt;here's to six more, or more!&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113179371726737893?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113179371726737893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113179371726737893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113179371726737893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113179371726737893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/11/demi-anniversary.html' title='DEMI-ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113153082969134483</id><published>2005-11-10T13:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:11:52.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo yo YO!</title><content type='html'>ok. i can take the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;exams soon, damn.&lt;br /&gt;assessment due soon.&lt;br /&gt;driving lessons to do so as to obtain p's.&lt;br /&gt;france stuff of every description.&lt;br /&gt;6 month final prep.&lt;br /&gt;money must be made.&lt;br /&gt;beach mission work (of sorts).&lt;br /&gt;DUDE i am FEELIN THE BURN!&lt;br /&gt;faith in God faith in God faith in God.....&lt;br /&gt;but then, i am no. 4 in Becca's quiz!&lt;br /&gt;so it's all ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go me on the GUITAR!. i so kick **** btw.&lt;br /&gt;lol, no-one knows what i actually meant there&lt;br /&gt;SECRETS WITHIN SECRETS.&lt;br /&gt;ok, copious capitals means i should leave.&lt;br /&gt;bye my lil chickadees (and respected associates)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. GO LESS THAN JAKE! LOVE IT! (except when on scratched cd's thomas!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113153082969134483?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113153082969134483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113153082969134483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113153082969134483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113153082969134483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/11/yo-yo-yo_09.html' title='yo yo YO!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113049769632502388</id><published>2005-10-29T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:08:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey howdy hey</title><content type='html'>hey y'all&lt;br /&gt;yay. go blackadder. go reel big fish. go everybody!&lt;br /&gt;i have started learning guitar - CHORDS, if you're interested...it's so much fun ppl! 'sides, if i were to ever be a singer in a band, i'd have more cred if i could play guitar. and i can, a little now. how cool.&lt;br /&gt;ummmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;live life people. i can drive good now.&lt;br /&gt;xox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113049769632502388?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113049769632502388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113049769632502388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113049769632502388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113049769632502388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey-howdy-hey.html' title='hey howdy hey'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-113050047453819320</id><published>2005-10-28T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T19:54:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tee hee...duh</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/GC/GCS/gcsriotgurl26/1130487039_stuffHeart.JPG" border="0" alt="pure heart"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are in a relationship that is filled with love&lt;br&gt;and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/gcsriotgurl26/quizzes/What%20is%20you%20love%20life%20like%3F/"&gt; What is you love life like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-113050047453819320?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/113050047453819320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=113050047453819320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113050047453819320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/113050047453819320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/10/tee-heeduh.html' title='Tee hee...duh'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112971981005553940</id><published>2005-10-20T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:03:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so...I haven't been on-I HAVE A LIFE PEOPLE!</title><content type='html'>Go people at my party. If you weren't there, you rejected me and I shall have to hunt you in the cyber-realm. Oh yes, it shall be done.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments at uni etcetc, HOLIDAYS SOON!kimberley is cool coz she was at my party so comment on her blog. And kathy too, for same reason.&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm older....I'm exactly the same....just older...&lt;br /&gt;ok, this post was mainly to say i havent forgotten you all. how could i, tom keeps telling me to post.&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT ON MY BLOG OR SUFFER MY CYBER SQUIRRELLY WRATH!!&lt;br /&gt;~love, me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112971981005553940?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112971981005553940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112971981005553940' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112971981005553940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112971981005553940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/10/soi-havent-been-on-i-have-life-people.html' title='so...I haven&apos;t been on-I HAVE A LIFE PEOPLE!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112764902946243048</id><published>2005-09-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T19:50:29.