tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8903201582130179002011-11-28T08:52:01.377+08:00.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-31994220389687186542010-08-01T21:48:00.000+08:002010-08-01T21:49:57.480+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFV7enr0ziI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MIPdnd-fYNU/s1600/Picture0047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFV7enr0ziI/AAAAAAAAAnI/MIPdnd-fYNU/s400/Picture0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500438285882019362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFV7eKc_dKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/oCBLgVZ519I/s1600/Picture0048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFV7eKc_dKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/oCBLgVZ519I/s400/Picture0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500438278035174562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-3199422038968718654?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-42088511340504943312010-08-01T19:43:00.000+08:002010-08-01T19:44:17.478+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFVeDVu-kSI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b3XnZQi4PB8/s1600/Picture0043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFVeDVu-kSI/AAAAAAAAAm4/b3XnZQi4PB8/s400/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500405931369730338" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-4208851134050494331?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-51993259084119974472010-08-01T14:04:00.002+08:002010-08-01T14:11:53.918+08:00It's surprising how relevant my dreams are to my life sometimes; mostly when something big has happened or I've been worrying hard about something.<div><div><br />On Friday night I dreamed that I was due in court for some reason or another.<br />I was meant to be there in 10 minutes, but by the time I had found, lost, then found my shoes again, filled up around twenty water bottles and re-did my hair a hundred times I was forty minutes late. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>I know my dream was like that because I was worried about my meeting with the deputy principle, and because, I'm not even kidding here, on Friday I had a really fucking bad hair day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had a nightmare about choc-chip cookies. I'm 100% serious. My Mum bought a massive box of coles cookies which are THE MOST DELICIOUS THINGS EVER CREATED, and I was freaking out because it was hard not to eat them, but I knew that if I did I would regret it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Still trying to figure out if my dream about being dragged from a car has any relevance to my life.... I think not :S</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-5199325908411997447?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-2105162759559219492010-08-01T13:39:00.004+08:002010-08-01T13:41:04.142+08:00<div style="text-align: center; ">my friend drew this whilst tripping balls.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">he met god, and satan.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFUIvGJJz3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/0ehLOPp4Mlw/s1600/scan0001+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFUIvGJJz3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/0ehLOPp4Mlw/s400/scan0001+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500312125098807154" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-210516275955921949?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-53899473843733690852010-08-01T13:18:00.003+08:002010-08-01T13:26:14.938+08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: center; ">so I deleted everything off my blog a day or so ago, out of panic.</div></span><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size:100%;">I wish I hadn't. Let's start over.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><u>HI, I'M STEPH.</u></div><div style="text-align: center; "><u><br /></u></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFUFaTQu85I/AAAAAAAAAmo/tZHu7LfwHCI/s1600/kaleidoscope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qWKLFDcieuU/TFUFaTQu85I/AAAAAAAAAmo/tZHu7LfwHCI/s400/kaleidoscope.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500308469308126098" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><br /></u></div><u></u><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-5389947384373369085?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-890320158213017900.post-34252242113593393722010-07-30T17:00:00.000+08:002010-07-30T17:01:02.985+08:00crisis<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/890320158213017900-3425224211359339372?l=internal---bleeding.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01177828764731922387noreply@blogger.com0