<?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-8921945</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:50:47.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ains' Blogger! =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921945.post-111512114378216346</id><published>2005-05-03T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T04:52:58.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="&lt;a href=" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DieColdHearted/1105904978_esktopdark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;/a&gt; your eyes, people can't seem to see anything&lt;br /&gt;because your eyes are covered up by tears! You&lt;br /&gt;are constantly hurt and depressed... No one&lt;br /&gt;seems to understand how you feel because&lt;br /&gt;everyone is scared to get close to you... You&lt;br /&gt;long to be able to reach out and tell someone&lt;br /&gt;everything, and all of your problems... But you&lt;br /&gt;have no one to tell, or they just don't seem to&lt;br /&gt;want to hear what you have to say. You've been&lt;br /&gt;hurt many times that you don't seem to have any&lt;br /&gt;tears left to &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/search/search.php?qq=SHED" target="_blank"&gt;shed&lt;/a&gt;, or if you do, they're an&lt;br /&gt;endless river flowing... You've started to hide&lt;br /&gt;and bottle up all or your problems and&lt;br /&gt;feelings, hoping that maybe they just will go&lt;br /&gt;away... You want company, but at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;you're scared of it. Your sanctuary is your&lt;br /&gt;room where you can just be alone and try to&lt;br /&gt;throw away all of your aching pains. You're&lt;br /&gt;dark and mysterious and people like you for&lt;br /&gt;that reason. Even if you think you're all by&lt;br /&gt;yourself in the dark, someone is always there&lt;br /&gt;with you. Your special someone wants to admit&lt;br /&gt;and show their feelings towards you, but&lt;br /&gt;they're afraid of how you'll take it. Get out&lt;br /&gt;more and enjoy life because, it is far too long&lt;br /&gt;to frown your way through :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DieColdHearted/quizzes/What%20Lies%20Behind%20Your%20Eyes?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What Lies Behind Your Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111512114378216346?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111512114378216346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111512114378216346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111512114378216346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111512114378216346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/img-alt-in-your-eyes-people-cant-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-111425488529041651</id><published>2005-04-23T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T04:14:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went into Hawthorn today to buy my winter uniform as i had no chance of getting into school before the new term started, so mum decided we'd go on a good ol' drive and get it. Such a riveting trip if i do say so myself, only to find out they forget to put in my blue socks that i clearly requested. Whatta dumb fuck. But in this store there was also a 'surf' shop, and so i decided to take a look, not daring to ask for anything as mum had just spent over $400 on my uniform. However, mum [weirdly] pointed out this black bag, which i will admit is HOT stuff, and i love it and it has badges on it and stuff, and it was $35, which i frankly think is too much for a small bag you put over your shoulder and is quite small in size, but suprising mum didn't think so, so i therefore took up the opportunity to get this bag. Then we went to Southland and went bra shopping. Phwoar, even more riveting. The bra's my mum picks out.. pink lacy stuff..blech.. I resulted in buying a plain black bra.. [just thought you'd like to know.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm completely frustrated and confused at the fact that I am liking and loving a Missy Higgins song. That 'the special two' song has seriously done it for me. I'm going nuts and singing it everywhere, and it's just not me at all. However, i just thought i'd share with you the line i love the most.. Well actually, i'll share with you two parts in which i like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Is it better to tell and hurt, or lie and save your face? Well i guess the answer is; don't do it in the first place&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Basically i believe in this quote immensely. I believe everyone makes mistakes, but frankly, you wouldn't need to lie, if you hadn't done it in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Nothing cures the hurt that you bring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; on by yourself..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many people i know complain about how there lives are. Infact, I'm sure i've done that myself, but it's so very true that when someone else hurts you, you can get angry, but if its yourself, there's no way to retaliate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just thought I'd share that with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Flic and I are meant to be going to the gym on tuesday, which should be a good experience, which I am looking forward to. But i guess thats pretty much it from me.. I'm off to watch some good old traditional aussie rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111425488529041651?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111425488529041651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111425488529041651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111425488529041651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111425488529041651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-went-into-hawthorn-today-to-buy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-111382555210247065</id><published>2005-04-18T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T04:59:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=ains" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img alt="Counters" hspace="4" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=ains&amp;s=odw" align="middle" vspace="2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u="&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111382555210247065?