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the desolation of my...oh wait, no, i'm just ill</title><content type='html'>hey all  (all 3 of you that is, unless someone else would just comment, darnit!)&lt;br /&gt;actually, i am slightly desolated! my boyfriend is away, and IF he gets all his assignments finished PRONTO, then and only then i can see him-but only in 3 or 4 days! whatever shall i do???&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a song for him actually...yes another one.....&lt;br /&gt;but i would simply like to record my missingfulness of him. which is in abundance. and it's not even so much for his tight hugs or loverly kisses(which-i would like to make it clear- i am not discounting the value of) it's for HIM. and being held by him. &lt;br /&gt;oh why not, im gonna go on for a bit, if you dont like it, you dont have to read it.&lt;br /&gt;i miss talking to him and listening to him and walking along and playing silly games and stopping him being silly very quickly and happily and looking in his eyes and....oh, everything.&lt;br /&gt;~night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112764902946243048?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112764902946243048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112764902946243048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112764902946243048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112764902946243048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-desolation-of-myoh-wait-no-im-just.html' title='oh the desolation of my...oh wait, no, i&apos;m just ill'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112730249453648266</id><published>2005-09-22T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:34:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, the art of underestimation...</title><content type='html'>it's odd. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's apparently the tall poppy syndrome or something, but no-one wants to say they're any good at anything...or that they are special in any way...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, saying, i am good at ... is not to say im better than everyone else in the whole world at...&lt;br /&gt;but maybe we interpret it that way?&lt;br /&gt;are we threatened by people claiming abilities? is pretending everyone is the same more reassuring for people who don't feel special?&lt;br /&gt;is it possible that the people who don't feel special actually are special, but have forgotten they were, or suppressed it, so that someone else could be reassured??&lt;br /&gt;well...maybe not. i personally don't understand myself when my boyfriend says im pretty...because i think deep down i think i look good, but when he says it i feel like he's just saying it, that it couldn't be true.&lt;br /&gt;how does a person accept a compliment these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112730249453648266?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112730249453648266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112730249453648266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112730249453648266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112730249453648266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/ah-art-of-underestimation.html' title='ah, the art of underestimation...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112712562520673568</id><published>2005-09-20T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T18:27:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting a passport is hard</title><content type='html'>there have been several stuffups on the part of the establishment in general which have retarded my efforts to get a passport. &lt;br /&gt;i have been very accomodating of these people, very polite on the phone when they WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING to tell me something else is wrong, &lt;br /&gt;BUT I WOULD LIKE IT REGISTERED THAT I AM IMPRESSED BY NO-ONE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and they all want too much money. it's hard to tell if i'm actually applying legitimately, or if i'm just bribing the post office. &lt;br /&gt;annnnnnnnd&lt;br /&gt;GO HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;tho i try to shun the cornish strange accented one, i kinda go for a weird yorkshire/jack sparrow mix&lt;br /&gt;then tha' shalt see that i truly rule the waves like the bonny lass i am!&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;~night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112712562520673568?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112712562520673568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112712562520673568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112712562520673568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112712562520673568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-passport-is-hard.html' title='getting a passport is hard'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112704212769986428</id><published>2005-09-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:15:27.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAN tribute</title><content type='html'>i believe i mean a LAN and not a WAN, ask anyone from yr 10 computing and they'll tell you i'm not exactly in with the lingo and the deeper understanding of computers that its use entails.&lt;br /&gt;-sorry, it's been a while since i posted...i'm a little full of words.&lt;br /&gt;Tom and i went to Stephen's 19th last night/this morning....&lt;br /&gt;was in fact my first time with a LAN, and was slightly apprehensive going in on my own eventually with Age of empires II, but i enjoyed myself immensely (yes, im a nerd, but it's tom's fault...)&lt;br /&gt;what with my continuing wars with my neighbor over whether or not i had the right to burn down his lumber camp and whether or not he had a right to march a....large amount of catapults into my city centre and threaten to decimate it unless i became his ally, and of course my trade complications and dead sexy seige onagers etc....