<?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-22077436</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:21:26.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be careful what you wish for...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22077436.post-114767959356515724</id><published>2006-05-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T15:53:36.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words cannot describe how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........ ........... ............... ......................... ........................................ ........... ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they can:&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE MOST OMFGING AWESOMEST THING HORRAH HORRAY YAY WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*calms down*&lt;br /&gt;"Why", you may ask, "Is anneke so exceedingly happy?" (or not, I mean you don't have to.) You really wanna know???&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...fine. i'll tell you anyway I GOT MY CLARINET TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;albeit not my OWN clarinet .BUT A CLARINET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rerason I have not replied to people's emails *looks pointedly at elaine* is that I have no computer/internet at home and my school blocks hotmail, gmail, yahoo &amp;amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. if you REALLY (Really Really?) want to email me, my school mail is s05030@sheldoncollege.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it for today.BYEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-114767959356515724?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114767959356515724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=114767959356515724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114767959356515724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114767959356515724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/05/words-cannot-describe-how-i-feel-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22077436.post-114680962162901451</id><published>2006-05-05T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T14:13:58.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's that playing on the radio?</title><content type='html'>What's that playing on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I start swaying to and fro?&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard that song before&lt;br /&gt;But if I don't hear it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still familiar to me&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw Grease (Done by my school) last night. It was pretty good, although Rizzo and Dookie were better singers than Sandy and Danny. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the poster looked exactly like the Movie poster except that it was the students and not olivia newton-john and etc in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the Orchestra conductor today, his name is Mr. Coit. plays trumpet and is much much much younger than any teacher at ISB. in fact all of the teachers at Sheldon are young. like.. only a few yrs out of college young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, one of our teachers, Mr. Lopez holds the guinness(!!! teeheehee bgic.) world record for the highest note ever sung by a male. get this... C# in the 8th octave. He's a 'popera' guy, and have heard one of his songs on the local radio and it is INHUMAN how high this guy can sing. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo. grr will have to learn the school song and National anthem for band. oh well. beats having to sing (and mime. oh yes, there are ACTIONS to go with the school song) them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-114680962162901451?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114680962162901451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=114680962162901451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114680962162901451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114680962162901451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-that-playing-on-radio.html' title='What&apos;s that playing on the radio?'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22077436.post-114663586952968117</id><published>2006-05-03T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:57:55.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from another wooorld.</title><content type='html'>Yay I can't believe that my school didn't block LJ and Blogthings. It blocks Google Images, Gmail and HOTMAIL. for god's sake get a life.&lt;br /&gt;so strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in Oz is interesting. I'm sleeping on a foam mattress on the floor at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.I can't believe how dumb some ppl in australia are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dumbest conversation i've EVER HAD, I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: So which school did you go to before?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ISB. it's a school in Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2:WOOOW. So can you speak Asian? You can right??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me:*sigh*Umm. *wonders how to break it to them easily* There are lots of Asian languages&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Like...Japanese??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes. Like Japanese. But I can't speak Japanese. I can speak Indonesian though.&lt;br /&gt;Girls: OOOH!!! *Nod Thoughtfully*&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: So is your mum Indonesian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus in science, we're doing Electron structure, bonding, etc.&lt;br /&gt;One girl tried to tell the teacher that Lithium Fluoride is "Lifluoride"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are marginally smarter than the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people at this school actually think I'M smart&lt;br /&gt;oh, my. they have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO THATS IT FOR TODAY. Miss youse alllll. chow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-114663586952968117?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114663586952968117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=114663586952968117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114663586952968117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114663586952968117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings-from-another-woo_114663586952968117.html' title='Greetings from another wooorld.'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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-22077436.post-114429453675615402</id><published>2006-04-06T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:35:36.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BWAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so by now EVERYONE has heard that i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i won't miss the place, just the people.&lt;br /&gt;My last day of school is the 14th which is (oddly enough) the OPENING NIGHT OF OLIVER! yes. it was postponed AGAIN. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school i'm going to is a non-denominational school called "Shelldon College" near Brisbane. It's building a $20 MILLION indoor sports facility, and sometimes uni students come to use the music recording and film &amp; television facilities. so cool. plus they're doing a production of "Grease" in may which means i'll be able to go see it :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been sorting out my P drive, found something written last year for PI DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sonnet #3.14159265358979323846264338327950284…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I compare Pi to a summer’s day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pi is more boring and more tedious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must try before we go to play,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why must pi be so ambiguous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes too long be the number pi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And often many students may be bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it may cause the straining of an eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many numbers in one eternal hoard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal number shall not fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of your many digits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall you ever be unmade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in boredom some people start to fidget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long as men can add or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long live thou, and maths gives life to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Anneke Nehring &amp;amp; William Shakespeare&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was SUPREMELY bored that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-114429453675615402?