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111382555210247065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111382555210247065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111382555210247065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111382555210247065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/counters.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-111365752761582947</id><published>2005-04-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T06:18:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled rapture,&lt;br /&gt;Empty heart,&lt;br /&gt;Hollow soul.&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I could stop time.&lt;br /&gt;And rewind it.&lt;br /&gt;Edit.&lt;br /&gt;And erase the lost passion.&lt;br /&gt;And see more than what was seen in a time&lt;br /&gt;Where I drowned myself in daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself to tears.&lt;br /&gt;And died every time he touched me.&lt;br /&gt;And I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the sick,&lt;br /&gt;Agitated, uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Feeling deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;And I do remember.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the thoughtless,&lt;br /&gt;Uncaring, emotionless&lt;br /&gt;Ways he killed my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me to the edge.&lt;br /&gt;And slowly, I fell off.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me to forget the pain.&lt;br /&gt;But he singed it into my soul.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me not to hate him.&lt;br /&gt;But he's the one who taught me how.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays gone.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not yet here.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trapped somewhere in-between.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111365752761582947?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111365752761582947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111365752761582947' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365752761582947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365752761582947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-kiss-fulfilled-rapture-empty-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921945.post-111365738526278840</id><published>2005-04-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T06:16:25.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She sits alone&lt;br /&gt;Her only friend is the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, she sees a girl&lt;br /&gt;Quite pretty, placid&lt;br /&gt;She reaches out a hand&lt;br /&gt;In turn, so does the girl&lt;br /&gt;And she slides her hand down the glass&lt;br /&gt;Like she's wiping away the pain&lt;br /&gt;It’s invisible.&lt;br /&gt;Just like to others, u see an exterior&lt;br /&gt;No pain, only a small smile&lt;br /&gt;Pale skin, the odd freckle&lt;br /&gt;She bites her lip&lt;br /&gt;Her finger glides&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary images appearing in the steam&lt;br /&gt;But the girls gone&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere in sight&lt;br /&gt;And she stares to see a soul so dry&lt;br /&gt;Without a drop of pure anything&lt;br /&gt;But she feels it&lt;br /&gt;Like a blanket of warmth&lt;br /&gt;And then she’s not alone&lt;br /&gt;Shafts of glass surround her&lt;br /&gt;And then it’s over&lt;br /&gt;Everything... gone&lt;br /&gt;Just because she was broken down&lt;br /&gt;By a world of competition, rivalry&lt;br /&gt;And an innocent life gone&lt;br /&gt;A soul that once ran a river&lt;br /&gt;But now it is motionless, almost sour&lt;br /&gt;Stale, you can feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;And another becomes a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111365738526278840?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111365738526278840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111365738526278840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365738526278840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365738526278840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/she-sits-alone-her-only-friend-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-111365696131282332</id><published>2005-04-16T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T06:09:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In between your arrogance, where do you find the time to judge? How do you establish the idea that you have the right to do this? You don’t. You would squeeze the life out of something just to boost yours. Give you a kick and this... is disgusting. Your world is like a self-centred bundle wrapped entirely in wrapping paper plastered ‘me’ but at the same time you’re wanting everything around you. Multi-talented, you’re also despising those who have this and these are intentions driven by pure self-hatred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111365696131282332?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111365696131282332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111365696131282332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365696131282332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111365696131282332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-between-your-arrogance-where-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-111123490249712169</id><published>2005-03-19T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T05:00:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do people have to fight, and why do i have to get stuck in the middle of it? For no reason in particular. Why? Why fight in the first place? And why, for gods sake, get me involved? Are you really that self-centred? Do you do it to bring me down with you? I'm fucking sick of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-111123490249712169?