<?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-28885234</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:57:22.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretending to be rich in my tiny world.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116531412459281155</id><published>2006-12-05T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:22:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,this blog have decided to come alive.How could you come around to&lt;br /&gt;abandon the old.The old is the unique the new is the knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,that won't make much sense but its just a sentence to add. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,your mine to hold and feel.Your mine to touch.&lt;br /&gt;I love you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116531412459281155?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116531412459281155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116531412459281155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116531412459281155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116531412459281155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/hellothis-blog-have-decided-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116444569236674207</id><published>2006-11-25T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T02:10:24.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This site is long gone dead.&lt;br /&gt;And you still bother to visit?&lt;br /&gt;The new love affair calls for a new change in the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask,i'll be sweet to tell you the new location of all my writings.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116444569236674207?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116444569236674207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116444569236674207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116444569236674207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116444569236674207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-site-is-long-gone-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116436619206807537</id><published>2006-11-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T19:03:12.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend is starting tomorrow.Sunday there is another christmas pageant at Glenelg and i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;The beach is always packed with Glenunga pupils from what i've been told.So i hope not to bump into familiar faces with my horrid dressing.&lt;br /&gt;Cousin touched down on Adelaide at 9am today morning.Picked him up,came home to finish my movie then left for school. Got the art knife jab into my finger and i laughed while people thought i went insane.Lucie helped me wash my wound.Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;One more week of school and i'll have to say goodbye for a little while.But i'll be meeting most of them outside of school in our weird dressing style and wrecked the night world or late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Ann ann will be in Adelaide on friday which is really good good cause of many reasons best left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;We will be visiting playground and places.We will be finding our own australia secret playground and our own little secret hideoout from the hectic humans.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh,dancing alex is back online  i'm off to speak to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i doubt you'll read this but happy 17th birthday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116436619206807537?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116436619206807537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116436619206807537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116436619206807537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116436619206807537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend-is-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116418661820682134</id><published>2006-11-22T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:10:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can say whatever you wish,You can believe whatever you want,&lt;br /&gt;You can swear if it makes you jump in joy.I won't be like how i used to anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I won't make the issue a holla-hoo.I won't be a bitch and tell folks around you.I won't take it too hard.&lt;br /&gt;I would keep my mouth shut.And let this be a ear in ear out thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this means we won't speak again,then i guess this would be the cherry on top of the cake.But till then,i will wait patiently until you wish to speak again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116418661820682134?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116418661820682134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116418661820682134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116418661820682134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116418661820682134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-can-say-whatever-you-wishyou-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116410866977203592</id><published>2006-11-21T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:31:10.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a blood clot on my thumb and its fun to play with..like press it hard and feel the pain run up your whole arm till the signal is being sent to your brain and transport everywhere around your body.Fun and interesting.I got it from playing volleyball today. And we lost by two points if i am not wrong. But we did our best and it was worth it.Plus we achive laughters from each other.cost of that is just priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today school was pretty laid back and windy.The raindrops felt like ice bits.Lessons was alittle slow.Drama was fucking hilarious cause seeing a gay guy perform infront of your eyes just cracks you up.The way you catch him when its unexpected and all those moments.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,i shall end here.I'm feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret messages on every post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your weren't in school today )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116410866977203592?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116410866977203592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116410866977203592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116410866977203592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116410866977203592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-blood-clot-on-my-thumb-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116402233083267133</id><published>2006-11-20T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:32:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Headbang hero:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;                I would say my day was alright,but i would be lying to myself and to you.Honestly,my day was filled with alittle of both.Enjoyment plus filled with laughter and jokes.And the other half was filled with anger and irritation by pissheads.I nearly got myself a dentention cause my chinese teacher simply detest me after that one incident where i went against and according to her &lt;em&gt;Testing the school system.&lt;/em&gt;How that happen..ah well,i'll tell you.I asked to head to the library to check if they had the hanyin book but when i reached the library and saw a friend of mine there,i decided to land my ass on one of the chairs beside her and planted myself there for quite sometime.Then just about 2 minutes before bell ring,i went back to class to collect my stuff.I skiped one period of chinese.And for that,she detest me plenty.But do i care.No. It was exciting cause miss ballerina was going all mental during drama.And she looks rather &lt;em&gt;more girlish&lt;/em&gt; with her hair down.But no,its not a bad thing. (= And blog,i think my attitude have changed quite alot.And not in a good way.I've rebel more than i used to in singapore towards my parents.I don't give hoots about the rules set for me from my parents and school.I break rules for fun which i know will land me in shits. I reserve myself when people try to be friendly to me.Is this bad?Well,i doubt answering that would help,cause i don't care.I can't bring myself to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Too much have happened that i've turned alittle hard inside.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;The top part,you can skip.Its what i need to rant out and so what if i had to do it openly.&lt;br /&gt;I think your fine the way you are.And please stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;Too much said on one day will kill the relationship.Best to leave some for later. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello stranger,i would like to keep you in my pocket.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116402233083267133?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116402233083267133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116402233083267133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116402233083267133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116402233083267133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/headbang-hero-dear-blog-i-would-say-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116393450608386325</id><published>2006-11-19T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:51:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,I'm finally online after being away from it for four days.And its not that i want&lt;br /&gt;to see if i can live without being online for fourfuckingdays.But its cause things have&lt;br /&gt;been happening and its caused me to somehow not use the computer to communicate&lt;br /&gt;with people from other countries and people in the state through simply tapping the&lt;br /&gt;keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i stating all that? I simply don't know and i doubt you'll even bother to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend has just been the same.Cousin is coming over this week from singapore.&lt;br /&gt;And i should be actually looking forward to it cause we will be receiving gifts from people&lt;br /&gt;in singapore,but honestly i don't really bother.Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;Ann ann is coming and that i cannot wait cause i would have someone to communicate with and&lt;br /&gt;talk to and catch up on many stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents are being a hardass as always.Now i have to do everything my own,&lt;br /&gt;Wash my own clothes,wash my own dishes..everything else.Where are those times&lt;br /&gt;when we had maids behind our backs doing everything for us.&lt;br /&gt;But no,according to them its time you learn how to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i am off.Many blinking orange lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag reply:&lt;br /&gt;Ann:Hello ann,I miss you too.I've nudge the fuck out of your computer screen with the nudging button,but i suppose your out.Please hurry back online for i miss you too much and need to speak to you.30 november is pretty near and i am having restless sleep knowing that your coming which makes me really happy.Oh i've found us a tour guide already. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116393450608386325?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116393450608386325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116393450608386325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116393450608386325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116393450608386325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/helloim-finally-online-after-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116350729162805389</id><published>2006-11-14T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:38:17.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you lucy for coming over.&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you liked the surprise visit.Thanks for the walk too.&lt;br /&gt;And your cat is freaky =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1319/1600/secret%20meetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4422/1319/320/secret%20meetings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116350729162805389?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116350729162805389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116350729162805389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116350729162805389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116350729162805389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-lucy-for-coming-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116341579010536367</id><published>2006-11-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:04:56.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lay down on the grass during all breaks and wet the table during physics lesson.Jana was there to speak to most of the time.[Thank you jana for those helpful words]ART 3D was just great.Lucy and i went down to the grass to smash glass bottles...with a hammer.And i used the pot-making machine.It was so funn and it was pretty easy actually.School was alright at the end of the day.but i've had better days.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Lucy and her mates might be over for movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i've turned down three of your invites to your place.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't know whats the reason for me to actually turn it down.&lt;br /&gt;But no worries,i'll come soon enough. (=&lt;br /&gt;I hope your Monday went well.And please cheer up&lt;br /&gt;cause your smile seem to have disappeared most of today.&lt;br /&gt;Do remember it only takes a knock for some company and drink (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116341579010536367?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116341579010536367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116341579010536367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116341579010536367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116341579010536367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/lay-down-on-grass-during-all-breaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116332712729486422</id><published>2006-11-12T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T18:25:27.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could i see your face tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe meet you outside along the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;Cause talking to you through words appearing on conversation screen is making me _ _ _ _ you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll be there when your heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there when your last breath's taken away&lt;br /&gt;in the dark when there's no one listening&lt;br /&gt;in the times when we both get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116332712729486422?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116332712729486422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116332712729486422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116332712729486422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116332712729486422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/could-i-see-your-face-tonight-or-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116307061110633424</id><published>2006-11-09T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:10:11.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bad habits are back again.i told myself to stay away from them,but no.&lt;br /&gt;I rebel against my own rule and harm my ownself.&lt;br /&gt;I told myself you could never break me apart again,but no you won and you did it.You broke me like i&lt;br /&gt;was made of thin glass.&lt;br /&gt;But from this,i will be strong.I will be stronger and you won't break me again.&lt;br /&gt;Your game is over.And i'm still living the way i god damn one.&lt;br /&gt;Take your rules and foul words away from me.Cause i would love to rule my life myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note:&lt;br /&gt;Could i have you tonight? (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116307061110633424?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116307061110633424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116307061110633424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116307061110633424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116307061110633424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-bad-habits-are-back-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116289817424913348</id><published>2006-11-07T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:03:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy and i'm having this tinkling feeling =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116289817424913348?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116289817424913348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116289817424913348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116289817424913348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116289817424913348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-so-happy-and-im-having-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116281243586106423</id><published>2006-11-06T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T19:37:58.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr marino came in class with bruised on the side of his face and scratchmarks.It looked like he was in a fight.I think that was the reason why he never came to school for two days.But thats just what i think.and he was really moody and angry most of the time during physics lesson today.I hope those globes he pasted on the wall doesn't come out. Well during CAD class,it was my first time to see mr ocornner blow up.It was a freaky sight..for me maybe.I've never seen him like that cause he is really patient and jokes alot.I hope i don't get to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;The year 7 had their first day in school.And i was a victim of one random year 7 &lt;em&gt;teasing game&lt;/em&gt;.She came up to me and:&lt;br /&gt;Random year 7:I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;Simone: huh? how do you remember me.&lt;br /&gt;Random year 7: i remember you from the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;Simone:What swimming pool?I've never even gone to a swimming pool here yet.i think you've mistaken me for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Random year7:No no,i remember you. [And this is where jana and joanne starts laughing their ass off.]&lt;br /&gt;Simone:Ermm,okay.But i seriously think you've mistaken me for someone.&lt;br /&gt;Random year 7:Anyways,hello i'm new.&lt;br /&gt;So after she left,we decided to steal her &lt;em&gt;teasing game&lt;/em&gt; and play it on innocent year 7. Some freaked out.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art 3D,we have to make pots and i think my pot will look disfigured when i start to use that machine the next lesson.Thankfully though,i've finished my two pages of sketches on flying insects and making a clay animal.Oh the machine looks really hard to control.Ah,i hope i don't fail my pot making. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas the &lt;strong&gt;train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jana the &lt;strong&gt;banana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone the &lt;strong&gt;bagel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need a pretty face.i think your unique style and attitude would do just fine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116281243586106423?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116281243586106423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116281243586106423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116281243586106423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116281243586106423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/mr-marino-came-in-class-with-bruised.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116269460381633414</id><published>2006-11-05T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T10:48:50.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Church is freaky when you are surrounded by many old people singing like they are about to have a heart attack. &lt;s&gt;I am so going to be punished by the lord for saying that&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodafternoon world.My day seems to not being going good.But the conversation with humans on msn is perfect and atleast it puts a &lt;em&gt;wide  &lt;/em&gt;smile on my face.Thank you. (=&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel sleepy for waking up god damn early thinking today is monday and i have school. pft  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:Msn is a fucking irritating shit.It won't let my send a file through.ugh.But i simone will not let msn winn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would like to see your pretty face one more time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116269460381633414?