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/114429453675615402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=114429453675615402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114429453675615402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114429453675615402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/04/bwahaha.html' title='BWAHAHA'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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-22077436.post-114191011545761969</id><published>2006-03-09T20:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:03:22.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, oliver has been postponed until april due to HFMD. which means that we have another month of tension, but it's not too bad if you think about it, more time for rehearsals, and it also means that I might be able to go to this party in KB that I wanted to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What I wanted to know is why they closed primary but not secondary schools. I mean sure, it mainly targets people ten yrs old and under, but its not like it completely ignores older people either. hmph. Blech i might not go to school tomorrow, depends on how lazy I am. I'm not going to career's day or anything, it's yr 9, 11, and 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do the 24 hour famine but have lost the permission slip so I will get my mum to write it out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fifteen-millionth time this year, Mr. johnson has once again abandoned us. This time it was FOBISSEA. we haven't had a PSE session with him since...october. or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched American Idol tonight, TAYLOR HICKS IS ABSOLUTE &lt;3333333333333333333&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He deserves to win, probably won't, just like Bo and George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BGIC was cool, apart from mr frank leaving, we now have mr canterford as a history teachers. it really pisses me off that as soon as we get a decent teacher, they leave...&lt;br /&gt;The afterparty was good, i have a few pictures, unfortunately blogger is being a bitch so I can't upload them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, i think it's high time for things to start going right for me. blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m open&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst is over now and we can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold you high and steal your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m open&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m open&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel like I am strong enough&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-114191011545761969?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114191011545761969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/114191011545761969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/03/so_09.html' title='So.'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22077436.post-113992333529585724</id><published>2006-02-14T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:23:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vally's day</title><content type='html'>Okay, let me begin my rant by saying that valentine's day is CONFUSING. First and foremostly, there is/was nothing romantic whatsoever about St. Valentine. i mean. really. if you're going to have a romantic day, at LEAST theme it on someone who is linked with romanticity (and I don't care if i just spelled that wrong). Secondly, 'why would a guy want to make his crush/girlfriend fatter with chocolates?' hahaha direct quote from Mr. Frank. Which kind of makes sense if you think about it, unless the girl is anorexic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, no roses :( but i got 2 chocolates, one from chris (er...) and one from Dinesh, who sent one to all the girls in our class. Grarey said that he wanted to get me something but didn't have enough money (awwww...) I'm still in limbo about whether i like or don't like valentine's day. It's one of those things. So anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/hug-me.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is open to where ever love takes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: fighting and conflict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;My Valentine's themed blogthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day of love, day of hate&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you feel&lt;br /&gt;there is one day&lt;br /&gt;that you will remember...&lt;br /&gt;for good or for bad, it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;there is always one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There might be a day&lt;br /&gt;where you can look back&lt;br /&gt;and laugh and say&lt;br /&gt;'what an idiot I was then'&lt;br /&gt;but think,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be someone&lt;br /&gt;who remembers the day&lt;br /&gt;with anger and resentment&lt;br /&gt;and thinks&lt;br /&gt;'what an idiot they were then'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do people see&lt;br /&gt;when they look at the girl in the corner?&lt;br /&gt;there she sits, not pleasing but not offending&lt;br /&gt;sitting alone in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her face pulled into an expression&lt;br /&gt;that looks like wonder- but isn't&lt;br /&gt;that looks like respect-but isn't&lt;br /&gt;a blank expression&lt;br /&gt;hiding behind perception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do they know?&lt;br /&gt;do they see?&lt;br /&gt;her face can mask but her heart betrays her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-113992333529585724?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/113992333529585724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=113992333529585724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113992333529585724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113992333529585724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/02/vallys-day.html' title='Vally&apos;s day'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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-22077436.post-113930640528942813</id><published>2006-02-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:00:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside</title><content type='html'>Inside, there are things which scare you&lt;br /&gt;things that would make you tremble&lt;br /&gt;things that would make you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Inside, darkness resides.&lt;br /&gt;Inside the void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there is happiness&lt;br /&gt;there is sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;there is lonliness.&lt;br /&gt;Inside there is an identity&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the chains of society&lt;br /&gt;Ready to break out and scream 'I'm me; take it or leave it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there  is beauty which is hidden from view&lt;br /&gt;Inside there are feelings- tossed aside, ignored, scorned.&lt;br /&gt;Inside there is love yet to be discovered&lt;br /&gt;Inside there is passion shielded by hollow eyes&lt;br /&gt;Inside is a soul, pure but tainted by the prejudices of others.&lt;br /&gt;Inside is me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-113930640528942813?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/113930640528942813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=113930640528942813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113930640528942813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113930640528942813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/02/inside.html' title='Inside'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22077436.post-113930472101910194</id><published>2006-02-07T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:32:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, my first postage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22077436-113930472101910194?l=spillanikin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/feeds/113930472101910194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22077436&amp;postID=113930472101910194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113930472101910194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22077436/posts/default/113930472101910194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spillanikin.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Spillanikin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08487773867794134998</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>