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111123490249712169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=111123490249712169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111123490249712169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/111123490249712169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-people-have-to-fight-and-why-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110948638306475105</id><published>2005-02-27T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T22:39:43.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kimo! ;)</title><content type='html'>Kimo, Kimo, Kimo, Patience is a virtue! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an early "happy b'day" for kimo, because it is tomorrow. Oo, i could date this as tomorrow though, and make it look like i said it on the correct date. Meh, nahh.. i'll see you tomorrow anyway. But this is to let everyone know that at this time tomorrow, Kimo will finally be 15!! *dances* I hope you have a good day on our little 'field trip'.. You are going aren't you? Oh dear.. you'll be lucky if you're not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that weekends are a waste of time. Teachers think that we're going to do homework. Seriously, are they delusional? I think the number one thing i've done this weekend is sleep. I watch a dvd; I fall asleep. I read a book for english; I fall asleep. There's no stopping the sleeping bug!! Not that I mind however, because sleepings good, but I'm so behind in school work right now. I'm up to my neck in work, and I just can't be bothered doing it. Ah well, english thing is due in about 8 weeks, so perhaps i might have finished my first book and journal by then! ;) "Let us prey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there really is very little to tell due to the fact Ive done this, but i only decided to do this post because Kimo's a very impatient kid :p.. I shall see you all tomorrow i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110948638306475105?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110948638306475105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110948638306475105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110948638306475105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110948638306475105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-birthday-kimo.html' title='Happy Birthday Kimo! ;)'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110871127676220331</id><published>2005-02-17T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:21:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well, Whatta week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i grab your attention? Great, because nothing really did happen. Apart from long boring classes, that is. If i sit through another horrible geography class, i swear i'm going to kill myself. I've almost fallen asleep twice now, and i literally had to hold my eyes open. School shouldn't be like that, should it? Ahh well, and this stupid english preface? I'm over it, and i haven't even started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how a lot of us nowadays use the word 'like' for no real reason, and repetatively in sentences? Yes, believe it or not, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; unfortunately suffer from that. And it's not the fact that i want to, because it shits me, but i've been noticing it. "You know &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; when we went to the &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; bar and we &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; ya know, &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; had lots of &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; fun?"&lt;br /&gt;Thats just an example. And no, i don't believe i'm that bad, but i do say it a lot. Just listen to yourselves, and try and stop it, it's actually quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to a party on saturday night. Well mum said maybe but i'll end up going. Except, unfortunately there's a downside. The guy i kind of/used to like will be there and we're not talking at all. He hates me now, coz i apparently embarrased him in front of his mates, however they said i didn't, so i really don't know whats going on. But i'm confused, coz i don't know if i should ignore him, or just act normal.. as in, say hi, and then if he keeps talking, so be it, if not, then i can ignore him. I suppose whatever happens, happens, except i'm friends with his sister, and i might be staying at his. Awkward? I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think that pretty much sums up my riveting and most enjoyable week, and weekend to come. Hope yours was just as good.&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to your mum for me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110871127676220331?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110871127676220331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110871127676220331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110871127676220331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110871127676220331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/well-well-well-whatta-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110734025034704453</id><published>2005-02-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T02:30:50.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Thou by Thou" Meh.. i dont know the words to those songs..