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116269460381633414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116269460381633414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116269460381633414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116269460381633414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/church-is-freaky-when-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116255446106174007</id><published>2006-11-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:48:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Streetlight heartbang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; need to hurry get your ass here.Its quite lonely and boring down here.&lt;br /&gt;And one more year best fly by really fast.Cause i can't take it in this &lt;em&gt;cell&lt;/em&gt; any longer.Its like a torture.And the yelling and screaming is eating my ears up.And i'm rather tired of the fights.I need my own little freedom so i can do what i please and place whatever of my things where ever i wish.And i can mix with who ever i god damn please. And have the choice to open my mouth and speak whenever i wish to and not being forced to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;But i can't complain...just yet can i?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your like an angel i wish to never lose.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116255446106174007?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116255446106174007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116255446106174007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116255446106174007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116255446106174007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/streetlight-heartbang-you-and-you-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116246935869651877</id><published>2006-11-02T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:09:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is where i say my few words that won't reach you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intoxicating yourself with alcohol doesn't really help in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And if you could,it would be nice for you to keep your comments and words to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather tired of hearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow please hurry get here,i would like to get out of the house for hours ahead and not have to face the humans inside this &lt;i&gt;cell&lt;/i&gt; .Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think its best you erase those dreams you have for me,Cause it looks like i'm not going to be heading in that direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116246935869651877?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116246935869651877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116246935869651877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116246935869651877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116246935869651877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-where-i-say-my-few-words-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116238049059888872</id><published>2006-11-01T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T19:28:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I honestly don't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay okay today.But there were better days.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is yet another day of school.And i hope mr marino won't turn up like what he did today.&lt;br /&gt;Jana and thomas are back from camp and they turned up today which made me a wee bit happy.&lt;br /&gt;Now i am off to read my book and have some eyes shut cause i am feeling sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,and i have still yet to take dinner which i doubt i would due to my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight and i hope everyone hada happy day. (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116238049059888872?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116238049059888872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116238049059888872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116238049059888872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116238049059888872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-honestly-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116229401216598347</id><published>2006-10-31T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:26:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a court case.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got introduced to a new group of strangers that are Matt friends. And the good thing is that they listen to crazy and loud music , but mostly heavymetal though and&lt;strong&gt; they hang out at gigs&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;s&gt;Say woohoo simone.&lt;/s&gt;Now there is atleast someone i can hang out with for gigs. But still nothing can replace the company of the gig gang in singapore. (=&lt;br /&gt;School was alright at the end of the day.Joanne and i were like commenting on people and the couple that was making out under a tree.We saw the boys playing rugby and man do they play rough.Someone tore jacob shirt and it was really rip apart.Assembly,was just a total bore.I mean they made a video of a new machine called 'emo ray'.The machine can make you more emo to join the 'life sucks group' or make you less emo and hang out with the 'normal group'.It was pretty fucked up looking machine in my opnion.But school was alright at the end of the day.Tomorrow thomas and jana will be back which i am happy about.&lt;br /&gt;After school,clara and i walked out of school and her mum came to fetch her while i walked home with a company.Got home and i had to snooze for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I have physics work that is yet to be done,but i am lazy to do it=/ Sorry mr marino,you won't be getting your homework from me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sue me for being too honest but not seeing you for months,is making me miss you alittle more than i should.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116229401216598347?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116229401216598347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116229401216598347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116229401216598347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116229401216598347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-court-case.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116220841548075578</id><published>2006-10-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:28:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a new friend today.His name is Matt.He is really sweet and nice.His got really cool dreadlocks up to his shoulder,which looks like noodles to me.His taller than my &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt; father =/ so you can figure how short i am to him.Surprisingly he lives 6 blocks down from my street.And his in my physics class and home group. Oh and tomorrow,He is bringing me around. (=&lt;br /&gt;Mom is not quite happy with the fact that i am having more friends that are boys and less friends that are girls.But this is due to the fact that most girls in mix school are fucking bitchy,love to gossip and are very &lt;s&gt;bimbotic &lt;/s&gt;girly which is not what i like.And the boys seem more friendly than the girls.They don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my period and its the second day.Cramps was killing me during Art 3D lesson. But i hope it won't kill me when i decide to lie down and close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another day to look forward to.And suddenly,i miss the company of my old friends and hanging out at weekend gigs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116220841548075578?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116220841548075578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116220841548075578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116220841548075578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116220841548075578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116212279030876522</id><published>2006-10-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:27:03.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to play budget kite with hayl at normanton park again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to play sparkles at playground again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can they be fulfilled again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go print more pictures at the kodak machine soon to paste at the wall of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;And day light saving has started today.We are one hour early.So two and a half hour infront of singapore time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116212279030876522?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116212279030876522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116212279030876522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116212279030876522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116212279030876522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-play-budget-kite-with-hayl.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116203243718998114</id><published>2006-10-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:47:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello,My day went alright.I went for the motocross event which was great.Didn't capture any shots of it though.Sadly.Came home early cause was not in the mood to stay for the bands playing.Once i got home took out my physics book and studied alittle,which i actually don't need to cause i have no exams this year at all.But it did help time fly alittle faster.I think ever since i entered this new school,i've turned into a nerd =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made new friends in the first week of new school which is pretty okay in my opinion.Our neighbour has two boys which are seriously funny and always hyperactive. One is 8 years old and the other is 7 year old.They make you laugh when they speak and when they say 'Oh yeah right' in that funny slang it can make you go rolling on the floor with laughter.Brother plays with them much.And when we both get home from school.Their there playing with their bike greeting us. Its sweet. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you were here right now with your unique personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116203243718998114?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116203243718998114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116203243718998114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116203243718998114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116203243718998114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/hellomy-day-went-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116195651907584065</id><published>2006-10-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:44:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just simply really,really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note,Today school was alright.The weekday is finally over and i can catch up on my sleep and some work.Which is good i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;The christmas pageant is just &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; days away and i simply cannot wait to see the acts of huge clown with its big red nose and painted face.The thousand screams by the people pushing and jumping just to see the acts of the pageant.The beautiful burst of multi-coloured costumes worn by the performers.The sounds produced by the bands that are playing.The Fairytale characters that comes to life for one special day and the massive huge floats that will pass the route of the christmas pageant..I also cannot wait to see Big santa claus on his moving ride,waving to the people of Adelaide.It would simply be more beautiful than any words put together.Oh!I would love to be a small kid and sit on santa lap again and tell him what i want for christmas.I hope they would allow me to do that again. (=&lt;br /&gt;Here is the site on the pageant anyways.Not much details given though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cupageant.com.au/"&gt;http://www.cupageant.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116195651907584065?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116195651907584065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116195651907584065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116195651907584065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116195651907584065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-just-simply-reallyreally.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116185731632692300</id><published>2006-10-26T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:08:36.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Physics class was H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S! we were talking about how yummy toufu taste and then deepak says that there is also indian toufu.Yanna,Thomas and i laughed.He tought toufu is made from baffalo milk -.- wtf.And i got &lt;strong&gt;zap&lt;/strong&gt; by thomas today.He used his metal ruler and asked me to touch it.I thought nothing would happen but..BANG! i got zap and i leap off my chair okay! everyone around laughed at me )= &lt;s&gt;i will get you back thomas osboune &lt;/s&gt;Yanna was away during lunch break for some peer support thingy so clara,Joanne and i decided to get lunch and meet her at the usual place.The log.The fucking queue was so long that i decided to only get apple juice.I think the boys who play footie should play abit further from the log cause the fucking ball keeps scaring me!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i would like to go apply for after school sport.Cause my muscles are turning into fats.which means i am getting fat.So i am applying for after school sport.But i am not too sure of what to join.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gymnastics or swimming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?Oh! tomorrow there is 80 minutes of math which is good good good cause i LOVE my math lesson and my math friend cause he is bloody funny and talkative.But i forgot his name =/[ugh i am bad with names seriously]&lt;br /&gt;You know its quite surprising that couples and lesbians can kiss freely along the corridor and the teachers don't tell you off.I think thats quite cool..in a way =/&lt;br /&gt;Well,tomorrow is another day.Friday.And i am happy cause i will have time to finish my one thousand word essay and still have time to attend a concert plus motocross event! Looking forward to it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secret language we both communicate to with each other.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116185731632692300?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116185731632692300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116185731632692300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116185731632692300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116185731632692300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/physics-class-was-h-i-l-r-i-o-u-s-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116177150235744333</id><published>2006-10-25T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:18:22.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've like to write in details about my new school,but i'm just too tired to think and to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;All i can say here or what i want to say here is that Today is better than other days.I'm making new friends as time go by.And its not only girls but abit of both. (=&lt;br /&gt;But if you would love to know,ask me online...thats if you have me on your account.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention how sweet dad was?He went to find Chrysenthemum tea for me and he bought it!He bought the crystal one.The big tin! Now i have feed my craving!  Thank you dad.(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,now i'm going off to get a nap then get up to do my physics work which is Make a model of the earth and for art,get a picture of what animal you wish to make.&lt;br /&gt;I like my math friend.His funny and talks alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116177150235744333?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116177150235744333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116177150235744333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116177150235744333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116177150235744333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-like-to-write-in-details-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116155015167113519</id><published>2006-10-23T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:49:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="448" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/forsim.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you cheybessa for the little note. (= I think the colourful butts looks pretty.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've been up at 5.30am and the sun is up already and shining very bright.Ahh,i have been having butterflies in my tummy since yesterday and it caused me to toss and turn on my bed which proves i have a lack of sleep which i fear i might try and get some secret snooze in class. =/ But i do hope that won't happen.I think it would be more likely that i would stay awake cause of all those scary new faces in class. But lets see how first day would be like. Oh,and i hope i can get used to having alot of blonde hair people in my class. I also do hope i would have a nice teacher with a easy-pronouncing-name.Knowing i have to add study time in my after school slot is making me feel ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Now i should go shower and then wear my new uniform and shoes.&lt;s&gt;[i think the wearing of new uniform and shoes are pretty cool!hurhur]&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone would have a lovely time in school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116155015167113519?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116155015167113519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116155015167113519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116155015167113519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116155015167113519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-you-cheybessa-for-little-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116152092427652284</id><published>2006-10-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:42:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday is finally going to reach in less than 10 hours time[loss count of the hours and minutes so i anyhow say 10.] And i am feeling alittle scared and having butterflies in my tummy.Oh i've not felt like this since the beginning of 2005 over something.&lt;br /&gt;well,I have restricted myself to use the computer for one hour today,but it looks like i am not able to follow it cause i only left 2 minutes and i doubt it would take me that fast to get off the computer.&lt;s&gt;hmm,so what punishment do you think you deserve now simone?&lt;/s&gt; Today being on the computer seems fun fun fun! Cause talking to three people is just full of excitment.Enough for a day and enough to make you sleep with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Which just reminds me&lt;strong&gt;: Get off the fucking computer simone.Its bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tomorrow first time to wear black shoes to school.Here i come with my black shoes that i make clog clog sound with it. [Thank you ann ann for putting a picture of a guy who wears black boots on your blog for some encouragement]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i feel the christmas mood now!i want a mini santa claus in my room =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116152092427652284?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116152092427652284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116152092427652284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116152092427652284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116152092427652284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-is-finally-going-to-reach-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116144233684208871</id><published>2006-10-21T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:21:53.