<?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-12036597</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:15:25.847+10:00</updated><title type='text'>~mirage~</title><subtitle type='html'>EITHER A REAL WORLD, OR JUST FIGMENTS OF MY IMAGINATION.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-114215437144833666</id><published>2006-03-12T18:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T16:15:23.446+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Click</title><summary type='text'>I can't resist. I was up late, got bored, and went to the Yahoo Personals profiles to laugh at all the morons who put themselves on display for such public ridicule. Here are tonight's top contenders...Bachelor no.1:Wheelchair Wonder on MTVBachelor no.2:Ecclectic Globe-trotting Wifi Lover (some interesting photoshop stuff here...look at him next to the spinx...i'm thinking...FAKE?)Bachelor no.3:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/114215437144833666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=114215437144833666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/114215437144833666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/114215437144833666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-at-first-click.html' title='Love at First Click'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113686079691644442</id><published>2006-01-10T12:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:15:18.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of proof that, indeed, wonders DO never cease:</title><summary type='text'>The proof I was mentioning up there? Yeah. It's here. It's me, I updated! yeah...nothing too great, but I reckoned I at least owed it to my few (emphasize on the FEW) and faithful fans to give you my scanned photos of my trip in December....so....here's a "tease" (GEORGE!) photo for you's, and click the link below it for more...Get My Loop!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113686079691644442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113686079691644442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113686079691644442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113686079691644442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2006/01/bit-of-proof-that-indeed-wonders-do.html' title='A bit of proof that, indeed, wonders DO never cease:'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b387/snowpee/trip%202005%20december/th_arcdetriomphe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113467568509961383</id><published>2005-12-15T13:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:47:51.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess you could say I was "angry", or "pissed"...</title><summary type='text'>I am so sick and tired of people telling me what to do or not do with my hair. Can't they just be thankful I haven't dyed it pink or blue or gone with spikes or shaved my head or something completely insane?? NOTICE: It's on MY head, not yours. Bloody hell. If it looks good, leave it the way it is for fuck's sake. Stop forcing me to spend YOUR money on changing MY hair because you don't think it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113467568509961383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113467568509961383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113467568509961383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113467568509961383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-you-could-say-i-was-angry-or.html' title='I guess you could say I was &quot;angry&quot;, or &quot;pissed&quot;...'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113335313104643344</id><published>2005-11-30T21:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T22:18:51.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>and fun was had by all</title><summary type='text'>The last week has been so unimaginably crazy &amp; chock-full of exciting goodies, I'll be gradually posting photo links for your sheer enjoyment! Last Thursday, 24 November, was our school's "Christmas Around the World", which is the screwed up theming and rearrangement of our cultural/heritage program, which my mother didn't think honoured God enough, so she forced it to be changed. REALIZE: not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113335313104643344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113335313104643344' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113335313104643344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113335313104643344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-fun-was-had-by-all.html' title='and fun was had by all'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113266099578543865</id><published>2005-11-22T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:03:15.800+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today/tomorrow is my sister's birthday. Usually don't you like, put up a picture of the person or something, right. But the last photo I have of my sister is from Christmas 2004...quite a while ago, and it's really not that great. Wal-Mart photo studio, to be precise. Complete with snowy backdrop and teddybear props, so you get the picture. We all look really different now, so no picture will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113266099578543865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113266099578543865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113266099578543865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113266099578543865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-todaytomorrow-is-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113255449613206864</id><published>2005-11-20T23:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:18:52.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Fuzzy Feelings</title><summary type='text'>I did something slightly unusual, I went and cleared my log on Statcounter. You know, so I could engage in more stalker-esque activity while not having to shell out a single monetary unit. That's me, you know, cheapskate of the century. As well as other things I got very cheaply (like this wicked awesome desk I bought for 2 bucks complete with 2 chairs...and this other glass-top desk for 10 bucks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113255449613206864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113255449613206864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113255449613206864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113255449613206864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/11/warm-fuzzy-feelings.html' title='Warm Fuzzy Feelings'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-113076930336979573</id><published>2005-10-31T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:35:03.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally Blind...not blonde...</title><summary type='text'>So I'm thinking that at the current rate I'm going, my eyes won't work by the time I'm 25 or so. Having my eyes 2 feet away from a computer screen for around 3 hours a day at the least, surely cannot be healthy for ones optic nerve assembly, no? Also factor in the averaged 5-6 hours of sleep nightly (not counting Friday nights when i go to sleep early), and the extreme of extreme tropical climate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113076930336979573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113076930336979573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113076930336979573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113076930336979573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/10/legally-blindnot-blonde.html' title='Legally Blind...not blonde...'