</title><content type='html'>Well i've been back at school for 2 days, and i have to admit, it's not as bad as what i first thought it would be. Then again, i thought i'd be nervous, but i wasn't nervous at all. I gotta admit, i reckon i'm probably the loudest 'newbie'.. would u agree? Then again, i knew people, so perhaps thats why. But i don't really feel all that new, except for when we have weird ass assemblies and the fact that i get lost going to every single class. But i'm sure that eventually i'll get used to it all, but my old school was really small so thats why it's so weird now. But i have to admit, EVERYONE is really nice, and if it keeps going this way, i know i'm gonna love being at mentone. Which sounds weird, because who loves school? And i already hate the academic side of it, but otherwise, it's great. How's it all going for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110734025034704453?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110734025034704453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110734025034704453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110734025034704453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110734025034704453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/thou-by-thou-meh-i-dont-know-words-to.html' title='&quot;Thou by Thou&quot; Meh.. i dont know the words to those songs..'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110699409411459457</id><published>2005-01-29T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T02:21:34.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello..&lt;br /&gt;So today is Saturday and school begins on Tuesday. Finally got my school uniform.. Everythings a bit big though. Well, the dress is and so is the blazer.. Arms are crazily long.. gotta take them up :( and same with the dress, but ahh well. Oh and that sexy hat, woo, i'll be picking up in that one :p I suppose it grows on you. The uniform itself i think would be okay, if the blazer wasn't red, but i suppose that's the ex principles fault for being so stupid :S..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think on Monday me, Ellie and Britt are meant to be catching up. Well, thats the plan, but britt hasnt exactly got back to us yet, so that may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, apart from that, i haven't been up to much. Slept at a mates last night, also played basketball.. and thats pretty much it. I hope your lives have been more riveting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainslee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110699409411459457?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110699409411459457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110699409411459457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110699409411459457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110699409411459457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110661736248668202</id><published>2005-01-24T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:42:42.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days to go..</title><content type='html'>Ahh can you believe it.. ONE week to go untill we start school.. God i'm scared. And more so, i don't want to go back to school, ANY school..&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the fact that i know 4 people, and have now kind of spoken to kimo and prianka makes things a LITTLE easier, but not too much. I think the hardest part for all of us, is getting back in the 'routine' of school. I know i'll find it extremely hard. Who wants to do work when we could be sleeping in untill midday? But i suppose we had to go back eventually, just the holidays have seemed to flown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britt came over to my house last Friday. Watched Bad Boys 2 (We ride together, We die together, Bad boys for life!!) And went on the net and had a fight with rhett. That was rather riveting. Not sure if i should have done it now, but at the time it felt like the right thing to do. Seemed funny at the time anyway. What a dickhead he is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a basketball tournament last week. Played 5 games and won them all, and then got into the semi's.. Won that game and went into the grand final undefeated and lost by 2 points! lol, could tell that was going to happen. But we gotta trophy, lol, so we were all happy. Most embarrasing thing happened tho.. I was in one of the stadiums, and i went to go to the toilet.. and i broke the toilet seat! :p My mates like "ains, did u fall in?" and im like "ahahhaa, no.. broke the seat" and it was all retarded, lol.. ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't got much planned for this week. More relaxing than anything else. Getting school books today (well my mum is) and then i'm pretty much ready to go back.. Not looking forward to wearing a red uniform, but i suppose there are some advantages of it. If riding a bike at night time, everyone will be able to see us! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110661736248668202?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110661736248668202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110661736248668202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110661736248668202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110661736248668202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/7-days-to-go.html' title='7 days to go..'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110622333617589851</id><published>2005-01-20T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T04:15:36.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Hello..