<?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-5462084</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:39:10.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;=DiArY=&gt;</title><subtitle type='html'>[=im sittin here tinkin of e past n e present..
im hopin wad we haf will last...
u sae we r frenz now...
bud its hard 2 b ur fren cuz i dunno how..
im so used to being more 2 u...
its stil hard 4 mi 2 c we r through...
u're probably tinkin i nid 2 move on...
bud dat's hard to do wen mi feelins r stil strong...
i noe im not wad u wan in ur life rite now...
n sumtimes i juz sit n ask myself 'how'?..
How tings cld haf changed over nite...
i guess tings do change even if dey aren't rite..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</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>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6528702269535602206</id><published>2007-12-11T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:34:19.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need answers</title><summary type='text'>I recall the times while we were studying during the exam period in our own homes and you would call me at intervals to ask how much I've progressed or basically because we were thinking of each other. This doesn't happen anymore. Is it me, thinking too much againnnn oris it you, who just doesn't seem to be There, be it in physically or mentally.Why do i feel this way?Give me an answer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6528702269535602206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6528702269535602206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6528702269535602206' title='I need answers'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-8347705357652251810</id><published>2007-11-21T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T03:09:21.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry. I know we love each other, but you love me as friend. You might just be taking me for granted, you might actually only take me as a good friend. Maybe, just maybe, you don't actually want me as a lover. I'm confused, I really am. You are not assuring me enough, and maybe that's cause you don't love me in that way anymore. You don't say 'I love you' to me anymore. You don't yearn to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8347705357652251810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8347705357652251810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8347705357652251810' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QA3rccmNpo/R0R6HEt09DI/AAAAAAAAACE/GNP_Zz_iaOQ/s72-c/Sweets-(17).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-4970869345520267562</id><published>2007-10-28T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T09:55:49.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When she walks away from you mad[ follow her ]When she stares at your mouth[ smile, then kiss her ]When she pushes you or hits you[ hug her tight ]When she starts cursing at you[ say i love you ]When she's quiet[ hold her hand and ask what's wrong ]When she ignores you[ act cute so she'll notice you ]When she pulls away[ Pull her back ]When you see her at her worst[ tell her you love her and she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4970869345520267562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4970869345520267562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#4970869345520267562' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6269091577528857193</id><published>2007-10-25T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:42:31.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well well...I finally managed to get my bloggg back. Haven updated this thing for months eh. OKay, news for you. I have been with the best thing in the world for this whole 2007. Well, it's not exactly the end of the year yet, but almost ok. I still love him and is still as obsessed. Haha. Point at me and laugh for all I care. I so wanna do that to myself as well. I'm quite a silly and foolish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6269091577528857193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6269091577528857193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#6269091577528857193' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-1432845091480722954</id><published>2007-03-22T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T11:19:10.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes scream. I should just shut up.Anyway, found a job with siling and felicia. telemarketeer. its really okay, but ahem somebody whines all the time after work...This job is kinda depriving me of my life. I hafta to work on saturdays too! how annoying is that. well, but i guess thats kinda the only disadvantage. other than that, should be fine... hmm.I think I miss just cuddling.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1432845091480722954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1432845091480722954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1432845091480722954' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2433350630963366429</id><published>2007-03-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:27:53.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't question.</title><summary type='text'>I don't know what is wrong. (with me, I suppose)Was I being the asshole or were you being the asshole?My imaginations are haunting me.I feel so psychotic because I just want to scratch till I bleed.Seriously I can't find a reason.Don't question. I don't have any answers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2433350630963366429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2433350630963366429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2433350630963366429' title='Don&apos;t question.'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-8773266988440879272</id><published>2007-03-17T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:19:17.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This might just be a test.Nothing's exactly going right.I hope it'll be a short phase.Just grateful for friends and him, perhaps.A second ago I paused and thought,but brushed it off.It wouldnt be what it could be,I hope.No, it is a but, a test.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8773266988440879272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8773266988440879272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#8773266988440879272' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-7428633733032381333</id><published>2007-03-16T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T11:36:01.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The usual nightmares cries.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7428633733032381333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7428633733032381333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7428633733032381333' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5532064572778288360</id><published>2007-03-13T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T14:04:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I..dyed my mum's blouse for herbaked a cakedid lots of washingmet love a whilewatched harry potter and the chamber of secretsand now its 5am.Aiya I'm tired. Make me sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5532064572778288360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5532064572778288360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#5532064572778288360' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6699322871987765824</id><published>2007-03-12T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:50:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally met Love today (= after like 3 days of not seeing him. Went to tampines first to find his game thing. Then headed to Plaza Sing to meet his friends. They wanted to play LAN at some building near PS so yeah, all of us played Counter Strike together. Didnt really know how to play but it's kinda as easy as child's play. Haa. I think boys kinda make a lot noises during activities like this. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6699322871987765824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6699322871987765824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6699322871987765824' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-1687794757784822231</id><published>2007-03-09T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:50:52.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope it was pure imagination.So vague, I cant exactly recall.Psychological malfunctions are not to be taken lightly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1687794757784822231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1687794757784822231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#1687794757784822231' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2250501363602048872</id><published>2007-03-04T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T10:55:42.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm...haven blogged for a long time. Exams are over so yay. I hope I do not have to take too many sup papers.Hmm, lets talk about today.Went to Safra at Tiong Bahru to play bowling. I admit I'm lousy at that game. Ken's kinda good. He said if I can't score more than 45 points I'll have to pay for the games. haha. Stupid boy. Lucky I won.