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret notes for whoever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I don't know if it would be wrong to say,&lt;br /&gt;But i think you look pretty in black with your unique style and attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its seven degrees and wearing a black shirt with white wordings across and rainbow shorts doesn't not seem to make you feel anywhere near the word warm.But i thank my cup of hot fruit tea to make me feel &lt;strong&gt;alittle &lt;/strong&gt;warm.And yes i know i should go get my sweater,but i feel like a block of ice on my chair that moving would need alittle more strength and i'm lazy to do that.&lt;s&gt;So suffer and freeze simone.&lt;/s&gt; Today is officially my last day of holiday.Monday is 23 hours and 56 minutes away.[yes,i am counting down the days my holiday is dreadfully leaving me]I should feel excited cause i'm going to a new school soon.But honestly,i am not the least e x c i t e d.I'm feeling numb about it for like the first time.Oh, I have a mum who thinks i am throwing up in the toilet after every meal.How wonderful is that?Its hilarious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather addicted to &lt;em&gt;homewrecker&lt;/em&gt; this week.I think it sounds really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you be nice to send me chrysenthenmum tea?I've been having a rather bad craving for it )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Secret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Notes for whoever to take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116144233684208871?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116144233684208871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116144233684208871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116144233684208871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116144233684208871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/secret-notes-for-whoever.html' title='Secret notes for whoever.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116134640619521573</id><published>2006-10-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:13:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my black leather school shoes already!They look like boots to me and they are heavy =/&lt;br /&gt;And my gums are bleeding.Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck peace.Its just an illusion.Something made for you to believe.&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact,its something thats never been existed in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116134640619521573?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116134640619521573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116134640619521573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116134640619521573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116134640619521573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-my-black-leather-school-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116127306696030924</id><published>2006-10-19T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:53:57.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 1.11am Friday,October 20 2006.Two more days till the first day of attending the new school.And still counting.And study time would have to be added in the after school slots starting from monday.Which would mean less time spent on naps and computer.How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i really want christmas day to hurry hurry come cause it makes me happy happy happy happy.. )=&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and i should sleep...or try and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116127306696030924?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116127306696030924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116127306696030924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116127306696030924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116127306696030924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116117745557069718</id><published>2006-10-18T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:22:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got one thing out of the list.Which is good.Tomorrow i shall get the rest from the list.And then i would be ready for new school.Boy i must admit i am not looking forward to it.One of the reason is cause i would have to wake up early and the next is cause its a new environment.But there is also other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;This would be my last week of sleeping late nights.&lt;s&gt;Best enjoy it si min.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ann ann for the short note on your blog. (=&lt;br /&gt;And its good to know you've got the letter sharon. (=&lt;br /&gt;And i hope everyone had a good today that made them happy and smiling. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would copy and paste,but that wouldn't be original.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116117745557069718?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116117745557069718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116117745557069718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116117745557069718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116117745557069718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-got-one-thing-out-of-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116108440169109751</id><published>2006-10-17T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:47:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an interview with my new school today.I had a choice of what subjects i wish to take.I was surprised that we could have a choice of what subjects we wish to take. I am also given a choice of what uniform set i wish to wear.I am quite amazed that we are given loads of choice for what we wish to do. I start school on this monday. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exact Details:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School:&lt;/strong&gt; Glenunga International High School. [ &lt;a href="http://www.gihs.sa.edu.au"&gt;www.gihs.sa.edu.au&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade:&lt;/strong&gt;Year Ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timing of school:&lt;/strong&gt;8.40am till 3.20pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total subjects:&lt;/strong&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;subjects i chose:&lt;/strong&gt;Chinese2,Maths Higer level2,English literature and film,Crash Physics:Seismology and Vulcan,Drama performance[i chose this instead of physical education &lt;s&gt;cause i am a lazy bum.&lt;/s&gt;],Art 3 Dimensional,3D CAD Modelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to choose fashion and design but it was fucking full.Ugh.How unfair.So i chose Art 3Dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for uniform i can choose either tartan skirt[like those scottish kind of skirt.Its pleated and checks!],Hipster pants or dress.For shirt its either polo shirt,long sleeves shirt or short sleeve shirt.I am quite confused as to choose what i want for a uniform.Ugh.But for winter its different.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i must make my choice of combination for next year.And i would have to choose an extra subject cause i would have to have 8 subject.And i will be choosing &lt;strong&gt;Fashion and design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Two more years in high school and i am done done done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i am shock that Cheyenne still remember me having braids on my hair in primary school.I want that hair do back okay )=&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;Can i make a special request?I want christmas now now now! i want to have secret memories,Opening of present under christmas tree and the day where nothing can ever go wrong! Now pleaseee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa claus hurry get into your red suit and make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116108440169109751?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116108440169109751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116108440169109751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116108440169109751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116108440169109751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-interview-with-my-new-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116101688389188979</id><published>2006-10-17T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:50:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We are kids that sleep pass our bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ann ann ah,ni zai na li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116101688389188979?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116101688389188979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116101688389188979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116101688389188979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116101688389188979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-are-kids-that-sleep-pass-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116091272079830488</id><published>2006-10-15T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:09:35.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday Monday.Ahhh,I hate &lt;s&gt;this coming&lt;/s&gt; monday.I am going to sleep in on monday.Please don't wake me up. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the weather is colder than other days.23 degrees.And i'm down with a massive fever and my body is too heated up that my skin feels like its going to melt.Took panadol,but that doesn't seem to help.It was hard to take a nap today that i had to hug my pink toy dog really hard till i fell asleep.I think i really lack sleep.But i have really bad habits that i can't knock out from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116091272079830488?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116091272079830488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116091272079830488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116091272079830488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116091272079830488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116069184285964864</id><published>2006-10-13T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:31:41.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Its now 7.40am and i have not had any sleep since 1.45pm yesterday. Not even a half an hour nap.My eyes are itchy and tired with huge eyebags. Eyebags that look like 50cent coin.My body is about to have a breakdown any minute and its due to lack of sleep.Runny nose can just fuck off. Birds are making loads of noise outside.and the fucking mossies are biting me. I've got 4 new bits already.6+4=10.So in total,i've got 10 mossie bite. How wonderful.These motherfucking mossies should be sprayed with toxic that kills them.But that can wait till i get off the computer thats sucking me in with my really tired eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,its 7.47am and my eyes can't take it no more.My body is about to shut down any minute.1,2,3....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/28885234-116069184285964864?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116069184285964864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116069184285964864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116069184285964864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116069184285964864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-now-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116056250435265825</id><published>2006-10-11T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:28:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to hold everything in,but seriously i cant anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today got up pretty early and headed to the post office.I kinda missed out alot more and acouple more sweets i forgot to buy.[Oh and thank you gwen for helping me pass stuff to certain people.Enjoy the sweets (= ]&lt;br /&gt;We all walked around town.Some guy came up to me and said i had nice jeans.I turned red in the face okay!Well,after sometime of walking around,Dad and i lost mum and cameron and we were pretty pissed.we had to walk around finding for them that we got so pissed off and decided to head to the car and not bother about them.But when we reached the car,they were both there.Pft,it was really annonying.The sun was really hot.It hit 35 degrees today and i had major headpain cause i've not been exposed to the sun for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda called and it was a great talk.[Thank you].I hope art won't be killing you after friday and hope the chat with mum was good.haha =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out and i hope everyone is alright and happy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fucking sneezing can go die.Its irritating me.Sneeze sneeze! and the weather is making it worst!ughh!&lt;br /&gt;Tissue simone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her burning passion of hate takes control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116056250435265825?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116056250435265825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116056250435265825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116056250435265825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116056250435265825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-trying-to-hold-everything-inbut.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116040041113223282</id><published>2006-10-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:26:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did i mention that old songs are beauty.Well they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back from the country side.Greg place was just awesome.Away from the computer and tv.Visting old sweet shops.Those really old ones.Well,we went to his house for sleepover and bonfire.Bonfire was just beautiful.Bonfire is actually things like barks,leaves and all those crap put together and it looks like a small lump of dirt then you burn it up!But bloody hell,the heat was strong.Saw little mouse around too.Freaky.Anyways,BBQ was yummy.The steaks.Didn't touch the Beer onions cause its fucking onions.i dont like.But everyone seem to enjoy it.Which is good i hope. &lt;br /&gt;Got home and i tried to keep myself off the computer but just couldn't.The computer is just too tempting.But manage to get off and head to bed for a nap.Got up and had dinner.Dinner was ugh,that i didn't finished it.Dad by accident burnt the food.He tried to follow his grandmother german receipe.But it didn't turned out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a indoor Go-kart area and i was super hyper.I want to head down and try it out.I miss go-karting )= Oh and we saw a motocross area on the way to greg place yesterday and it was just.. wow!The guys did stunts!  But you could see some of their girlfriends hanging around.But it was just whicked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone,look on the bright side.No point leaning on anger.It just does shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking back on old notes we wrote to each other,i wonder if those words still mean the same like how it used too &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116040041113223282?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116040041113223282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116040041113223282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116040041113223282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116040041113223282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-i-mention-that-old-songs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116027331056897148</id><published>2006-10-08T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:08:30.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I'll let you in on a secret.  . ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116027331056897148?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116027331056897148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116027331056897148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116027331056897148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116027331056897148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-ill-let-you-in-on-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116022861427580935</id><published>2006-10-07T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:19:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think your so rock and roll cool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My scars on my right arm is appearing.Ugly. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy little kid.My flu is gone.I got my voice back.And i used the bath tub for the first time since we moved into the new house.It was just b-e-a-utiful.But the rose petals were hard to clear when you drain the water.And i spend some time with brother alone.We walked around our district.We had macdonalds and i was a good sister i treat him okay.Anyways,we saw they were employing people so we decided to take the forms and try out for fun.Signed up and handed it in.I kinda doubt i would get the job.But its just for fun.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Soulwax is coming to Singapore in december to play at zouk if i am not wrong.And i want to go see them! )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow off to Greg place.Which is good in a way cause there will be no computer and i can stay off the internet world.I think i need some time off the computer but its hard cause lately the computer is the only thing entertaining me.So maybe one day at greg place might help.At least i hope it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was Macdonalds,Big mac.[Its actually suppose to be lunch.But its breakfast for me cause i woke up at 1.15pm] And dinner was lamb salad. I hope i've put on acouple of pounds from today's meal.&lt;br /&gt;Brother is asleep now and i am going to wake him up at 1am to play sparkles with me.I'll shake him if he still doesn't wake up from me screaming into his ears.I don't know why 1am but i just want to play at 1am. (=&lt;br /&gt;Oh heard about the Haze in Singapore.Please take care Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My best days are with my small group of  friends.And it'll never be replaced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116022861427580935?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116022861427580935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116022861427580935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116022861427580935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116022861427580935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-your-so-rock-and-roll-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116015789319734455</id><published>2006-10-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T02:51:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Typing in just two or three sentence is rubbish.Its making me want to even blog more and more.I see the amount of words on my post are getting shorter and shorter.But at times,i feel like i want to stop blogging till i enter school.And it would be a bad idea cause i am not too sure when i am returning back to school.&lt;br /&gt;The life of being out of school at an early age is really boring when you are rip away from your friends.But i think if you had friends around and your rip from school it would feel alittle better. I've got to find something to keep me busy soon.I can't sit around the house or infront of the computer screen for hours doing nothing but just having a sore ass at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a couple of albums today.And the sound produced by the bands are pretty whicked in a way.I've added them on my ipod.I know its free of charge to get them off an illegal programme.But it feels much better to have the album.You tend to get more information on it then fucking downloading it off the illegal programme.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Daniel is going to move in the house for a couple of days.Maybe even weeks.And i hate it cause firstly,he would hog the computer most of the time.Secondly,he would finish nearly everything in the fridge plus the drinks[I think its enough for my brother to do that already].Which would piss me off cause then i have to walk down the shop to buy when its out.Cause nobody would and when you don't drink water anymore,its a different story when the drinks in the house is finished.&lt;br /&gt;My skin is turning pale and i've lost a tremendous amount of weight since i fell ill on monday.Now i need to eat those calorie bars and gain my weight back.Otherwise i will be looking like sticks in skin.A horrible sight if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what if my stubborness has become worst and the way i speak is not right.Does it concern you?I doubt so.So please keep your comments to yourself .Cause i for once don't wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s thank you so much mabel for the great help,i think without your help,i would still be confused as to what to buy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116015789319734455?