&lt;br /&gt;if that meant nothing to you....&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry...i used to be there...but computers suck you in. just like tv. except this was worse...COMPETITION ;D&lt;br /&gt;believe me, if you knew what i was talking about it'd be cool.&lt;br /&gt;if you know what i'm talking about...you can tell i'm completely disorganised and probably(not definitely) survived due to tom's gifts of wood, stone and gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, have upped my record of staying awake...was on a yr 12 camp and made it to 4am, thanks libby...got about 3 hours sleep..was unfun.&lt;br /&gt;last night easily made it to about 5, woke at 7:40...was great. managed to feel sane enough to do kids church...then walk home and fall into bed.&lt;br /&gt;i think i did well though. i felt as though i had slept ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and just for social commentary....what is with people getting drunk whenever social decorum permits it?&lt;br /&gt;people stumbling about, spilling beer..screaming with joy at everything...then just screaming...&lt;br /&gt;drunk people allow standards of entertainment to be lowered coz they don't care...and the sober of us left have to deal with 3rd-rate entertainment...&lt;br /&gt;IT COULD BE SO MUCH BETTER IF PEOPLE CARED MORE.&lt;br /&gt;i mean...i've seen some of my friends drink...and i'm not blind, i can see that some are craving any kind of release from things they've known...ironically the very things that resurface when they do get drunk...&lt;br /&gt;but some people get drunk be cause they can't be bothered being more inventive, and don't understand that control over themselves and their actions is more valuable than they give it credit for being.&lt;br /&gt;if alcohol is the only thing standing between you and boredom, and a possible crisis of identity and being....&lt;br /&gt;then there is nothing standing between you and boredom, and a possible crisis of identity and being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112704212769986428?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112704212769986428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112704212769986428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704212769986428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704212769986428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/lan-tribute.html' title='LAN tribute'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112704772164574100</id><published>2005-09-18T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:48:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooooo...i'm addicted...to the point that i'll overlook shocking spelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Medalladark/1124260169_esromantic.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8c2d560)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're first kiss will be beautiful. You're very&lt;br&gt;intune to the things around you and are a&lt;br&gt;slight perfectionist. Your love is pure, and&lt;br&gt;whoever you choose to share it with is lucky.&lt;br&gt;You're very romantic and know how to treat&lt;br&gt;people. Your kiss is a very strong part of your&lt;br&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Medalladark/quizzes/What%20will%20your%20first%20kiss%20look%20like%3F%20(beautiful%20pics)/"&gt; What will your first kiss look like? (beautiful pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112704772164574100?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112704772164574100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112704772164574100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704772164574100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704772164574100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/sooooooim-addictedto-point-that-ill.html' title='soooooo...i&apos;m addicted...to the point that i&apos;ll overlook shocking spelling'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112704673092136794</id><published>2005-09-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T20:32:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SwitchFootGurl/1122887029_uizzeslove.jpg" border="0" alt="love"&gt;&lt;br&gt;People see love in your eyes. You either love&lt;br&gt;everyone around you ooor...somebody's in&lt;br&gt;loooove, no? Seriously, though... You seem to&lt;br&gt;have a lot of love in your heart right now.&lt;br&gt;You're singing songs and picking flowers...or&lt;br&gt;at least you feel like doing so. And we can't&lt;br&gt;forget floating on air, right? Well, don't let&lt;br&gt;anyone ruin that for you, and if things don't&lt;br&gt;turn out...don't worry over it. There are worse&lt;br&gt;things, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SwitchFootGurl/quizzes/What%20can%20people%20see%20in%20your%20eyes%3F(great%20ANIME%20pics)((IMPROVED!!!))/"&gt; What can people see in your eyes?(great ANIME pics)((IMPROVED!!!))&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112704673092136794?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112704673092136794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112704673092136794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704673092136794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704673092136794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/people-see-love-in-your-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112704402588504269</id><published>2005-09-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T19:47:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/ElisaDay/1126030991_tent-liten.jpg" border="0" alt="Content love"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will have a &lt;strong&gt;Content love&lt;/strong&gt;. Not&lt;br&gt;boring, but without fights and problems. You&lt;br&gt;will just... be in love. Simple as that. As a&lt;br&gt;person, your not the one who laughs highest or&lt;br&gt;most often, nor the one in the dark corner&lt;br&gt;crying. You are the one who sits watching&lt;br&gt;everyone else, often with a little smile&lt;br&gt;playing on your lips. To you, life is good and&lt;br&gt;you will get what you wish for. You will fall&lt;br&gt;for someone who is himself, and lets you be&lt;br&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please rate aaaaand... eat chocolate bars?