&lt;br /&gt;What a night.. I had basketball, and the guy i like was there. But it was really awkward because it was the first time i'd seen him since he found out, so i was all cautious and it was horrible and we barely spoke. Meh, ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my friend tonight who on Saturday is going to America for an ENTIRE year. I almost started crying, but managed not to. Then she asked me to come to the airport with her in the early hours of the morning on saturday, but i have a basketball game friday night at 9:45 in kew, and she lives in frankston, so it'd be a bit late. I'm trying to think of a way to get out of the game, considering it's a tournament so i have another 6 games at least over the weekend. If you have any good ideas, please tell, because they'd be greatly appreciated. I thought 'my aunt died' was a good one but mum said no, so i just thought that i could say that my brother was in hospital with appendicitis or something. I don't care what it is, as long as i get to see my mate before she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i stated before, I have a tournament this weekend, in which i have been training all week for. I'm majorly unfit, so i'm not looking forward to it too much, but I suppose by the end of it, i SHOULD be fit. Well if i'm not, i quit. It's a new team though, so it's more of a 'getting to know your team mates' type thing, which is always fun. My team this season seems to have split up into 'groups' but im an outcast. Well, not entirely, just that i get along with everyone, and not everyone else does, so i'm a peacemaker, lol. I don't mind it. I'm pretty much best mates with two of them. We're like a 'group' but i just move around. I'm like a group slut, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. i better get off...&lt;br /&gt;Over and out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110622333617589851?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110622333617589851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110622333617589851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110622333617589851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110622333617589851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110586566767348295</id><published>2005-01-16T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:54:27.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>G'day - Thanks to Kimo for commenting. She's the only one who seems to nowadays, and that's usually after I tell her that I have a new post up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Queensland now, which is actually rather a relief because I began to get tired of the place (So would you if you go up there practically every holidays.) I'm now back into playing basketball, and I had my first training session today which was alright. Except, I'm majorly unfit so I majorly sucked and was stuffed 15 minutes in, of a 2 hour training session. Have another training session tomorrow, tuesday and wednesday. Should also have one on thursday but I have a game, so I'm taking that day off, woo, lucky me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back yesterday, and the first thing mum wanted to do was go shopping for new school shoes. Seriously, why do I need new shoes? My other ones were fine, and comfy.. Waste of money if you ask me. But she wanted to do it, so must please the mother. I believe on Thursday I'm getting my uniform and my books also.. I hate 'going back to school' shopping. It's such a waste of time, and by 2nd term i need new books again anyway because mine are usually falling apart. (Does that happen to you, because it always happens to me and i don't know why?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when people call you and then don't say anything and hang up? It really frustrates me.. It doesn't happen a lot, but the times that it does, I feel like smashing someone in the head. It happened once when i was at my mates, and my mate grabbed the phone and started yelling at the person.. then we just put down the phone untill they hung up. Thats the right thing to do (not the yelling, but just sitting down the phone untill they hang up). I learnt a lesson that day. I had usually just hung up on them, but no.. if you leave them to hang up, then they get angry, lol.. it's a good idea i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think i've rambled on and bored you for long enough.. Sorry kimo! lol, Won't others please comment on my blog soon?? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110586566767348295?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110586566767348295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110586566767348295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110586566767348295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110586566767348295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/gday-thanks-to-kimo-for-commenting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110535702221700102</id><published>2005-01-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T03:39:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey guys, how is everything going? Man i'm bored - i'm off to dreamworld tomorrow, woo! About time i got out of this house and did something enjoyable.. In saying that, i did go to the beach yesterday and also to the movies to see meet the fockers, and i went shopping today, but in all seriousness, i believe that dreamworld may top them all, however meet the fockers will be a close second. Have you seen that movie? What a laugh! Half way through i needed to go to the toilet because i was laughing so much.. But i held on because i didn't want to miss any of it. I mean, just the names.. gaylord focker and martha focker was good enough for me.. But the fact that gaylord fockers parents 'fockarised' him as a kid.. well that topped it off for me. Sure, you may be saying that, that isn't all that funny.. But my sense of humour is quite odd and i found it hilarious. However, the rest of the movie is JUST AS good! If you haven't seen it, I highly reccomend you to go and see it. But, if for some reason, you have no sense of humour, then please don't!! Because it will bore you and you won't understand any of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Notice that i used a paragraph? Don't believe ive used one as of yet.. lol! Well, due to the fact that everyone keeps telling me that school starts soon, i've become rather scared. I'm scared of starting at a new school, getting to know new people, and rather afraid that a lot of people may hate me.. But i suppose after thats all finished, school may be as some people call 'fun'.. hmm, or not. But in saying that, I think starting at a new school, meeting new people will be fun. (did i just contradict myself?) What i mean is, it will be great to start at a new school, meet new people, but also scary at the exact same time.. petrifying in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've been told about this 'autobiography' thing that we have to read. You see, I know nothing because i haven't even selected my subjects for this yr! Odd i know.. i'm unable to pick them untill the teachers all come back and that will be at the start of next week i believe, so by then i will be full aware of whats going on around me. However, believe it or not, i have an autobiography at home so i'm thinking of just re-reading that! Meh, it's about a guy who got bashed as a kid by his mum (horrible i know) and he was put into a foster home, and it's a 'journey' of his life.. Do you think that will do? I really hope so, because i'm too poor to buy another book, lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Well, I guess i should probably head off - I smell food, and hear people talking, so untill next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bon Voyage =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110535702221700102?