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-113064157088115256</id><published>2005-10-30T13:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T13:31:26.380+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>failproof way of getting yourself out of praying for dinner, every time your uber-christian missionary parents ask:  say "That would be a REALLY bad idea.""Why?""Because, if I prayed, it would only float up to the ceiling REALLY slowly, then rocket-fire downd through the ground and go absolutely nowhere, so then we'd all choke and die because of that."Garunteed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/113064157088115256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=113064157088115256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113064157088115256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/113064157088115256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/10/failproof-way-of-getting-yourself-out.html' title=''/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112911660224225676</id><published>2005-10-12T20:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:50:04.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Reasons Why I Find My Mother Hilarious</title><summary type='text'>3 songs one the radio which actually cause her to TURN THE VOLUME UP:Lonely - AkonWelcome To My Life - Simple PlanUntitled - Simple PlanThe other day while driving around, too, she upped the sound on "Right Here Waiting For You", you know that love song...yea. But otherwise, NO RADIO WHILE DRIVING. BAD.Then, today, when she decided to take over grade 11 Bible class, the discussion was on Success </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112911660224225676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112911660224225676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112911660224225676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112911660224225676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/10/few-reasons-why-i-find-my-mother.html' title='A Few Reasons Why I Find My Mother Hilarious'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112869722101029102</id><published>2005-10-08T00:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:00:21.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"Changes, that's just the way it is...things will never be the same..." - Changes, by Tupac Shakur</title><summary type='text'>        Two days ago a ginourmous change occurred in my life. One that will change and mould my future in this world. My future physical health as well as mental, my social habits and tastes as well as the path I shall choose to take to venture into the world when it comes due time.  For the last 3 months I'd been giving it a thought during a spare few minutes here or there. But nothing was ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112869722101029102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112869722101029102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112869722101029102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112869722101029102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/10/changes-thats-just-way-it-isthings.html' title='&quot;Changes, that&apos;s just the way it is...things will never be the same...&quot; - Changes, by Tupac Shakur'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112825694927825642</id><published>2005-10-02T21:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:48:16.643+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Illegal 3rd World Import/Exports, Inc.</title><summary type='text'>                        1.2.3.  4.5.6.  7.So, a couple weekends ago I was at this second-hand shop looking for something, and came across this. An enticing little red box with gold trim...Hmm....good things come in small packages. So I picked it up; Lo &amp; Behold.....IVORY NAPKIN HOLDERS! What? Can this possibly be right? After holding a few of them in my hand and noticing the unusual colouring and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112825694927825642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112825694927825642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112825694927825642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112825694927825642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/10/illegal-3rd-world-importexports-inc.html' title='Illegal 3rd World Import/Exports, Inc.'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112589795293494571</id><published>2005-09-14T15:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T22:37:08.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>With age comes......uh....</title><summary type='text'>[NOTE: This post was origionally written on the 5th of September, but it got F'ed up in the process of posting it so I was really mad and didn't go back to do it again till now. Today's writing/continuation of this post starts after 15 Years Old.]Every year we turn older, and with every turn of age, something new will happen to you that year, I've noticed (I promise you I am seriously not as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112589795293494571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112589795293494571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112589795293494571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112589795293494571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/09/with-age-comesuh.html' title='With age comes......uh....'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112619252596759631</id><published>2005-09-08T22:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:15:26.010+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dit's Blockedd</title><summary type='text'>Ib duh way bi feel bight now band hab feld since yusterbday is anythig cloze, then I bimagine this id whud a sidus idfection musth be like. (And typing like that is extremely hard, so I'll stop.) My nose has been leaking for 2 days, mostly on the left side. But then when I go to blow my nose, the right side releases more *SNOT* (hahahaha). And then there was this cough, too, but it left. Like I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112619252596759631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112619252596759631' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112619252596759631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112619252596759631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/09/dits-blockedd.html' title='Dit&apos;s Blockedd'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112575797135937993</id><published>2005-09-03T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:12:13.820+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life-scarring, Unfortuantly Unforgettable Moment no.7,862</title><summary type='text'>16-year old girls do not need to know whether or not their father can "handle" Jessica Simpson.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112575797135937993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112575797135937993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112575797135937993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112575797135937993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-scarring-unfortuantly.html' title='Life-scarring, Unfortuantly Unforgettable Moment no.7,862'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112565438438556259</id><published>2005-09-02T19:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:22:20.303+10:00</updated><title type='text'>"And"</title><summary type='text'>Because it's your birthday, I give you a special post, because you're a special person and I hope your 16th year on this earth will be the best you've yet experienced and Maybe a tragic accident will befall "Dr. Evil" and She gets Amnesia, not remembering anything about all the Evil things she's done and This will cause your wish to happen, entailing the "perfectest" birthday present ever! I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112565438438556259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112565438438556259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112565438438556259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112565438438556259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/09/and_02.html' title='&quot;And&quot;'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112512522498176158</id><published>2005-08-27T16:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T15:47:58.