&lt;br&gt;*cough*rate*cough* ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ElisaDay/quizzes/What%20Love%20are%20you%20Fated%20for%3F%20~AWESOME%20anime%20pics!~/"&gt; What Love are you Fated for? ~AWESOME anime pics!~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112704402588504269?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112704402588504269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112704402588504269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704402588504269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112704402588504269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-will-have-content-love.html' title=''/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112471295551796071</id><published>2005-08-23T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:15:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH MAN!!</title><content type='html'>I TOTALLY FORGOT TO RAVE ABOUT REEL BIG FISH! I AM SO RETARDED!&lt;br /&gt;REEL BIG FISH and GOOOOOOOOOLDFINGER are having a concert, and i'm GOING!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO dammit!&lt;br /&gt;tom and i picked up the tickets and all his friends are going, so we'll all have heeeeeeeaps of fun....&lt;br /&gt;uuummm...yeah, i dont know if i maybe like goldfinger more....&lt;br /&gt;i mean, ill always love reel big fish...but i've got a lot of loving to give....and goldfinger have some so-beautiful songs...&lt;br /&gt;WAYNE GRETSKY BABY!&lt;br /&gt;oh, that is the funniest song.&lt;br /&gt;ok, NOW i am finished,&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw, &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE REEL BIG FISH AND GOLDFINGER!&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of a given, but just in case you missed it....&lt;br /&gt;even tom was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112471295551796071?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112471295551796071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112471295551796071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112471295551796071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112471295551796071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/08/argh-man.html' title='ARGH MAN!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112471170411553257</id><published>2005-08-23T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T19:55:04.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i haven't posted in a while...</title><content type='html'>man, i should tell more people about this blog...only tom and kim read it...IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND ARE NEITHER TOM NOR KIM THEN COMMENT!&lt;br /&gt;woooow...i'm in such an odd mood. am isolated coz parents have been away, as well as elder sister...thus family all together again is something i look forward too immensely.&lt;br /&gt;was talking to tom before and felt much better...he's better than a DVD, i must say...dvd's leave me feeling a lil empty inside sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;ummm....am doing more maths assignments and its a scary processs...trying to love maths again....i can't help but feel a little evil.&lt;br /&gt;GO KAT AND STEPHEN! and their very cool engagement party, which i enjoyed lots....esp the kareoke machine...so much evil in such a small computer...&lt;br /&gt;uuuummm....&lt;br /&gt;i'll post again soon i promise!&lt;br /&gt;once i have a life...&lt;br /&gt;:P ~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112471170411553257?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112471170411553257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112471170411553257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112471170411553257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112471170411553257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-havent-posted-in-while.html' title='so i haven&apos;t posted in a while...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112186001092588869</id><published>2005-07-20T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:46:50.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!!</title><content type='html'>now im REALLY annoyed at computers and admin!&lt;br /&gt;i was angry this arvo coz i cannot get to my uni results online for love nor money, despite some intricate mis-information by a very patient IT guy, and there is no other way to get these exam results, so i have to go into uni tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;AND i was writing a blog and pressed the wrong button and it all blanked out&lt;br /&gt;LETS GO BACK TO TYPEWRITERS PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, &lt;br /&gt;BATMAN BEGINS&lt;br /&gt;actors:&lt;br /&gt;christian bale (who was in little women and midsummer night's dream (with michelle pfieffer and rupert everett :D) in case you were wondering, was killing mum and i) does very well...wasn't annoying, was original&lt;br /&gt;katie whatshername...yes, good, was the conscience of the film, which worked with her...if she'd been a love interest she would have annoyed the life out of me, but as it is she's ok, did what she was meant to, credible.&lt;br /&gt;ummm...butler, guy in several things...dirty rotten scoundrels, for one...anyway, smaller role, did fine.ah! micheal caine!