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110535702221700102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110535702221700102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110535702221700102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110535702221700102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-guys-how-is-everything-going-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110498398191571279</id><published>2005-01-06T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T19:59:41.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo? lol, can't think of one yet again! sorry guyz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey everyone, how're you all? I reckon that last post i posted, was the most comments i had, and i feel quite privelleged! Its amazing what happens when you dont check it for about a week. Why are people reminding me of returning to school? To be honest, thats the last thing thats on my mind and i'd rather not think about it, lol. Well, i'm still in QLD and i guess you'd all be wondering what the hell am i doing on the net, but it's actually a really crappy day! Not cold, but overcast and steamy, and not very nice at all. Except, i don't think i would be out in the sun today anyway (if there was any) because i'm sunburnt! Well, im sunburnt on my face and feet (what the hell? who gets sunburnt on their feet) and im also peeling on my back from the other day when i got burnt. So im just stuck inside doing absolutely nothing, and praying for something to come up to allow me to go shopping or to the movies or something along those lines anyway, but i doubt that will happen. I'm also watching NBA basketball on ESPN, but i'm rather angry because my favourite team is playing on ESPN in melbourne, but they couldnt show it in queensland. Whats with that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anywho, i think ive complained and rabbited on for awhile so there's really not much to say. Sorry to bother you all.. Have a good remainder of the holidays and i may see you soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Over and out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ains - xox -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110498398191571279?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110498398191571279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110498398191571279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110498398191571279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110498398191571279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/yo-lol-cant-think-of-one-yet-again.html' title='Yo? lol, can&apos;t think of one yet again! sorry guyz!'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110456034511405652</id><published>2005-01-01T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T22:19:05.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G'day G'day, I'll start off by saying Happy New Year!! Wow, 2005.. Hope this year will turn out better than last years, or the year before, or even the year before that. I don't know why it is, but when i look back on the previous year, i can barely remember any 'high' points, therefore i decide the year was crap. Did any of you make new years resolutions? A girl i met in surfers, she was going to 'quit smoking' however, i think she has no chance at all, considering the hour i knew her, she had about 10 cigarettes. I didn't exactly think of one, but that may have been due to the fact i was completely off my face by 9:00. I've decided that maybe i should think of one now (Better late than never i always say) But i'm not having any luck! Its hard thinking of something to improve on when you're so perfect. (im kidding guys, completely and utterly joking) Perhaps i should stop biting my nails, Maybe i should be a little more optimistic, or perhaps i should merely decide to put my head down and work this year at school, considering it's a new school and at my previous school i did jack all. Hm, it's such a hard pick, considering i know i wont keep it.. ahh well, what are your new years resolutions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I spent new years eve in queensland on the streets, practically, with my step brother and all of his mates. It wasn't too bad considering I was the only girl, but i probably would have preferred it in melbourne with my mates. I will admit that i drunk just a tad too much, and today i've been having the shit bagged out of me, because on the way home, in the car wit my dad and step mum, all my words were mumbo jumbo and no one could understand me. It wasn't my fault though. Me and alcohol don't mix, which is why i barely drink because it doesn't exactly take me too much to get drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, i'm rather tired, and sunburnt, so i'm going to go and lay down..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have great holidays! Keep Safe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P.S. I sent a message to my mum saying "merry christmas" last night and now she's a little angry at me! oops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110456034511405652?