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116015789319734455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116015789319734455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116015789319734455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116015789319734455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/typing-in-just-two-or-three-sentence.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116014513667502911</id><published>2006-10-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:59:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got sparklers but got no company at all to play with.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be that very special company and play with me sparklers at my backyard in the night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116014513667502911?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116014513667502911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116014513667502911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116014513667502911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116014513667502911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-got-sparklers-but-got-no-company.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116011476207235031</id><published>2006-10-06T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T14:06:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're all in love with something that we can't see.&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;Bang,you're alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116011476207235031?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116011476207235031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116011476207235031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116011476207235031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116011476207235031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-all-in-love-with-something-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-116004859379701105</id><published>2006-10-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T20:12:49.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We put smiles on our face.But its just an act to cover up the truth.Its all fake.But the trick is how to define whats real or not.Cause suddenly the fake and truth is almost looking the same.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;You want us to be around when your alone and when you got friends around,we never seem to exist in your eyes.And when the family is invited to a sleepover to one of your friends place,i got to unwillingly attend it and then you chuck Cameron and i to find something to entertain ourselves.You never think twice if we would enjoy it or not.Cause it seems your enjoyment comes first.You'll come first.Well,we are not four year old kids anymore.We wouldn't mind being drag to such parties or being chucked on the side then.We've grown up and you've got to start asking for our opinion and not make one among yourself.cause if it concerns us,we've got rights to make our own mind up.Not everything you say,is what we agree upon.When we were young,our school vacations were always taken away from us.We could not spend it with our friends.We had to fly to whereever you'll were and be with you'll.There were times,Cameron and i had to sit on the mountian while you'll went to paraglid.And incase you didn't know,it was boring being around rocks and soil for hours.I'm quite tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;But would you honestly care what i think?I highly doubt so.Your just someone i have to stay with till i can be independent.I don't believe in family anymore.And it would be alittle too late for you to change my point of view now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again,i can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;I need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note,I am going to dye my hair.But i'm not sure of what colour to dye?Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-116004859379701105?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116004859379701105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=116004859379701105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116004859379701105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/116004859379701105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-put-smiles-on-our-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115997864605822438</id><published>2006-10-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T00:17:26.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Scream&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;Into the air so that all my anger,jealousy,saddness and painful thoughts can just disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115997864605822438?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115997864605822438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115997864605822438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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couple of minutes to pluck some roses and lilies.I went red pretty fast.And i've lost my many years of tan and i look according to my mother 'pale like powder'.Which is making me alittle happy . (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun was alittle down,we all suggested to spend sometime together in the city.Which in my opinion was alittle enjoyable.Something not done for a long time.We went to check out the comicbook store.I wanted to get some cause i was very deprived and needed new comic books.But when we reached there,we spend many minutes inside looking around and i saw many things i wanted!But i got so confused that i end up buying none -.- But tomorrow mum and i are heading back to the city to have a cup of tea together and i want to get comic books. I don't mind spending a maximum of 50 dollars.Besides,we can drop by the radio station and surprise uncle daniel.Well,we did alittle walking around the malls and we saw this shop that was weird.They had this boobs apron and funny simpsons toys.Plus awhole lot of other shits.Mum was saying that we could buy the boobs apron for dad so that he can wear it when he prepares our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way walk to the car,we saw this small group of girls.Three girls actually.Well, one of them had a mohawk and it was dyed blue.It was a pretty mohawk too.Looked like brody dalle's one but its blue and not black.Anyways,she was high on drugs and so was her two friends. [reason how i know is cause from their eyes and they could not even fucking stand up straight at all and they were making a fool of themselves.]Well,she was walking along the path screaming 'adelaide sucks'.Most people around were staring at them and laughing cause they were making a fool out of themselves.Mum then turned to me and said'your friend simone' -.- Actually,it was a hilarious sight to see.But i like her mohawk.Nice to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and get movies called 'Ghost world','benchwarmers' and 'cry wolf'.I'm planning to buy the dvd.The movies sound pretty whacked but i hope it is.I'm down with flu and sorethroat and its killing me.Its hard to swallow down my drink.&lt;/span&gt; And the sneezing is killing my nose.   Everything looks very bright on the computer.Like thunderflash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115996034287846066?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115996034287846066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115996034287846066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115996034287846066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115996034287846066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/being-away-from-sun-for-nearly-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115972463662294347</id><published>2006-10-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:43:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off to get more comics to stuff my face in and pretend that nothing around me exist while i'm so focus on the words printed on the comic book.i'm going to go buy tomorrow at the store.Its a store uncle daniel told me about at myers.So going to check and it out and...duh buy comics.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about myers mall is that people used to go right to the top of the building and jump down because its a really tall building.So while your about to put a mouthful or candy in your mouth,you might see a body flying down at a fast speed and splat on the floor.But now they put something around the rails so you can't go for flying lessons anymore.But honestly,i would love to see how a body at a fast speed hit the ground and splat.It would be a horrid sight but its actually quite interesting to see.Heh,insanity has conquered my brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YYM_GwOOj_M" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jet&lt;/strong&gt; New album is coming out and i want to be the first to get it! The songs are really whicked.i am so madly inlove with their song called '&lt;strong&gt;put your money where your mouth is&lt;/strong&gt;' Its some hot ass music that you can sway your hips and dance too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115972463662294347?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115972463662294347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115972463662294347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115972463662294347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115972463662294347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/off-to-get-more-comics-to-stuff-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115969770743790198</id><published>2006-10-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:41:35.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greg is over for Pizza.And now everyone is outside the backyard and i am in using the computer.Brother hair is long enough to put a headband on and pull his fringe back.But his really annonying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being the little sweet ass you can push around easily.I'm tired of the one that you can come and speak to as and when you wish and ignore when you dont feel like.And be polite to whenever you feel like.You are not the only one with a heart.Be nice.Your going a little too far.Don't.Stop.Your a nice person actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115969770743790198?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115969770743790198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115969770743790198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115969770743790198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115969770743790198'/><link rel='alternate' 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you.&lt;br /&gt;Today i was being hit with the bad news that my Grandmother died.Of heart attack.My only grandparent left alive and now,she is gone.She was someone whom was so dear to me.She was always there when i could not get along with my parents.She would tell me stories.I would skip school at times when i was in primary school and even when i was in secondary and head to her house.And she would not tell on me to my parents.She was always there when my folks were away.She took care of us.Sometimes,she would bring me out shopping.She always gave good advice.Though we had hard time speaking to each other,but we still manage to understand what one is trying to say to another.I've got so much to say to her and now she is gone just like that.She was planning to come here in november.But now,its all shattered.She was such a cute granny.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still unable to accept the fact that she is really gone.Its unacceptable.Its just too soon.It was only last week when i heard her laugh on the phone to me.Why now,why cant it be never.She was the closest grandparent to me.This is just not fair.First my sister then opa and now you, grandma.Its just not fair.As of now,the closest thing to me is gone.What more worst can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are sore and the words are getting blur.I'm out.I really miss you granny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: thank you ann for calling and comforting me.I very much appreciate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115962368882612050?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115962368882612050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115962368882612050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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when your an outcast in a new society.And when you have trouble making new friends cause making new friends is something your never good at.And when the computer,playstation2 and your new room is your new bestfriend.Its alittle lonely and it gets boring after awhile.But hey,i'm still living.And i find it a moment to reflect.And i find it also a moment to change those bad habits screwed inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,i manage to print some pictures out and the pictures i received from people and paste it on my wall.I also hung a framed shirt on top of the fireplace in my room.There is still tons to do in my room but i am taking my own sweet time cause firstly i am a total bum and the other is cause there is simply nothing to rush for.Its not like there is going to be an inspection on how well i decorate my room or how fast i do it.But tomorrow i would like to unpack one out of the two big boxes in my room.&lt;br /&gt;School is going to start for me on the 16 of october.Two weeks of &lt;em&gt;holiday left. &lt;/em&gt;And knowing that i am going to start school,its starting to send nervous and afraid emotions down my blood stream and to my brains.And i won't be going to girls school.Which sucks alittle but on the other hand,its something new.And like they say &lt;em&gt;it never harms to try something new. &lt;/em&gt;But if i dislike school,i can always look forward to the afternoons working.Yeah,dad is making me get off my ass and work.He says i am old enough to experience how working to earn cash is like cause i spend money too freely and i have lost the meaning of hard earn money.Sometimes growing older just sucks cause you can't experience being pampered by your folks no more.Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to enter deeper into the internet world and gain more knowledge of odd stuff that you would find boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think i am interesting?And while your lips move to read these words i typed on this page.[total insanity]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:1:04am aussie time.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda called.She finally could get through.Like finally.My eyes are getting itchy and tired.i need to sleep but i can't.And joan anne is making me laugh with her voice clip cause her voice is just very funny.her tired voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115945298907014455?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115945298907014455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115945298907014455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115945298907014455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115945298907014455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115925521127985945</id><published>2006-09-26T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:20:11.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally internet works in the new house.Whoopie.I've been spending most of my time in my room.Decorating and unpacking.Which by the way,is fun but also pretty tiring.&lt;br /&gt;The stuff that arrived from singapore is all pretty old-looking to me now.Which calls for cash to flow in and payment to be made for new stuff.But i think that can wait till november or december.&lt;br /&gt;Led zapplin is coming to adelaide.Dad and mum are going to visit them cause they are their one of their favourite band.And i was wondering if i should hook along.But then again,i might be the extra duck inbetween their 'date' to the concert.So i might just drop out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! i got the room with the fireplace!I am sooo happy.But i'm afraid some unwanted creatures might just come out of the fireplace in the night and that would give me a panic attack.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I am still out of school.which for now i still think its good.Cause that would give me plenty of time to explore the new area that we have moved in too.But on the other hand,i feel like a loser being out of school too long.I might have just forgotten all my syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy information for the day:Brother thinks the broomstick is his light saber. =/&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115901169776316924</id><published>2006-09-23T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:41:37.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i had a huge lunch. And this is what i had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Beef pie&lt;br /&gt;-berry yougurt&lt;br /&gt;-frozen strawberries and raspberries&lt;br /&gt;-vanilla malt&lt;br /&gt;It was huge that i am still very full.So dinner i cannot eat.Maybe i might just have salt.&lt;br /&gt;Well,Am moving to the new house tonight.Which means no computer,well there is computer but no internet excess for 4 to 5 days.This is really sad for me cause i would have to leave my blog unattended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i hope everyone have a good weekend.I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115901169776316924?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115901169776316924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>The bruise on my butt is not gone yet.Fuck it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty great.Brother and i played with spiders again.We caught two spiders and a smaller insect and put all three of them in the same container.Then we saw how they the two spiders fight for the smaller insect.Its pretty amazing to see it actually.Well after that,we decided to head down to the cinema to catch the movie &lt;i&gt;haunted house&lt;/i&gt; but we were pretty late and today is the end of the working week.So everything shuts early.We decided to buy chips,drinks and a burger each.While walking home,we saw surfers surfing,we saw two boys boogyboarding[darn funny] and three lifeguards in their briefs climbing over the railing of the bridge in the ocean a little and jumping off it.Diving it the ocean that is.And the weather today is 10 degrees incase you didn't know.I wanted to jump in with my panties and bra cause i didn't have my swimming costume on me.But then i thought if i came out of the water i would be freezing my ass off and i was afraid sharks were there =/ Got home,Brother and i watched maid in manhatten and a movie called something delivery.They were two great movie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,today i found out my left ear is bleeding inside.Not a good sign according to dad.But lets see.I doubt its anything big.&lt;br /&gt;p/s: who is s on friendtest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear opa[grandpa],i miss you alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115894155841635041?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115894155841635041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115894155841635041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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good,weird hairdo and boys that don't give a fly kick about the rules.Where are they?Or maybe girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,well today i have to wake up at 8 am to leave for the new house and unpack.Time for decorating and time for earning cash to buy electronics for my room.I plan to get the Latest PS .Its really good from what i've heard.OH OH! and i manage to get hold of my black letter box.So when its time to relax which is every 10 minutes of unpacking,i shall read through all the letters i received from people when i was from secondary one till the last day in singapore.Funny, i should think so.&lt;br /&gt;Conversations in the wee morning like after 12am is really hilarious and good for laughing till your about to pee in your pants and see wet marks on your pants.Wait,i see many orange blinks.So i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,i made progress.I wrote more than two sentence.Clap clap*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115868368190639425</id><published>2006-09-20T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T00:52:12.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://screamingheads.friendtest.com"&gt;take with your own risk.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wars to win and wars to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115868368190639425?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115868368190639425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115868368190639425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115868368190639425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115868368190639425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/take-with-your-own-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115858917648569365</id><published>2006-09-18T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:19:36.