&lt;br /&gt;liam neeson, typical, no problems with him&lt;br /&gt;ooh, morgan freeman, liked him, was pretty cool....was a little convenient to have all the gagets...but not too bondlike so ok, he was a good character.&lt;br /&gt;story:&lt;br /&gt;was well done, i cried in the sad bit, so much character development you couldnt move, LOVE IT, very much appreciated the whole bat thing, was scared he'd picked bats coz, you know, he wanted to like, merge with the night or some crap like that, but the line, when's he asked why bats 'bats frighten me' more human, more psychological...is it me or does this film have an IQ?!&lt;br /&gt;liked the conscience thing going throughout the film, hmmm...the conclusion was extremely logical and subtle...was waiting for more of a surPRISE, but did work, so ok. loved the end.&lt;br /&gt;4 stars&lt;br /&gt;~a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112186001092588869?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112186001092588869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112186001092588869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112186001092588869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112186001092588869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/07/gah.html' title='GAH!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-112012826204825123</id><published>2005-07-01T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:44:22.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY review!</title><content type='html'>realising this is actually my second film review, but i enjoy responding to my friends' requests for my blog, i feel special-er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;MADAGASCAR, which i saw with tom.&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D oh much enjoyment! good intertextuality(ie referring to other...stuff, including the statue of liberty and american beauty...shrek-like etc, but american beauty references in a disney things? i question some people's....sense of propriety)&lt;br /&gt;also, got a bit black, as the lion wanted to eat his friends....and isolated himself is the desolate evil areas of the island....&lt;br /&gt;and the resolution, while logical and workable...in disney terms...left a bit wanting.&lt;br /&gt;BUT GO THE LEMUR KING! I LOVE THE LEMUR KING!&lt;br /&gt;not only because of his singing, but coz of his second crown...that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;so, in certain details...interesting...but GOOD on the whole, well picked tom, watch it ( im talking to you kimmy)ummmm......four stars? im new to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR OF THE WORLDS (which i saw today with samuel)&lt;br /&gt;wow. wow wow wow.&lt;br /&gt;i saw book remake, tom cruise with steven spielberg, and thought ooohhh.that could suck so badly for so many reasons...&lt;br /&gt;but is WELL done, according to sam it is fairly accurate to the book, though MUCH more graphic-(icky stuff in the end bits)&lt;br /&gt;but tom cruise actually does quite well in my opinion, very believable, the whole thing sucked me in so well!&lt;br /&gt;and the other actors...good stuff...specially whats-her-name.&lt;br /&gt;oh, resolution..again, much logical-ness...bit of a let-down, but it's right, so i don't mind too much..i spose its only a let-down compared to typical hlloywood endings...in and of itself it works fine.&lt;br /&gt;definitely worth a look. four and a half stars...would be five...but i refuse to give it five, five is reserved for the absolute KILLERS of the movie genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-112012826204825123?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/112012826204825123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=112012826204825123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112012826204825123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/112012826204825123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-review.html' title='MY review!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111944438951058069</id><published>2005-06-23T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T20:46:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about perspective...</title><content type='html'>about time for another of my outlook on life entries...&lt;br /&gt;i am very into finding analogies. i think for a while ALL THE TIME for different ways to express new concepts to myself and other people, so as to help us understand. &lt;br /&gt;i think it's important to make an effort to understand things, or people. i (:D) can't stand intolerance....kidding...i really dislike intolerance, it makes me sad that sometimes it's just too much effort to see another person's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Piaget (heh, i dont care if tommy calls me a nerd....i sound so damn cool) theorised that children go through several developmental stages, and about the concrete-operational stage (if i didnt pass that exam there is no justice in this world) children get over egocentrism...they become aware of other people's point of view. if you play hide and seek with a group including a four year old, when everyone else runs off to hide, the 4yo will often cover their face with their hands.&lt;br /&gt;WE GET PAST THAT STAGE. we are able to comprehend other circumstances, other problems than our own. we should make the effort. it gets me when i dont, and it gets me more when other people dont...coz i like to feel superior obviously...&lt;br /&gt;and i like my analogies. perspective-taking should be a priority. it hurts more when people decide not to care.&lt;br /&gt;~NIGHT bubbles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111944438951058069?