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice, Naiive &amp; Beautiful - PLUMB (dedix to Mei)</title><summary type='text'>Nice, Naiive, &amp; Beautiful - PLUMB She’s only known heartache and painBut she’s never known pain like thisShe stands alone defending her nameWhen all that she’s done is "be who she is"Well is it so wrong to be who we areWhen all she’s done is "fail" Cause she’s so nice, naive and beautifulWhy does she get taken advantageWhy does she live in a world so coldShe takes advantage of the nice, naive and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112512522498176158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112512522498176158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112512522498176158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112512522498176158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/08/nice-naiive-beautiful-plumb-dedix-to.html' title='Nice, Naiive &amp; Beautiful - PLUMB (dedix to Mei)'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112469870536147343</id><published>2005-08-22T17:46:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T18:18:25.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'>43</title><summary type='text'>Today you should have been 43....Why did it have to happen, I guess we'll all know in due time.No use wishing it were another way, but I can hope your memory spurs others on to greatness..          &gt;&gt;The person this post is so sincerely dedicated to, I never knew her but I know her children, &amp; if they are any reflection, then she was a magnificent woman.  There is limited amounts of things to say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112469870536147343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112469870536147343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112469870536147343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112469870536147343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/08/43.html' title='43'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112444544847734971</id><published>2005-08-19T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T19:57:28.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Humans and pearls....very similar.   The biggest and most beatiful pearls come out of the ugliest oysters.  For people, it's very similar. There are some who look, to most, very beautiful on the outside, and held togethor. But if you opened them up, they're really not so nice, and cracked and not a good person to have around. There are others of us, however, who may not be the prettiest thing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112444544847734971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112444544847734971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112444544847734971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112444544847734971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/08/humans-and-pearls.html' title=''/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112409459856283635</id><published>2005-08-11T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:29:58.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hey look, I made Sushi.... it tasted pretty flippin' good, if you ask me (and the other 8 people who ate it).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112409459856283635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112409459856283635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112409459856283635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112409459856283635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/08/hey-look-i-made-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112373959650031949</id><published>2005-08-11T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:15:05.816+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><summary type='text'>This is the sweetest letter in the whole world. So few words but oh the meaning....I don't know how many of you will grasp it. It was sent by "cb2" (code-named for the privacy of the writer) to my best friend, Amay, a few weeks ago.   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112373959650031949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112373959650031949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112373959650031949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112373959650031949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-112138359391038221</id><published>2005-07-14T18:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T09:42:16.886+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I got AIDS somehow? What then?</title><summary type='text'> Ahhh....no place like home:World Yahoo News Breaking of PNG: Papua New Guinea at Risk for AIDS EpidemicJuly 4 2005 at 8:01 PMPapua New Guinea at Risk for AIDS Epidemic By MARGIE MASON, AP Medical Writer Sun Jul 3, 6:58 AM ETKOBE, Japan - Papua New Guinea is at risk of an African level HIV/ AIDS epidemic, while other Asia-Pacific nations like Malaysia, Vietnam and Myanmar are also worrisome as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112138359391038221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112138359391038221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112138359391038221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112138359391038221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-if-i-got-aids-somehow-what-then.html' title='What if I got AIDS somehow? What then?'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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-12036597.post-112111737213355981</id><published>2005-07-11T23:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T15:00:25.700+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie B-I-T-C-H</title><summary type='text'>I don't remember her name, but I recall that she had brown hair and was the same size as me. We were best friends for one day, or maybe it was 3 hours. Not sure. Either way, I can't remember her name for the life of me.We met at Manville Camp, in July of 1994. It was probably Camp Meeting. But anyhow, we must have got to playing and having fun as little girls do, and a few hours later this girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/112111737213355981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=112111737213355981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112111737213355981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/112111737213355981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/07/barbie-b-i-t-c-h.html' title='Barbie B-I-T-C-H'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12036597.post-111538495426207252</id><published>2005-05-07T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:09:14.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Floatation Device</title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting there administering a personality quiz to LeeAnne after school the other day.  A classic moment, if you will."Are you peaceful, persistent, playful, or persuasive?""What does peaceful mean?""Uh...according to the  book, it means 'Seems undisturbed and tranqiul and retreats from any form of strife.' ""Huh??""Basically, like, you don't want anything to be stressful and you don't like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/feeds/111538495426207252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12036597&amp;postID=111538495426207252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/111538495426207252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12036597/posts/default/111538495426207252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowpee.blogspot.com/2005/05/floatation-device.html' title='Floatation Device'/><author><name>snopeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10940764320656800794</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></feed>