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>agree to disagree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115858917648569365?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115858917648569365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115858917648569365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115858917648569365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115858917648569365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/agree-to-disagree.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115848998055127823</id><published>2006-09-17T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:46:20.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i tried putting up the video of one of antiskeptic song.But it didn't work.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to find the GIG  guide for south australia.Maybe now i can do attend odd concert other than sitting and home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope everyone had a great sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115848998055127823?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115848998055127823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115848998055127823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115848998055127823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115848998055127823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-tried-putting-up-video-of-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115839515879956895</id><published>2006-09-16T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T16:25:58.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And yes,i deleted my friendster account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115839515879956895?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115839515879956895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115839515879956895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115839515879956895'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115833551664026291?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115833551664026291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115833551664026291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115833551664026291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115833551664026291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/concert-was-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115825022561061385</id><published>2006-09-14T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:42:16.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunset;orange with water mix with sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4771-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4771-1.jpg" border="0" /&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;The water was really cold.Gave my bones a sore pain.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the same as every other fucking day.Tomorrow,i hope would be different with the need to attend a concert.&lt;br /&gt;Oh there was this stray cat that manage to get its way through the house.And when my brother shouted saying a stray cat is in the house.I don't know how,but i found myself standing on the dinner table.I was totally freaked out!And the cat is not skinny like those in singapore.This was a fucking huge one with freaky eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anything anymore.I don't know the feeling of the first hung over.I don't know why i make bad choices.I don't know why i'm all fucked up.Maybe i am like this or maybe i've brought myself to this direction.But either way,i've got to wake up.This can't last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I crave for some Chrysanthemum tea. )=&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115816240134601644</id><published>2006-09-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:46:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah,finally blog allows me to excess.Phew.My day today went actually well i must admit.Got up as usual after 1pm.Then headed down to the shop to get a soda cause at home the drinks were finish and water coming out of the tap really doesn't taste nice at all.So bought soda.And while heading back,i saw this bean bag at the shop.It had ants printed all around.It looked like thousands of ants were on the beanbag.Its was really nice.So i wasted money and bought it.Going to put it in the new room.&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much got the idea of how i want my room to look like.And my parents don't seem to mind,or should i say care about it.But i hope it would look like the way i imagine it to be.But most of the things that i want to get for my room, i have to spend my own cash.Folks say they are not going to fork out the cash cause i am old enough to work my ass off to earn the cash.So have been looking for jobs these two days.But folks say once i do get a job,i must also pay rent.And i think its totally absurd.Insane.Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,got back.Changed to slippers and shorts then walked behind the house to the beach with brother.We were playing this game.The one where you get a rock and then you throw it into the water and see how many times it jumps.Its really fun!And by the way,i simone won! my rock jumped 4 times.Okay,i know some of you'll can do better than me! but hello,i do this very seldom okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday brother and i are going to attend some concert.Heavymetal one.A guy from church asked us to join.So now there is something to look forward to.&lt;strong&gt;Headbanging till our heads roll off-Ann.&lt;/strong&gt; Hopefully it will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i wonder if i am doing the right thing or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115816240134601644?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115816240134601644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115816240134601644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115816240134601644'/><link rel='self' 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it makes my eyes go watery.Okay,now that is one fact to be added in the list.Been listening alot to the radio.The one uncle works at. 92.7fm.The songs they played are just so great.Well,something you would like to listen to when you feel that all the music on your folder are just getting alittle too boring for your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Suicide girls were here in australia last year.Fuck,i miss it.But i couldn't be able to see them cause i am not 18.And besides down here they are pretty strict.No such thing like in singapore you can have a fake id.Down here they don't bloody have an identity card.Courtney car is being fixed.now she can drive to work or to the club.Dad helped her send to the locksmith and asked them to crack a key for her. My day went not so well.but who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling all fucked up and messed up [excuse the language] but its true..I feel like i am sitting on a sand pit. Its time like this,i call for rebecca's help )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its time for secrets to be revealed and the truth to be out.Fuck all the lies cause its not the time for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;p/s: a couple of site you may wish to visit on your free time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dickies.com.au"&gt;www.dickies.com.au&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lifelounge.com"&gt;www.lifelounge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115806648460206014?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115806648460206014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115806648460206014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115806648460206014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115806648460206014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-listening-to-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115799041275895525</id><published>2006-09-11T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:18:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And true enough,Today Tuesday 12 september 2006 was&lt;br /&gt;1)Totally ruined.&lt;br /&gt;2)Got out of the house till sunset. [10pm]&lt;br /&gt;3)Didn't bother getting up early.Slept in. [Till fourfuckingo'clock!]&lt;br /&gt;And its all due to adults being drunk by alcohol.Wow,alcohol do wonders.I think maybe thats why i dislike alcohol very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saying it so,i will not go.turn the light off...&lt;/em&gt;Sounds familiar?Oh yes,it blink 182.This song is being played on the radio.I like this song video.Its really hilarious.And the video &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt;,i like that video too. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i just say,msn is being a bitch.It does not allow me to sign on at all!I feel like tearing msn into pieces.arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,i manage to finish my sixth book today in the wee morning before i head to bed.Its called jessie.Its about this girl who just had a nervous breakdown and bla bla bla.Its quite interesting in someway?Should read it if you do get the chance too.Well,went to bed after finishing the book.Got up at 1pm and headed to the toilet to brush my teeth then down to get breakie.Bloody fuckers left no food for me while they left neither did they left money to order pizza.Well,got so pissed off then headed to bed to sleep again.Got woken up by the loud bang on the front door so got up at 4pm.Went down and it was the folks.Couldn't go back to sleep again so got dress and left to take a walk.Somehow walking turned to alittle shopping.Bought the thin legs jeans.Green one this time.Its was cheap 20 bucks.Sunset was near so walked to the beach and sat down.Appearantly,most of the seaweeds been washed back into the ocean so the beach is pretty clean now.Summer,it would look like a beauty.Well,sunset went by pretty fast but the shades of colour in the sky was impressive and its like a little magical. Came back to drop the shopping off.Courtney came and somehow brokedown?She lost her whole handbag and her car keys were inside plus the working keys.So you can pretty much say she in hot soup?Well,dad went to help her.So i went along.Dad can really break into cars with just a screwdriver.Really impressive.Anyways,he manage to get the car open without the keys.So courtney took all her valubles inside the car and dad took out the thing where you insert your key into to open the door?Don't know whats it called.So tomorrow courtney's got to head down the locksmith and get them to crack a key for her.I hope she will be able to get her handbag back and all the stuff inside.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was not available at home.Reason being is that everybodys &lt;em&gt;booze belly&lt;/em&gt; was full.So no dinner today.So today i didn't eat anything and my tummy is not rubbling.Surprising?Well,not really.&lt;br /&gt;Went to check the fridge if could make a snack.There was plenty but when i saw the sight of food,i got full immediately.I'm starting to feel pretty tired of food and thats freaking me out alittle.Maybe i am having food problems or a bad eating habit.Maybe i am just not hungry.Yeah,not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,life is getting no fun for me.There is nothing to even type about on the blog.Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its time for secrets to be revealed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115799041275895525?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115799041275895525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115799041275895525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115799041275895525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115799041275895525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-true-enoughtoday-tuesday-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115790406440031440</id><published>2006-09-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T02:14:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My post are all getting shorter and shorter.Well okay,maybe they are already written in just one or two lines.Reason being is that there is just simply nothing to blog about.I've run dry of things to write down.Its like i squeezed out all the juice from my brain and now its totally dry&lt;strong&gt; dry&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Today i manage to get my ass off the bed early for the first fucking time in this whole week.And i mean seriously early.I've not woken up any earlier then 1pm.And waking up at 10am today was a huge change in my body system.Anyways,got to church pretty early.So sat down for awhile inside.Pastor came and sermon started.Half way through it,i honestly fell asleep in church! This has been my first time.I felt pretty guilty about it.But hey,lack of sleep can do horrible stuff to your body system.After sermon,kinda got told off.But as usual me,being simone just simply ignored.And i think they kinda got it so they kept quiet.&lt;s&gt;Thank you&lt;/s&gt; Well,dad dropped us off then went to pick up his best mate at the airport.He came,had dinner and now is sleeping over.All adults are drunk from the amount of alochol in their body.Which means,&lt;br /&gt;1. Tomorrow is totally ruined.&lt;br /&gt;2.get out of the house till sunset.&lt;br /&gt;3.Don't bother getting up early.Sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;Going to be heading to school in a couple of weeks time.And i must say,i am seriously not keen on it at all.And moving to the new house by this weekend.Which means loads of unpacking,New furniture to choose,Decorating my own room,Buying little nick necs with my own cash[Trying to not depend on my parents] and choosing a dog.Oh and there will be no internet connection for awhile.So i think i will pass time at backyard to fly time until we get the internet connection hooked on.Next week seems like a pretty hectic one.And i have turn into such a bum i think i will just start pissing everyone's mood with my bad attitude and foul mouth after 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneleggedann! i got the other pair of socks! i found it.So come get it from me then you can stop walking on your five toes.Its black and white checks yes? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading off and i wish everyone whose taking their Prelims all the best. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.26am:&lt;br /&gt;I want to take up motocross as a summer sport when i get my driving license next year,[I don't need a lisence to do motocross but a save precaution cause i'm one scadycat.] but i think my &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tofu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt; arms won't be able to hold the bike steady throughout the race and next minute you know,i under the bike and the bikes on top of me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115790406440031440?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115790406440031440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115790406440031440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115790406440031440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115790406440031440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-post-are-all-getting-shorter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115778505718838210</id><published>2006-09-09T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T14:57:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a massive fever and i am feeling giddy.&lt;br /&gt;Its like i did a half summersault on concrete floor and landed on my head with my skull cracked open.My head hurts really bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;I think i am going to get more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,&lt;strong&gt;Put a sock to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115778505718838210?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115778505718838210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115778505718838210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115778505718838210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115778505718838210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-massive-fever-and-i-am-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115764947003219074</id><published>2006-09-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:19:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two way conversation is just lovely and pure fun.And only certain have the honour.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:My back fucking hurts alot.Its painful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115764947003219074?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115764947003219074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115764947003219074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115764947003219074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115764947003219074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/two-way-conversation-is-just-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115762888630233987</id><published>2006-09-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:27:30.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beep beep beep [000]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drooottdrroott.drroottddrroootttt.drroottdroottt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiver:Yes,whats the emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Me:i am going insane.&lt;br /&gt;receiver:Alright.We'll be there in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooootoottt tooottttott....toottotototot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation ends.&lt;br /&gt;The ambulance never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;I totally cannot  stand you'll anymore.I am quite tired of you'll treating me like this.I wish to get away from you'll.Stop treating me like i don't exist.Cameron is not your only child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115762888630233987?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115762888630233987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115762888630233987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115762888630233987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115762888630233987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/beep-beep-beep-000-drooottdrroott.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115756506995334163</id><published>2006-09-07T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T01:52:29.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Could i have a couple of pain killers and sleeping pills?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to wake up tomorrow but sleep through till Halloween for trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to hit the sack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115756506995334163?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115756506995334163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115756506995334163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115756506995334163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115756506995334163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/could-i-have-couple-of-pain-killers.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115754454033422382</id><published>2006-09-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:32:53.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to cancel the previous post cause it just don't much sense at all.Did i mention i want to hunt down those chinese fans and buy them.The kinda ones the chinese dance girls use,But without the cloth hanging down.I think its really nice.Okay, i think i am just out of my mind here.Been in a really irritating mood today.Need to snap out of it.I think tomorrow i am going to go take the tram from one end to the other.keep myself busy with something then just lazying at home seeing faces of the same and chewing non-stop infront of the computer.Its not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i manage to get the taste of chaos ticket.i bought the chaos pit one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i am so looking forward to being squash to death.Maybe then i would be happy being dead.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115754454033422382?