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110456034511405652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110456034511405652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110456034511405652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110456034511405652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110430312512544639</id><published>2004-12-29T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:52:05.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run out of what i call "good titles"</title><content type='html'>hello everyone, how've you all been? Long time no see..&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to qld tomorrow, woot woot! I'm so glad.. sun and beach for 2 whole weeks.. Get away from melbourne's cold weather, however, knowing the weather, i'll leave and it'll get really warm. Whilst i'm up there, my dad said he'd buy me an ipod for christmas (By the way, he lives up there.) So that should be great!  And i used to live up there, so i'm just catching up with mates and so forth, and hopefully going to get a tan! Thats the plan anyway!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great christmas and have an awesome new year. I'm yet to figure out what I'm going to do, but i'm sure i'll think of something.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it seems a bit selfish talking about myself like this, because in reality, only 3 people EVER read this, or have so far.. and only one of them actually know me well, so for the other 2 (kimo and prianka)  So i'm terribly sorry that i bore you, but you won't have to put up with me for 2 whole weeks, so that should be good for you... unless i get bored when in qld (which is highly likely) and then i'll come on the net and update!&lt;br /&gt;Over and out..&lt;br /&gt;Ains! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110430312512544639?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110430312512544639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110430312512544639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110430312512544639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110430312512544639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2004/12/run-out-of-what-i-call-good-titles.html' title='Run out of what i call &quot;good titles&quot;'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110247585424135593</id><published>2004-12-08T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:17:34.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, it's time for me to contradict my last post by firstly saying, I didn't have my interview today - It got cancelled untill next tuesday at 2pm! Friggen Hell! For once i was actually ready and then they go on and change the dates on me! Just my luck! Oh well, i'm over it now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, unfortunately i have nothing to say so i decided to put in a poem i wrote, lol, yeh sorry guys, it will really bore you, but in reality, probably no one will read this, so it doesn't matter too much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOUR DISSAPOINTMENT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It leaves your mouth like drop leaves the sky&lt;br /&gt;You may think every remark just passes me by&lt;br /&gt;I take it to heart while you just walk on&lt;br /&gt;I try my best but im always wrong&lt;br /&gt;Never right and not the best&lt;br /&gt;when will u ever just accept?&lt;br /&gt;Accept the fact that im not you&lt;br /&gt;You have your morals and i do too&lt;br /&gt;I am my own person, as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;I strive to my potential yet still u fret&lt;br /&gt;You fail to notice i try so hard&lt;br /&gt;Acting care free is my only guard&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all I’m so confused&lt;br /&gt;Yet you just appear somewhat amused&lt;br /&gt;If you think you will break me then reconsider&lt;br /&gt;After you’re done it’s going to make me bigger&lt;br /&gt;Bigger and better than your careless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;It angers and furies me and i feel remorse&lt;br /&gt;Remorse on my behalf which is in fact all you’re doing&lt;br /&gt;You won’t settle at misery you just keep pursuing&lt;br /&gt;Browsing in my emotions that are not meant for show&lt;br /&gt;You keep on pushing, you make me feel low&lt;br /&gt;When in fact i am higher, higher than you&lt;br /&gt;You'll get yours back, credit is due&lt;br /&gt;After all this, do you feel superior?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re satisfied, i only see inferior&lt;br /&gt;Inferior from you which you burden on others&lt;br /&gt;Just like babies crying for their mothers&lt;br /&gt;You don’t understand how you consume my day&lt;br /&gt;I’m more important yet i feel I’m wasting away&lt;br /&gt;This is because of your self esteem&lt;br /&gt;Im no longer your fix up, your just plain mean&lt;br /&gt;If you get yours this way...&lt;br /&gt;Then what does this say?&lt;br /&gt;No longer are your remarks branded deep in my skin&lt;br /&gt;You are so shallow, your exterior so thin&lt;br /&gt;I have my morals and im taking a stance&lt;br /&gt;If i have to fight back, Im taking that chance&lt;br /&gt;You won’t confuse my thinking, my thought of self&lt;br /&gt;I should be confident, I’ve established myself&lt;br /&gt;As for you, you've become the disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Your obsessive comments became just enjoyment&lt;br /&gt;You thought you were clever to put me down&lt;br /&gt;After all this i hear no negative sound&lt;br /&gt;I beat the odds and came out on top&lt;br /&gt;Im not a disappointment, I’ve done more than my job&lt;br /&gt;I should be proud, I’ve done well and at least i have depth&lt;br /&gt;Im better than anyone striving to be just like the rest&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t born to be typical, yet somewhat unique&lt;br /&gt;If this makes me a disappointment then you fail to see&lt;br /&gt;To see my emotions and what i call me&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes im not perfect but im better than i thought&lt;br /&gt;If you’re asking me to be typical then you’re caught&lt;br /&gt;Because im not what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I became YOUR disappointment as i can now see&lt;br /&gt;This is who i am not who you've made me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t feel irate yet maybe some form of regret&lt;br /&gt;This being me, who you have now met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well thats all for now! My longest post yet! WOO! and it's all thanks to the poem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peace out rabbit =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110247585424135593?