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111944438951058069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111944438951058069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111944438951058069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111944438951058069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-all-about-perspective.html' title='it&apos;s all about perspective...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111892575669536968</id><published>2005-06-17T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:42:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP! goes the....:D</title><content type='html'>hey there everybody!&lt;br /&gt;if anyone wants to know, and everyone does, getting your wisdom tooth extracted may not neccesarily be so bad!&lt;br /&gt;tho my jaw is just now starting to ache...but it was taken out, like eight hours ago, and ive taken all the reccomended medication...&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't as bad as the greece exam ive decided, particularly coz it was so quick, though i was UNBELIEVABLY scared beforehand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the tooth, tom can't get over how long the roots are...im more concerned with how not white it is...&lt;br /&gt;local anaesthetic aint so bad, tho dr payne is really very qualified and proficient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really did go pop...&lt;br /&gt;and i don't believe i am missing any wisdom..though i almost got on the wrong bus just afterwards, but i'd had an OPERATION dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, jaw IS stiff!&lt;br /&gt;and i need suggestions on what books to read to tom in Peel, i need him to know my favourite books...&lt;br /&gt;~night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111892575669536968?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111892575669536968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>EVERYBODY'S GETTING HITCHED AND IT'S FREAKING ME OUT</title><content type='html'>ok, seriously people.&lt;br /&gt;like, 4 couples....3 of which are my age, round the 20yo mark...&lt;br /&gt;and while i a) respect their right to make their own decisions and b) recognise a few factors in the matches which makes now much more convenient than for typical ppl my age...&lt;br /&gt;STILL!i am not even going to think about it till im finished uni/24 whichever comes LAST, and i think everyone needs to think about where they're heading.&lt;br /&gt;and if not that, then just think about how it's freaking me out, coz it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111857865733954477?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111857865733954477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111848479229682314</id><published>2005-06-12T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:13:12.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two gentlemen of verona, one i am rapt about, the other didn't get hit enough</title><content type='html'>went to see the bell shakespeare's two gents of verona...&lt;br /&gt;loved it.&lt;br /&gt;bell always do great stuff....&lt;br /&gt;like, reading shakespeare is never quite enough, its like reading from sheet music. (i think someone's said that before me...just to reference HAH stupid edu psych ppl saying i cant do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one was soo...just, incredible...&lt;br /&gt;id describe it more, but id feel exactly like yr 12 where i had to do the same thing with shakespeare performances...just ask me bout it&lt;br /&gt;ALTHOUGH, i wasnt happy bout how julia (wronged damsel) took proteus (cheating lying bastard)back when he said he was really really sorry...it lacked something...&lt;br /&gt;i mean (and if tom mentions the word nerd i shall scalp him) in midsommer(go the completely original anal-retentive spelling) night's dreamE , demetrius has kinda done the same thing, swearing to love one girl, then pursuing another, both julia and helena are WRONGED, but demetrius...&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks to a handy spell, he loves her again...which now feels even fickler...&lt;br /&gt;but then, at least she knows he wont ...&lt;br /&gt;he swears to her how he loves her and he says how beautiful she is...&lt;br /&gt;how his life wont be complete until etcetcetc...&lt;br /&gt;ah! got it! he talks about the way he felt about the other girl (hermia) those feelings melting like the summer snow, and how the only object of his life is helena...&lt;br /&gt;all proteus ses is here is his life's wish&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly julia's like 'here is mine', without another word from him....&lt;br /&gt;its too easy...id be heaps angrier i reckon...i woulda liked it better if she'd kicked him down and taken up with the other chap whose girlfriend died ages ago...&lt;br /&gt;tho he legged it leaving her friend to die...&lt;br /&gt;ok, just kicked him and went home and found someone better, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to think i have high standards&lt;br /&gt;kisses to my teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;-and general other persons (dont laugh at me ppl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111848479229682314?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111848479229682314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111848479229682314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111848479229682314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111848479229682314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/06/two-gentlemen-of-verona-one-i-am-rapt.html' title='two gentlemen of verona, one i am rapt about, the other didn&apos;t get hit enough'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111719050487724067</id><published>2005-05-28T11:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:41:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pauvre fille...