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115754454033422382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115754454033422382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115754454033422382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115754454033422382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-decided-to-cancel-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115747248292124476</id><published>2006-09-06T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T00:08:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Information on miniature Pinschers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: Dogs 10-12 inches (25-30 cm.) Bitches 10-11 inches (25-28 cm.)Weight: Dogs 8-10 pounds (4-5 kg.) Bitches 8-9 pounds (about 4 kg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Suspiciousness. Standoffish by nature, Miniature Pinschers need extensive exposure to people and to unusual sights and sounds. Otherwise their natural caution can become extreme suspiciousness. Many Min Pins will put on a display of excited ferociousness (i.e. they "pitch a fit") when other people or animals approach what is THEIRS. It's not funny, because if you don't curtail it, your Min Pin may end up suspicious of everyone in the world, which is a short step to biting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Miniature Pinschers will not tolerate any nonsense and are quick to react to teasing. Many are possessive of their food and toys and will defend these from all comers, including children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Miniature Pinscher may feel overwhelmed by the loud voices and quick movements that children can't help making -- and defensive biting may be the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Miniature Pinschers have an independent mind of their own and are not pushovers to raise and train. They can be manipulative, and some are willful, obstinate, and dominant (they want to be the boss) and will make you prove that you can make them do things. You must show them, through absolute consistency, that you mean what you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Barking. Miniature Pinschers are often too quick to sound the alarm at every new sight and sound. You have to be equally quick to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i so want this dog.haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115747248292124476?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115747248292124476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115747248292124476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115747248292124476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115747248292124476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/information-on-miniature-pinschers.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115746391040368182</id><published>2006-09-05T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:51:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One two three,Ding Dong Dang.</title><content type='html'>Went to the Royal Adelaide Show.Bought Four show bags.Smash hits,Happy tree friends,Hubba bubba,Warheads.Now,i got the happy tree friends soft toy,i think i am going to put my pink soft toy dog away and sleep cuddling my happy tree friend soft toy (=&lt;br /&gt;Its raining like crazy the whole day and its going to happen for a couple of days,weeks.Was even being told that hails will come.I don't wish to see hails.Maybe i just don't wish it to hit my head when i head out to check the mail.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Dad best friend.He collects car for a hobby!!Boy,his collection is really whicked.His got 10 cars.One is for racing,theres two that looks like the car that appeared in grease.There is also one that was the first japanese car made.The other 6,are just normal odd ones.He stays in a really really old house.His grandfather built it.Really old and antique.I don't mind staying in a house like that.But then again,maybe there is some unwanted vistors in it =/Well,he stays really near to Jacobs creek.Yes,There is a wine called Jacob creek.&lt;br /&gt;Finally made up my mind.I wish to attend girls school.So I am going to a girls school.But i want to go public cause private is where all the snobbish rich kid attend and they are pretty fucked up.But lets see,that depends on my parents.Brother does not wish to attend boys school anymore so his going to attend the same school that my dad attend to when he was young which is mix school.I am not really keen on going back to school.Cause i have been a bum and so addicted to waking up late and sleeping late.Plus being addicted to sitting infront of the computer for hours ahead doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Dad and mum wish to change house so we are moving.Why,i don't know.I am happy living near the beach.I can see sunset,play sandcastle,See pretty stars in the sky.But i think its cause the school district is far from the beach.Ugh,i don't like all this constant movement and adapting to a new environment.Its pissing me off in someway or another.Changes is not something i can always go hand in hand with.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner today was fantabulous.Courtney,her friend and uncle daniel had dinner with us too.We had lamb and salad.Its was yummy.There is leftover lamb so good breakie tomorrow;yiros. Salad here is fucking cheap.I love love it.Salad,mint sauce and mustard.YUMMY!Its also healthy is someway i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh,we are getting a dog!&lt;/strong&gt; i am so so happy about this!!I've been waiting to have a dog ever since my last one.I want to get minicher pincher and everyone seems to be okay with it.So once we move house which is sometime this week,we will get a dog! ohhh,i am soo soo happy!Anyways,when we move,there will be no internet for a couple of days or a week.And this would suck big time.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I see many flowers along places steve irwin visited when he was alive.They might do a state funeral for him or a pirvate one.His family is given a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my period and am in a shitty mood.Ewww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115746391040368182?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115746391040368182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115746391040368182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115746391040368182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115746391040368182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-two-threeding-dong-dang.html' title='One two three,Ding Dong Dang.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115729183182075737</id><published>2006-09-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:26:39.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe its time you stop everything and take a step back.i am tired of you trying to get involved in my life.Its too late.i dislike you for what you did.And i doubt i will ever forgive you for taking me out of singapore.I don't feel comfortable here.And maybe i might never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115729183182075737?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115729183182075737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115729183182075737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115729183182075737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115729183182075737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-its-time-you-stop-everything-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115712255587092743</id><published>2006-09-01T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:10:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Taste of Chaos:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Website for taste of chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tasteofchaos.com"&gt;Click! !click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information on it about whats going to be expected there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://premier.ticketek.com.au/shows/show.aspx?sh=TASTEOF06&amp;amp;searchId=9a060263-1441-4b43-9af5-0e66b07128b5"&gt;!click click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaospit or upper stage?&lt;br /&gt;I think if i go for chaospit,i will be squash to death. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115712255587092743?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115712255587092743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115712255587092743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115712255587092743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115712255587092743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/09/taste-of-chaos-website-for-taste-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115703613375654900</id><published>2006-08-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:55:34.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1+1=A whole lot of shitloads.&lt;br /&gt;2+2=Anger outrage.&lt;br /&gt;3+3=Learn how to cool your temper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing a shorts meant for pregnant ladies while blogging this =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the central market.Bought some cold meat,fruits and some snacks.I got my apricot bites.Yummy.Courtney introduced them to me actually.Then i finally got my account number so i can use my card already! but i just got  to sign the back.Afraid to do so cause if i whrecked it,then i must like stick to that signiture?So get your fingers right simone to sign the back of the cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the hang of learning how to make my own template.But this one is made by izz.[Thank you so much] So i think since i am out of school,i should try and make a good one on my own from SCRATCH and plaster it onto this blog.Even if its going to look ugly,i will love it like a baby. Well maybe not,i might just click the &lt;em&gt;delete&lt;/em&gt; button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of winter.How fucking unfair is this.I just arrived here like two or three weeks back and now winter is running away?This is seriously unfair.I wanted to freeze myself till my fingertips go numb[Happened before and its a nice feeling] and see my toenails go blue.&lt;br /&gt;And i wanted to freeze myself until my lips go blue and really sore to move.Then i would have an excuse not to answer my parents or anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be using my singapore passport already.i have to start using my australian passport.This is just like the old days.But i made a new australian passport just today.Brother is going to have difficulties entering singapore when he turns 18 which is ...4 yearsfrom now?Cause he does not wish to enter NS.what a wooes.So he better start enjoying his 4 years going to singapore often.But i can so i have no worries.Woopie for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle is back for the studios,so i better go off and be a nice niece and let him use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers like  the auzzies say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115703613375654900?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115703613375654900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115703613375654900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115703613375654900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115703613375654900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/11a-whole-lot-of-shitloads.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115685346898127804</id><published>2006-08-29T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:11:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am an ah pek for today.i wore slippers,shorts and t-shirt and went out.Yes,its still winter but i manage to get used to the cold.Today it was only 19 degrees.So its pretty hot compared to other day.The weather is having its swings lately.Anyways,when i got out,People stare cause i was really like some ah pek.But do i care,no. (= Didn't do much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video i like! i love the song actually.Though,i know its old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qjI8NWnG2dI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a little strange how memories can be forgotten when a stranger steps in.&lt;br /&gt;Paperheart.Bloodymemories.Slient words.Hidden actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                  &lt;strong&gt;            -Simone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115685346898127804?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115685346898127804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115685346898127804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115685346898127804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115685346898127804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-ah-pek-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115677157741360121</id><published>2006-08-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T21:26:17.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People should learn to keep their eyes to themselves.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i shouldn't care cause i am overseas,but they should really learn to keep their faul words to themselvesand stop acting like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you i've said my final words,now i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115677157741360121?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115677157741360121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115677157741360121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115677157741360121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115677157741360121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/people-should-learn-to-keep-their-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115668630237149730</id><published>2006-08-27T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:45:02.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much been happening.Can only blog about the usual happening which pretty much is fucked up to do.Like i doubt anyone really cares what happens in my day in full detail.But to make this blog alittle updated i shalldo he ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Wokeup late and then got downto watch two movies.After that,it was 5 plus.So brother,father and i decided to head to the skatepark/bmxpark to see how its like.Walked there since we stayed like 10 minutes away from it.Once we reached there,bloody hell was it whicked cool.They had a half pipe,two huge dip hole.There was this 5 year old kid who skateboard in the dip.I freaked.I thought he was goingto fall.But he didn't.Anyways,after that,went to get fish and chips and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Got up early and headed to the traditional church service.I was like falling asleep.Brother keep on making me laugh.And the lady is front was not happy about it at all.Anyways,once we went up to get the bread and wine,the bloody wine woke me up.It was so bitter okay! Anyways,after church service we went to hundorf.A small little town where the germans unite.&lt;s&gt;Grandfater,why are you not alive to be our tour guide around your little town where germans unite&lt;/s&gt; We had real german lunch.Really filling.Then webought some sweets well okay,alot of sweets! Took a drove back home.Once we reached home,i slept .Got up played alittle games.Then came online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another.i am getting bored.I want to see my friends.I miss them.I think i will call 2 or 3. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna be a rockstar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115668630237149730?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115668630237149730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115668630237149730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115668630237149730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115668630237149730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-much-been-happening.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115651095506130592</id><published>2006-08-25T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:02:35.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world of people who reads this blog.Today my day went pretty much the same.Woke up at 12pm jumped into the shower.When i on the water,fucking cold water droplets came down my skin again.I think i better start waking up early to have hot showers.But i simply cannot cause i am sleeping late and unable to wake up anytime before 12pm.Pig i am i must&lt;br /&gt;admit.Anyways,after the cold shower went out to do alittle sweet shopping and sending of parcel to friends.Bloody hell it cost me to send a 300g parcel $11.50.i was shocked by the prize.seriously.But thats okay.I bought this sweet that had punk people printed on the wrapper.it was really whicked.It taste really good too.Things here are not cheap.But the clothes are.Weird.Came home with two bags and put it in my room as usual.Had the usual lunch,steak,mash potatos and salad.But i couldn't finish my meal as usual.So feed the bin with my leftovers.Tomorrow off to the another big shopping mall for shopping.I am spending my savings when i am suppose to save it for buying a ticket back to singapore on july.Ugh.i am pretty much bad at saving =/I have not started school cause i haven't come up with a final decision as to whether i want to attend a mix school or an all girls school.But i have to come up soon.BY the first week of september.Tomorrow is goingto be 4 degrees.I don't know how i am going to walk.I wonder if my legs would stiffen up.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe its time i should let it go.But i'm afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115651095506130592?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115651095506130592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115651095506130592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115651095506130592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115651095506130592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-world-of-people-who-reads-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115626393171888300</id><published>2006-08-23T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:25:31.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly i cannot spend my birthday with my friends.urgh.That sucks for me.&lt;br /&gt;But lets see what happens later when the sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;For now,i am going outside to catch the stars and walk in the cold freezing myself&lt;br /&gt;since everyone at home is pissed drunk from the booze.&lt;br /&gt;Take care and enjoy wednesday everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115626393171888300?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115626393171888300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115626393171888300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115626393171888300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115626393171888300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-everyone-for-birthday-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115625030607185971</id><published>2006-08-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:57:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i woke up and we headed to the town.Brother and i opened a bank account.How cool is that. Okay,maybe its not that cool.But for me it is.Cause this is the first time i have opened one.Well,we then took an hour drive down to the town.We headed to Chinatown first to get some lunch cause i missed my singapore food okay.I wanted to order fried rice but gwen said rice here are no good so i went for beef noodles.Mum and brother bought laksa while dad ate his fried kway teow.And can i just say they taste horrible.Singapore ones are much much better.Boy am i not going to eat singaporean food here anymore.Besides,it was like 6 plus for one bowl of beef noodles.pfftt.Such a waste of cash for such a not good meal.So we then went to the meat market and bought two bags of meat.Then we headed to the fruits market.And bought loads of fruits.After that we went to the sweets section.We tried tons of sweets until we got really full.We spent alot of cash from these three places,But it was worth it. (= Walking around the malls,i saw really cute boys and pretty ...girls.HAHA.I love all the art and craft shops. they have really pretty things.But down here,things are not cheap.Well,after the whole thing,dad drove us pass mel gibson house and then to his old house and school.He thought of sending me there,but i do not wish to attend that school cause i don;t know why.I wish to be enrolled in an all girls school (:&lt;br /&gt;Once we got home, i got really hungry and made myself a wrap.yummy.I have not been drinking plain water since i came here cause i can't find any.they don't seemto sell in the mini marts.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i wish to go off now.my fingers are all numb and i am lazy to one the heater cause my butt seems plastered on this noisy chair.&lt;br /&gt;Oh did i mention my dads best friends moshes sometimes at the moshpits.Really whicked i must add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a classmate that starts with a k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe its time you keep your false words to yourself.Enough said about me.I am already gone and is there still use to add false facts around.You coming to the airport was really bad.You made the air around bad.Thank you,but i don't need you to come and show like you care in your school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115625030607185971?