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110247585424135593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110247585424135593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110247585424135593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110247585424135593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2004/12/word.html' title='Word!?'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110241450758816570</id><published>2004-12-07T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T02:15:07.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you talkin' bout fool?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G'day people - wow, will anyone actually read this or shall i just type for awhile to myself? Maybe that's the plan - hmm.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I got my interview with Mentone girls tomorrow. I've already had my little walk around the school, so it's more of a nice 'principal' chat! I'll switch on my nice, polite manners! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh once again, i have no real reason to be typing but i'm so bored that it's better than talking to people on msn, because for one, no ones actually talking! I have so many convo's open, but no ones actually talking! Oh well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In other news, Rhett believes i go on dates with Brit! lol, haha! such a pissa! So maybe i should just somehow rock up at one of their 'dates' and sit with them! Oh, wouldn't i get shot for that? lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, im so boring and there's nothing to talk about, but i will start posting occasionly again and if something exciting happens you guys (or as the case may be, myself) will be the first to know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over and out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110241450758816570?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110241450758816570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110241450758816570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110241450758816570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110241450758816570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-you-talkin-bout-fool.html' title='What you talkin&apos; bout fool?'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-110022933454273530</id><published>2004-11-11T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:15:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if me dont make ya larf ya aint got no humur fool</title><content type='html'>Ahh so many things I feel I need to talk about... Will someone reply to this one? I should fucking hope so. Alright, firstly.. kimo? I AM NOT WEIRD! Sorry but i hated the way you called me weird in brit's post.. grr! Ahh well, i suppose i am kind of.. but ha, i hate it coming from a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brit: Yeah i do see a shrink! LoL, cos i'm completely and utterly nuts, but that's alright... It's better to be compltetely and utterly nuts AND happy than to be sane and unhappy.. Well that's what I believe anyway. So how's rhett? LoL, ahh it's so funny! And yes, joel's fine thank you very much! LoL, oh and the animals? going great! 'tis fun fun fun! lol! We need to catch up.. Someday, Somehow, we will be together brit! =) LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-110022933454273530?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110022933454273530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=110022933454273530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110022933454273530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/110022933454273530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-me-dont-make-ya-larf-ya-aint-got-no.html' title='if me dont make ya larf ya aint got no humur fool'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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-8921945.post-109902074170343384</id><published>2004-10-29T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:32:21.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a fart in an elevator these are the days of my life ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Everyone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well actually more than likely no one will ever check this out, so it will be me talking to myself way too much, but i suppose i can talk about my problems to no one and get them solved by no one also! Sound's like a plan! Anywho... I'm really bored!! I have to go and speak to my shrink in like two hours.. Not looking forward to that at all, but i suppose i'll get over it.. And he can solve the problems in which, you guys won't, due to the fact no one will read this... Well, i'm off! ciao! xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921945-109902074170343384?l=im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109902074170343384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921945&amp;postID=109902074170343384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/109902074170343384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921945/posts/default/109902074170343384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://im-lost-find-me.blogspot.com/2004/10/like-fart-in-elevator-these-are-days.html' title='Like a fart in an elevator these are the days of my life ...'/><author><name>Ains</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08110956639830634770</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></feed>