</title><content type='html'>hey...just checking in, and reminding everyone to count their blessings that they didn't just get 20 yrs...&lt;br /&gt;i mean, her best hope is to get moved to an australian jail...&lt;br /&gt;and as soon as she gets to australian waters, appeal like hell...&lt;br /&gt;not that there's much hope, a condition of the move is usually that the person has to do the same sentence...&lt;br /&gt;but a better chance with the australian system than theirs...&lt;br /&gt;not that ours isn't screwed too...especially when politics gets involved...&lt;br /&gt;there isn't a great deal of hope...&lt;br /&gt;but she is not the first victim.&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/12569676-111719050487724067?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111719050487724067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111719050487724067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111719050487724067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111719050487724067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/05/pauvre-fille.html' title='pauvre fille...'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111701952004846700</id><published>2005-05-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:12:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finalement</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1109600141_ntent_life.JPG" border="0" alt="Content"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life is good and bad. You know it can never be&lt;br&gt;perfect and that it never have been, and you're&lt;br&gt;fine with that. You still feel it's important&lt;br&gt;to live life since it can end any day and not&lt;br&gt;sulk because of some little failure in life.&lt;br&gt;You are often a happy person, still you don't&lt;br&gt;laugh all the time. You have a somewhat calm&lt;br&gt;aura and most people feel comfortable around&lt;br&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/How%20do%20you%20see%20life%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How do you see life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111701952004846700?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111701952004846700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111701952004846700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701952004846700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701952004846700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/05/finalement.html' title='finalement'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111701475706157180</id><published>2005-05-26T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:52:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little people are not the man!</title><content type='html'>Because this is probably the only form of publication i'll have for at least the next 10 years, i'll say this now to the 'public', i can't be expected to remember this a decade longer-&lt;br /&gt;it has come to my attention that a random member of the public will mistake a little person for the man.&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;A random member of the public is just...anyone. never a little person though.&lt;br /&gt;A little person is someone who represents a corporation...who works and is the frontman, the visible representation of the coporation, could be a busdriver, a worker of a fast food chain/supermarket chain/department store chain...&lt;br /&gt;*note, i dont speak for all these people...but i know what im talking about&lt;br /&gt;this little person acts and works for the man. the man being the corporation, the bigger picture, the controlling variable, the one you stick it to because you can't beat the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have seen a free radical (you normal people) offended by, abuse and berate little people. this is apparently done because the free radical does not see that the little person, who says 'im sorry sir, i can't do that' is saying so because he works for the man, who is pulling his strings. the free radical can only see the little person in front of them, and believes they are the man, and is angry, for as we all know, the man likes to screw around with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But take note! this little person IS just like you, except that they need the money! they would probably comply if they were in charge-&lt;br /&gt;but if you are even speaking to them, if they are the person you are able to speak to-&lt;br /&gt;then they are almost always NOT  the man! you can NEVER speak to the man!!&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE, do not get angry at a little person when they appear to be the reason for which your rights are being restricted. that's the man. he always does that.&lt;br /&gt;rather, you should pity the little person, because they really would prefer to be on your side of the fence, but have fallen on hard times, and have had to sell their right to being cool, and their ability to stick it to the man. pity them, man. give them all a break.&lt;br /&gt;you know they need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111701475706157180?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111701475706157180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111701475706157180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701475706157180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701475706157180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-people-are-not-man.html' title='Little people are not the man!