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115625030607185971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115625030607185971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115625030607185971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115625030607185971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-i-woke-up-and-we-headed-to-town.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115614472961806339</id><published>2006-08-21T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T15:18:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>books books and more books.</title><content type='html'>Today woke up and was freezing.My legs and hands were all numb.Kept on waking up in the middle of the night putting on an extra jumper.Once i finally got up,mum and dad ordered pizza.Pizza here are only 5 bucks for a large one.Really cheap i must say.Uncle danial left for work.His a DJ for some radio station.I didn't know.People in australia seems to love house music.Techno.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,there is this rockstar concert on the 10 of october.Underoath,taking back sunday,senses fail and some others are coming down to play.I so want to go and watch.Dad told me here in australia they have a proper moshing pit.Whicked cool in my opinion.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,after breakie/lunch which was pizza,i went to bathe.Half way through bathing,the hot water finished and it was fucking ice cold water.Boy it felt like ice droplets were falling on my skin.Got changed and then mum,dad and i decided to visit the library.Onced i stepped outside,my legs were feeling alittle cold.I was stupid to have wore shorts and slippers.But after awhile it was okay.Its starting to change to summer so in the afternoon its pretty warm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,onced we reached the library,there were tons of books.So i went through them and found two books that caught my attention.Dad helped me sign up for a library card and i got one immediately.Onced i got the books,we headed back.now its 4.36pm  and there is another 2 more hours before the sun goes hiding.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went star gazing with brother outside.Oh,there were many little white dots on the sky.It was beautiful.While i was star gazing with brother,the stars reminded me of mabel.haha.&lt;br /&gt;We havent gone star gazing for such a long time.But i hope we can one day when we meet up again.Did i mention the skatepark down here are fucking huge.They have the half pipe and some other odd ones too.Brother and i saw a hill and we lied down on the grass and roll ourselves down.HAHA! once we got up,we could not stand up straight.Its takes a longer time to get &lt;em&gt;sober&lt;/em&gt;  again.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dad looks like a rockstar with vintage shirt and leather jacket and jeans.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay,i shall get off and read my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It'll take sometime before i can get over you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115614472961806339?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115614472961806339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115614472961806339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115614472961806339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115614472961806339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/books-books-and-more-books.html' title='books books and more books.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115607761550072631</id><published>2006-08-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:40:15.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankyou</title><content type='html'>Thank you so much For coming down Amanda,Gwen,Izz,Cheyenne,Izz,Mabel,Claudia,Bathu,Liane,Samantha,joyceh,nikki,sarah.&lt;br /&gt;[Sorry if i forgot some names. =/ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou Gwen for the shirt.Love it loads.Very gorgeous and beautiful. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for the goodie bag amanda.I lovethe booklet and the comic book.(:&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou mahee forthe note onthe book. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou claudia for the jar of uncooked noodles. [btw,i had a hell lot of problem getting it through auzzieland.]&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou liane for the gummies and note. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mabel for the photo thingy and the note. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you smantha,joyceh,nikki for the notes.&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou cheybessa for the note and picture. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its fucking cold outside.My fingers are numb and its hard to move my fingers on the keyboard.haha.Now its 10.04pm.I am getting my new number tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115607761550072631?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115607761550072631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115607761550072631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115607761550072631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115607761550072631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/thankyou.html' title='Thankyou'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115575451595299605</id><published>2006-08-17T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:55:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its my last night in this house and i am going to not sleep.Well,i plan too.But i am having really bad sleepy eyes. I want to see the sunrise like how i always do during the weekends.And i will miss the fighting,glass breaking,screaming,shouting,car engine outside produced by the people who visit zouk.I will miss the writings on my walls.I will miss the shouting in the house.I will miss the midnight gifts from my parents when they come back from overseas.I will miss the light saber fighting in the living room.The memories i guess,will be left among these four walls.But of course somewhere in my brain cells.Now my room is fully empty.I can hear my voice bouncing back to me from the walls after i shout &lt;em&gt;howdy doo&lt;/em&gt;. Whicked cool i must say.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the whole house will be fully empty cause the cargo people are coming to take the goods away and ship it off.We will only receive it after 6 weeks.I was fucking stupid to put my diary in the box.Shit.So i can only start writing on it after 6 weeks.Besides its nearly filled with contents.I need to get a new one. =/ So from tomorrow,well technically today, i will be moving to bukit batok for two days and then off to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;We have been eating outside food this week and i am honestly getting quite sick of it.The choices are pretty small.I think tomorrow i will get pizza since today i ate Mcdonald.&lt;s&gt;Junkfood is going to make you fat simone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i hope everyone enjoy their thursday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Reall apologise for blowing up without understanding.I should learn how to cool down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115575451595299605?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115575451595299605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115575451595299605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115575451595299605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115575451595299605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-my-last-night-in-this-house-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115563867217062528</id><published>2006-08-15T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:44:32.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good day blog.Today my day was all about lazying around.I must admit,I am such a lazy person.(=&lt;br /&gt;All i did was sleep,used the computer,stared at the computer screen and eat.Junk food paradise.Mom has stopped cooking till we get there.So its all outside food.And i get to pick what to eat.So i bought cup noodles.Two.And i happened to finished them. =/&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow i think i want to buy duck rice.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today was too lazy to go do my IC. So i have forward it to tomorrow.I hope i don't get lazy like today.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger has just gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i leave, here is a song i like.But Its the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;picture perfect turned to worthless&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet the taste is like ash in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;love we had it you're a bad habit &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to give you up i give up&lt;br /&gt;silly me for thinking honesty is something given free&lt;br /&gt;i make the rules and this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;heartbreak baby is half the fun you bring the bullets i'll bring the guns&lt;br /&gt;take ten steps now turn and draw i shoot from the hip then watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;scenes of passion never lasted&lt;br /&gt;your mistakes are too much to put behind&lt;br /&gt;i am tired with no desire &lt;br /&gt;to put together things that just fall apart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115563867217062528?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115563867217062528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115563867217062528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115563867217062528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115563867217062528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-day-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115556749968389248</id><published>2006-08-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:58:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green shirts with curry splat</title><content type='html'>Today i had quite a beautiful time.Woke up and came online.It feels weird not waking up at 6.30am.Anyways,chatted online for awhile then got my lazy ass to the toilet and get a move on.Onced i reached school,took my leaving cert and went to find my class.They scream for me and the teacher was like shock to see who was that.haha.Anyways,she was sweet enough to let me join the class for awhile.But once bell rang,miss quek came in and she was not happy to see me inside.So i pretty much got kicked out of class.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Once that happened,i had to go meet clarissa quek to go see the hockey match at delta.So we took the bus and then took the MRT to redhill.Mrs tan was shock to see me at delta.She asked me random questions.Then jillian was like &lt;em&gt;why are you not in school uniform.&lt;/em&gt; I told her and got my ass kicked by her.Cause i didn't inform her earlier.Sorry jillz.The match was pretty whacked but.... No worries C'div.You'll can try harder next year.Fourth in the whole singapore is good already okay!haha.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after the match we manage to rip our lazy butts off the seating area and head to get some PRATA! so we tried the one under a block.The place was called 'raj mahal?'Boy their prata was delicious! After that,we lazied around the playground near by and talked and tried swinging our fatselves on it,Hoping it will not break.hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;We took a slow and long walk to the bus stop and played the staring game and pretending to know the person kinda thing.It was hilarious.We made this small kid frightened.I hope he doesn't go home crying.haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bus came and i got home and packed my room.Now i am aching all over.pain!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone willign to give me free massage? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow have to go make IC.i feel old knowing i am going to own one soon.heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115556749968389248?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115556749968389248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115556749968389248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115556749968389248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115556749968389248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/green-shirts-with-curry-splat.html' title='Green shirts with curry splat'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115547857007810080</id><published>2006-08-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:27:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak and open your mouth.</title><content type='html'>My Saturday evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain,rain,go away come again another day my converse shoes are soggy wet,&lt;br /&gt;rain,rain go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks are gone.But they are not the best i've seen.Its going to be weird this week not waking up at 6.30am anymore.Maybe i shall wake up and surprise neighbour at the bus stop with my pajamas.HAHA!I called miss sim handphone like 2&lt;s&gt;4093849328239&lt;/s&gt;times but she never answer.so i ask sharon to help me.Thank you.Also had a good chat with christina mother. She is like so sweet la.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,Tomorrow i have to go to school to collect my leaving cert.And after that,off to delta complex to see hockey match with clarissa.Cause we pinky promise each other.I hope our school will win!&lt;br /&gt;::gostcgogostcgogostcgo::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room now have echo when you speak.So cool! but it also means, i must stop my singing.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;I have/must do in auzzieland:&lt;br /&gt;-pierce my lips.&lt;br /&gt;-have a fucking tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;-cut my hair this year[which i knowi can! ]&lt;br /&gt;-hope to not take drugs like what cousin sarah did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,now i shall take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teenage rage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115547857007810080?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115547857007810080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115547857007810080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115547857007810080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115547857007810080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/speak-and-open-your-mouth.html' title='Speak and open your mouth.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115520829901347823</id><published>2006-08-10T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:20:44.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social misfit i am.</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i spent the whole day at home lazying around and doing alittle thinking back.I know this is not a good thing to do,for they say don't look back at the past always look forward for the future.But today i have decided to go against this rule.I have never honestly appreciated all the friends i have.And i apologise for that.I thank them for being there when i am on my worst mood and listening to the crappy excuses and ignorant answers when i feel moody.Now that i know time is near for me to leave singapore.i feel alittle upset when i am suppose to be excited.&lt;br /&gt;What i will truly miss when i am gone is:&lt;br /&gt;-Calling out smartypants in school eventhough she can't hear and then call wenna which makes her head turn.&lt;br /&gt;-Playing soccer with lam lam and clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to tiong with nicolette and cassandra after school.&lt;br /&gt;-talking during class hour and skipping chinese class and walking aroundwith hillary.&lt;br /&gt;-Calling &lt;em&gt;girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; eventhough there is a teacher around to anderanna.&lt;br /&gt;-Attend gigs and random outings with amanda,cheyenne and gwen.&lt;br /&gt;-Sleepovers and midnight swim at amanda place.&lt;br /&gt;-long hour chat with sharon on the phone [which sometimes i know bore her.but excuse me.]&lt;br /&gt;There is more to the list but i can't seem to write all of them down.But these are the most i will really miss when i am gone.Reading all the letters written to friends.Its funny how we talk about really crazy things and having conversations on paper.Its pretty unique to my point of view.We write secrets down we thought meant so personnal to us.And how one topic can continue with many words and many papers. (:I truly enjoy my secondary days in school.Though some dread very much.And i thank everyone for being a part of my secondary life. (: uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not really make sense.but ignore whats written on the top.Thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to pack my room and i haven't even started.Fuck,i am so backdated.ive better start on saturday morning if not,i am going to get an earful from mum which i surely do not wish to get.I hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what sour sweet can do to you if you take so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y249/blackandwhiteimages/HPIM4565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::social misfit i am::&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115520829901347823?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115520829901347823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115520829901347823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115520829901347823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115520829901347823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/social-misfit-i-am.html' title='Social misfit i am.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115506421041109449</id><published>2006-08-09T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T03:20:38.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-coloured sky.</title><content type='html'>Today my day went like:&lt;br /&gt;-School for some parade [which i think went horrible]&lt;br /&gt;-Met up with mum and aunty with cousin.&lt;br /&gt;-Went holland village then queensway.&lt;br /&gt;-Walked for awhile inside IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;-Came home to get two hours nap.&lt;br /&gt;-Met monica in the bus on the way to the esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;-Saw fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;-Met up with amanda and mahee.&lt;br /&gt;-Met ann and amanda for alittle while before they went to &lt;em&gt;makan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-went to the oriental hotel toilet for we wanted to and we did.&lt;br /&gt;-played in the water pool for alittle while cause it was fun and &lt;em&gt;illegal.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Bumped into gwen and cheyenne.&lt;br /&gt;-Ate two candyfloss while watching electrico play.And it was incredible okay.I think some of the songs they played are nice to sway your hips.haha.&lt;br /&gt;-played chopsticks with faisal. [by the way,we have to have another round before i leave]&lt;br /&gt;-Came home afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely day.Tomorrow cargo shipping company is coming to see if we packed our things properly then thursday,they will take it away. Friday last school and boy i am very sad and alittle happy..Maybe just a mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention i am going to miss calling wenna everytime.Oh man! Where are you!i feel like calling your cell now,but i know now,3.15am,you will be sound asleep on your comfy bed. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i qoute from faisal "greenwhitestripes the new redwhite."&lt;br /&gt;pp/s:Fucking blogger does not allow me to upload pictures.i shall upload it on yahoo when i wake up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115506421041109449?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115506421041109449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115506421041109449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115506421041109449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115506421041109449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/multi-coloured-sky.html' title='Multi-coloured sky.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115496095470223692</id><published>2006-08-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:29:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last move.</title><content type='html'>Hello people with access to the internet world.&lt;br /&gt;This friday is my last day in school.I feel alittle happy and alittle sad.I have two weeks in singapore and i should enjoy it to the very most.I  shouldn't let &lt;em&gt;crazy people and crazy people&lt;/em&gt; ruin it.[amanda we got to spend loads of time okay!]&lt;br /&gt;Mum got alittle fucking vulgar when writing the letter down cause she could not get it right.Next time keep the comments to yourself.Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,after school was G R E A T! and nothing can beat it. (=&lt;br /&gt;Had detention with nina.But we didn't attend.So after 4pm,we sign ourselves out. I joined clarissa and zhiping for chit chat and little lazy bums moment cause we are super duper lazy people.Excuse us.Then clarissa and i played with xinni soccer! Damn fun sia! i like i like.haha. i want to play moree.&lt;br /&gt;I got tired so i decided to leave.It was 6pm already.Clarissa was nice to walk me to the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow fireworks and countdown.Anyone wants to join? (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115496095470223692?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115496095470223692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115496095470223692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115496095470223692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115496095470223692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/last-move.html' title='The last move.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115487225125461159</id><published>2006-08-06T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:54:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh,Your fake.</title><content type='html'>Today i could not wake up at all for church.But i manage to and i went.Boy church is fun with gwen nogh,michelle and sarah. Went lau pa sat to eat! I WAS FUCKING CLUMSY LA! i spilled the whole soup on the floor.SO embarassing la! But the guy was nice to give me the soup.. .. but i hate the soup. =/ Anyways,i had my duck rice! oh,i am so madly inlove with duck rice. (=&lt;br /&gt;After that ,came home and slept till 7PM.Talked to dera for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Came online hoping sexy butt would be.But she wasn't la! pfftt. Oh my gosh,did i mention that i am being called mother simone. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lam,sorry to bother you by calling and asking to help me buy sweets.But I really have craving and i hope you choose nice sweets ar.haha.Thank you (= oh i got bad news to tell you!Hurry come online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,&lt;br /&gt;Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,&lt;br /&gt;Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,Yourfake,&lt;br /&gt;With your fake expression and violence words.Your actions don't really mean much to me anymore. I'm tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your contagious and i am affected again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115487225125461159?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115487225125461159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115487225125461159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115487225125461159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115487225125461159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-my-goshyour-fake.html' title='Oh my gosh,Your fake.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115479107001054952</id><published>2006-08-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:01:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lesbian with black wings.</title><content type='html'>Today is saturday incase one forgets.Headed to marina mandrin hotel to have a drink with godma and mummy.First had one vanilla milkshake then apple-tini (martini that taste like apple? )&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,Went time hit 6pm.We took a cab to marina south.Time for steamboat.To me,It was badd badd.&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks came as a surprise. It was beautiful.But not the best that i have seen.Then mum and godma left for clubbing.So home i am.&lt;strong&gt;Anyone bored and doesn't feel lazy to come and meet me for midnight playground visits? (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe its time i ask and its time you let everything out,Cause this fucking sucks.But then again,i shouldn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XX-tQOQgsGg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115479107001054952?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115479107001054952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115479107001054952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115479107001054952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115479107001054952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/lesbian-with-black-wings.html' title='lesbian with black wings.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115470904516114278</id><published>2006-08-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T00:30:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>80 percent lazy.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for all the moments spent together.But tonight everything is laid out with just an expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115470904516114278?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115470904516114278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115470904516114278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115470904516114278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115470904516114278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/80-percent-lazy.html' title='80 percent lazy.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115461458779635033</id><published>2006-08-03T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:17:58.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness under tattered sneakers.</title><content type='html'>Today Nicolette,Nina and i skip two periods of science.Instead,we played soccer in the toilet.&lt;s&gt; aren't we good girls. &lt;/s&gt;After that,came math.Then recess,we played soccer again at the end of the hardcourt.I found out i am scared of high flying balls.Its so fucking scary.Its like its about to come smacking on your face.After school,Nicolette and i went to the canteen cause i felt like getting a drink and those teddy bear biscuits?haha.They taste yummy.Maybe i am going to start having that for every recess until i get sick of it.hurhur.We went to meet up with nina.We were all walking out of school and then we just stopped on the bridge and was thinking where to go. Great world city,Tiong bahru,Orchad Road,Holland Village,Habourfront,Great world city,tiong bahru,orchad road,holland village,habourfrant... . . And in the end,it was tiong bahru..Cause we got all lazy butts to travel far.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is friday.I don't know what i should do.I don't know if i should go for the west grand at esplanade,I don't know if i should peirce my lips,i don't know if i should come home straight and spend my friday sleeping.Fuck,i am confused..but not like its the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking blogger does not allow me to upload photos.Shall do it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115461458779635033?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115461458779635033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115461458779635033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115461458779635033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115461458779635033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/happiness-under-tattered-sneakers.html' title='Happiness under tattered sneakers.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115443751026344957</id><published>2006-08-01T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:06:30.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello insane,i'm here to stay.</title><content type='html'>Recess with hillary and witch friend amanda.After school,Instead of going to redhill for ice-kachang,Went to try &lt;em&gt;twisties&lt;/em&gt; fries with sprite at Tiong.Nicolette had student meal with milkshake.Cassandra had straight fries.We giggled/laughed/comment on people/scream/disturb our fellow neighbours.But we didn't give a shit if we pissed them off.Its our afternoon (=&lt;br /&gt;Instead of bumping into a shit load of people in school,i bump into them in tiong instead.&lt;s&gt;Sasha on her cute red bike,lam xinni with the deaf ear,IC-stealer girlfriend &lt;strong&gt;anderanna&lt;/strong&gt;,sidehellos zhiyi&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant day i must say again.uh huh.Nina finally arrived and we got our fucking lazy asses off the comfy ratan chair outside Macdonald.We love sitting outside cause is spanky and fun. &lt;em&gt;i don't know why.&lt;/em&gt; Anyways,we walked to the bus stop.They left to take their Mrt and i chatted awhile with shu yu until my bus came.&lt;br /&gt;Came home.Had alittle talkative moments on the phone with my &lt;strong&gt;witch friend. &lt;/strong&gt;After that,i headed to the books to get my work done and alittle extra.&lt;br /&gt;I seem really hook to the book witch friend lend me.I'm nearly done but i don't want it to end just yet.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyone got a book to lend me to read after i am done with this ? (= &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow subway,ice-cream lunch with ann.Far east. And i remember to collect ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy comes around only ones.Its a delicate emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I though,feel non the less emotionless.Everything i once felt seems to be missing.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to your violence in words i feel nothing no more.&lt;br /&gt;And i like it that way honestly.Cause then i don't fucking feel&lt;br /&gt;whatever i should be when your around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She walks with passion.Wish you never met her at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115443751026344957?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115443751026344957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115443751026344957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115443751026344957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115443751026344957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-insaneim-here-to-stay_01.html' title='hello insane,i&apos;m here to stay.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115418857481301845</id><published>2006-07-29T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T23:57:12.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>would you be my girl</title><content type='html'>Hello people of all nations.&lt;br /&gt;My saturday was spent in East Coast.Church had this family event on families building sand castle.Part of narnia?Anyways,i helped out and so did brother and his new girlfriend.There was this 12 feet sandcastle when i reached there.So i had to take photo. [ iwill update the photo later.lazy now ] =/&lt;br /&gt;Well after the event,My brother and i decided to have subway for dinner. So we made our lazy asses and wobbly legs to cine.Saw kim chua and maryanne.&lt;br /&gt;After having our meals,we went to bum around the youthpark.We end up seeing skateboarders skating/falling/buttbreak/spintricks/nearly-flatfaced.And it was pretty whicked to see that we decided to not come home early.&lt;br /&gt;After we finally got out eyes off those skateboarder.. .. or should i say I finally got my eyes off those skateboarders,we came home and i got stuck on the ineternet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;What a loser you are simone.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall go talk to ann.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend everyone and takecare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115418857481301845?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115418857481301845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115418857481301845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115418857481301845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115418857481301845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/would-you-be-my-girl.html' title='would you be my girl'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115409370638504389</id><published>2006-07-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:35:06.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar-coated apples drowned in milk.</title><content type='html'>Today is Friday.And i came to school late...as always.Bumped into Natasha and Jaryneh.&lt;br /&gt;So took the bus 123 with them.Once we reached school,the bell rang.So went to join my classmates for Geography lessons.Oh,did i mention that Hillary looks different in her new hairdo.haha.After all the morning lessons,came recess.It was the usual recess group. Nicolette,Cassandra,Nina,Pei chen and hillary. (:&lt;br /&gt;Music was after recess so off to the greenlodge.I love the art piece in miss goh room.OOOOO,its lovely and unique.Music was alittle funny and boring.But of course due to the classical music.I realise something everything i attend my music lesson.Whenever miss goh sits on her chair,the chair will some how roll a distance.After music,hillary left for camp.Leaving her watch and MP3 for me to takecare.It was boring when she left. )=&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Hall to see some dance performance.Boy the dance was crazy and hilarious. Playing with imaginative dot.wow!Nicolette made alot of jokes about it.People wass thinking i was laughing to myself.&lt;br /&gt;After hall,i went for to get some nap,for i was really tired.So i skip my shuttle run and pull-ups. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow off  to ast coast to help out with the narnia sandcastle. Please come come.it will be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115409370638504389?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115409370638504389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115409370638504389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115409370638504389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115409370638504389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/sugar-coated-apples-drowned-in-milk.html' title='Sugar-coated apples drowned in milk.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115392205475819904</id><published>2006-07-26T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T21:54:14.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals are for sick people.</title><content type='html'>Today school was okay.Rebecca bought me vanilla coke to cheer me up from yesterday.Thank you. (: I  backed out from playing hockey today for i am scared of hockey balls after being hit by one.But they happen to use the soft ball la.what the hell.argh.Anyways,2J lost by one point.Nevermind.They tried their best.I  think i am out of softball due to my bad attendance.but i don't care.After school,sent my ipod to the ipod hospital. I am going to lose all my contents in it.fuck.Anyone willing to send me songs ?(:&lt;br /&gt;Now i am missing my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is being a bitch.She has been nagging since i came home and woke up from nap too.ugh!She getting really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow breakie at tiong 7am.I must not be late as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115392205475819904?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115392205475819904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115392205475819904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115392205475819904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115392205475819904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/hospitals-are-for-sick-people.html' title='Hospitals are for sick people.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115339365158474080</id><published>2006-07-20T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T19:07:31.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets dance on toes.</title><content type='html'>Today after school,Nicolette and i went to redhill to eat ice-kachang.then we sat around laughing and commenting on how many ah bengs there are in redhill.&lt;br /&gt;After that,we walked to seven eleven and bought potato chips.Walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus.A guy passed by and said hey girl to me and my hair fell! FELL OKAY! Nicolette say its some secret code .what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,bus came and nicolette came to my house to watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;We watch 'Aquamarine' on the labtop and ate fooooddddd!&lt;br /&gt;We were hungry pigs for the day (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i want to do my 2.4 km.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115339365158474080?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115339365158474080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115339365158474080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115339365158474080'/><link rel='self' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115322884770603264</id><published>2006-07-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:39:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multi-coloured sand.</title><content type='html'>Today was Devasting,But thanks to nicolette,cassandra and hillary,My day went great.&lt;br /&gt;After school went to coffee bean with nicolette and cassandra for lunch.They are one bunch of waste food people and laughing creatures.then Cassandra and i crossed to the opposite bus stop to take 123.Cause we wanted to take the long ride.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow meeting Cassandra at tiong bus stop for breaky or maybe coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;She doesn't know how to relax&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't know how to hold back&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is laugh&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;It's never enough.And it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm never around when your heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;Never allowed to make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Now we're no longer just friends&lt;br /&gt;I wanna believe in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to see you off guard&lt;br /&gt;But we're always apart And nowThere's nowhere around left to run&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to do but play dumb&lt;br /&gt;So please sing along&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics sometimes makes you think.I like it,but i'm told to never depend my life on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115322884770603264?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115322884770603264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baybeats yesterday=Fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Nicolette and i skipped Opera for baybeats.heh&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed myself at baybeats with gwen,cheyenne,amanda,ann,nicolette,izz,california.&lt;br /&gt;Saw rianne after one year.It was great to see her. (:&lt;br /&gt;And great performance from ingride. whaawoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou everyone for yesterday.I enjoyed it the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115294820519729804?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115294820519729804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115294820519729804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115294820519729804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115294820519729804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/baybeats-yesterdayfucking-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28885234.post-115280399515277583</id><published>2006-07-13T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:19:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shower foams with bubbles.</title><content type='html'>Today nicolette never come to school cause she had running competition.&lt;br /&gt;i hope she did well or manage to get into the finals or something.&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo lines was making me jealous with her biggg coke! ):&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind,tomorrow i shall bring my vanilla coke!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow baybeats or opera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenna,smartypants please take care of your ankle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28885234-115280399515277583?l=nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115280399515277583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28885234&amp;postID=115280399515277583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115280399515277583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28885234/posts/default/115280399515277583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nonexistingdreams.blogspot.com/2006/07/shower-foams-with-bubbles.html' title='shower foams with bubbles.'/><author><name>Simone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454503400226084000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