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111701711623243280</id><published>2005-05-25T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:31:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah yeah yeah, it's depressing as hell, but look at the pretty pictures! that's me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1104181529_ed_answere.JPG" border="0" alt="Depressed"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your connection with darkness is through your&lt;br&gt;depression. Hated, sad and often feeling&lt;br&gt;lonely, there is only a few that appreciate the&lt;br&gt;real you. You tend to keep to yourself and away&lt;br&gt;from the world since you don't want to be hurt&lt;br&gt;and betrayed again. Music gives you the&lt;br&gt;understanding you need to get through, it's&lt;br&gt;your "therapy". Or you express&lt;br&gt;yourself through art or writing. Chances are&lt;br&gt;you're also an anti-social person, who only&lt;br&gt;likes being with close friends, if even that.&lt;br&gt;The world has finally showed it's true face for&lt;br&gt;you and you wish life wasn't this miserable to&lt;br&gt;live through. Maybe you'll find happiness in&lt;br&gt;the future, but right now you're just hiding&lt;br&gt;away from the world. Who needs people anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20connection%20with%20darkness%3F%20(pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your connection with darkness? (pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111701711623243280?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111701711623243280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111701711623243280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701711623243280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111701711623243280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/05/yeah-yeah-yeah-its-depressing-as-hell.html' title='Yeah yeah yeah, it&apos;s depressing as hell, but look at the pretty pictures! that&apos;s me!!'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111701663687347103</id><published>2005-05-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:23:56.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, im kinda narcissistic...but this is fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1110722935_ht-element.JPG" border="0" alt="Light element"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Light. Your heart is pure and&lt;br&gt;shining with love. You believe in the goodness&lt;br&gt;of those around you and give almost everyone a&lt;br&gt;smile. You are not the kind to hide your&lt;br&gt;happiness and tend to smile all day long, both&lt;br&gt;in and out. But when sadness hits you, you&lt;br&gt;become very devastated and may be upset for&lt;br&gt;quite some time. What you need in your life is&lt;br&gt;friends, friends who will love you&lt;br&gt;unconditionally, like you love them. But you&lt;br&gt;have a naive nature and don't always notice&lt;br&gt;when someone is trying to hurt you. Some would&lt;br&gt;say you are oblivious to mean people, which&lt;br&gt;makes you an easy target. However, your true&lt;br&gt;friends will probably be there for you and save&lt;br&gt;you. In school you are either the popular one&lt;br&gt;or the little weird one. It all depends if&lt;br&gt;"the higher people" find your caring&lt;br&gt;side irritating or not. Nevertheless, you have&lt;br&gt;a bubbly personality and are social. Big partys&lt;br&gt;may not be your thing since you want bonding&lt;br&gt;time with your friends, so slumber-partys fit&lt;br&gt;you more. You like the happy things in life and&lt;br&gt;like everyone else to be as happy as you are.&lt;br&gt;Rate and message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element%3F%20%5Bwith%20pics%20%2B%207%20outcomes%20%2B%20detailed%20answeres!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your element? 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href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-im-kinda-narcissisticbut-this-is.html' title='ok, im kinda narcissistic...but this is fun'/><author><name>rainweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04472831999326705500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7448/1071/1600/300px-Fairfacefairy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12569676.post-111641650253837594</id><published>2005-05-19T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T19:41:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....SMILES...</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;I um...i have a boyfriend...and i didnt post the day he asked me out, i was tired...but i'm now rather happy to announce it....&lt;br /&gt;i think EVERYONE should know!&lt;br /&gt;and i also am in a band...which will be good as soon as i actually start practising and jamming etc with them...hint hint&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;little else to contribute except that buses are better than trains and all the weirdos need to leave maisie alone...she should be hassled by some 19th c styled male models for a change....&lt;br /&gt;night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111641650253837594?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111641650253837594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111641650253837594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111641650253837594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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suggest...&lt;br /&gt;and one of my friends is actually (or was) IN a band...&lt;br /&gt;and if im a very good girl, i might be someday too.....&lt;br /&gt;there is something about a band that solo music lacks....&lt;br /&gt;a kind of bonhomie, ésprit de corps, group vibe thing...&lt;br /&gt;so, in summation...&lt;br /&gt;GO BANDS !!&lt;br /&gt;...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12569676-111563738216127277?l=nightdew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nightdew.blogspot.com/feeds/111563738216127277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12569676&amp;postID=111563738216127277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12569676/posts/default/111563738216127277'/><link rel='self' 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