(= The bet I mean. He still wins me.After that went to Bugis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2250501363602048872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2250501363602048872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2250501363602048872' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2859151120727014597</id><published>2007-02-12T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T04:05:46.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>going to school has become a chore</title><summary type='text'>I've finally started the routine of taking a bus to school. Cabbing for the past 2 months (or more) everyday (yes everyday!!!) is partly to blame for my brokeness currently, depriving me of online shopping and retail shopping and good food.Let me strike 4D.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2859151120727014597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2859151120727014597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2859151120727014597' title='going to school has become a chore'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5963847269737641547</id><published>2007-02-07T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:11:27.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the main reasons why in recent years the Singapore Government has always ensured that their Miss Universe representative were of tertiary level education or higher was because of the following incident which occurred not too many years ago. It is the final round of the Miss Universe Pageant and the 3 finalists, Miss USA, Miss Malaysia and Miss Singapore are being asked 3 simple questions:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5963847269737641547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5963847269737641547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5963847269737641547' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2468969033681927191</id><published>2007-02-06T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:13:15.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wasted a night away. Basically im suffering from a sore throat and a bad flu. Being ill is annoying. I cant eat the food I want to eat or I'll end up feeling worse after that. Anyway, I was glad I tried to study biz stats just now when the night was young at 9pm. I thought I could get some studying done but no, I really couldnt study. I couldnt even get past one page of that damn biz stats</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2468969033681927191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2468969033681927191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2468969033681927191' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-7790982160618979176</id><published>2007-01-31T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:33:24.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><summary type='text'>I like today.love is sweet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7790982160618979176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7790982160618979176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#7790982160618979176' title='(:'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6308446782958342955</id><published>2007-01-30T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:29:24.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl</title><summary type='text'>hai. you wun understand.and thats because im a girl.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6308446782958342955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6308446782958342955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6308446782958342955' title='a girl'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5073576287307753569</id><published>2007-01-26T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T06:34:38.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings</title><summary type='text'>A while ago, I was looking at a chain mail. You know those that says make a wish in 10secs and then forward the mail to 10 people, if not your wish will become the opposite. I'm never the type to believe in such dumb, lame chain mails. But this one however, I dunno why...I went along. And it's actually because of that wish I made. It's a very simple wish. And it's kinda ridiculous because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5073576287307753569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5073576287307753569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#5073576287307753569' title='mood swings'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-4958129382197266317</id><published>2007-01-25T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:09:15.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My accounts isnt done yet and I had told myself that I would DO it. But here am I watching random youtube vids and researching on aliens and tofu.I just watched plenty alien related videos, and kinda realised (not that I didnt know) that there are so many false alien-wannabes. Fakers! Posers!! Pretenders.Hmm.. but wait...maybe its alright..since there are also human-wannabe aliens right?We're on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4958129382197266317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4958129382197266317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4958129382197266317' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6729330141253275654</id><published>2007-01-23T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T09:51:02.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#*@% (^* $@$@</title><summary type='text'>@%% (*^ &amp;$#$@*%^*&amp; #&amp;#@%&amp;. %#@*# *@* @%^^#.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6729330141253275654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6729330141253275654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6729330141253275654' title='#*@% (^* $@$@'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-4488547093748839256</id><published>2007-01-21T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T10:21:25.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtfiswrongwithme</title><summary type='text'>Suck tits luh. I hate myself.I am super losing it.I am dumb to even think of such redundant stuffs.My bonkers instinct,Too much of it to handle.Stop it Fel stop it before you lose more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4488547093748839256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/4488547093748839256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#4488547093748839256' title='wtfiswrongwithme'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2140609534123951757</id><published>2007-01-20T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:25:06.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very redundant description about today</title><summary type='text'>Today, had a pom meeting in the morning at school. We rehearsed our speeches and roleplay..most went quite well. Just that, the duration for our speeches were a problem. So, have to like work on that again. Bloody fuck. My SWOT part sucks luh. And it's not like I don't want to cut down on it! I cant neglect the other pointssss!! And please please don't suggest that again... ugh.Anyway, went town </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2140609534123951757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2140609534123951757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2140609534123951757' title='a very redundant description about today'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2151533071391186255</id><published>2007-01-17T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:05:52.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I learnt something new today.And it's very chim.I would just say, if only I could possibly create something 5th dimensional. That would mean travelling in time. And it might be possible since time is relative. I would create a machine that travels in the speed of light. A Time Machine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2151533071391186255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2151533071391186255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2151533071391186255' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2443691711237718626</id><published>2007-01-16T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T11:54:52.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not again</title><summary type='text'>I'm losing myself again. Or at least, I think I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2443691711237718626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2443691711237718626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2443691711237718626' title='not again'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-2181933012596977723</id><published>2007-01-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:04:17.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A lot of things to do today.I have not watched night at the museum and I really want to catch it.I shall skip pom for golden globes tomorrow.and fuck, I've not started my macro project..Procrastination. I'm used to it.REBECCALOKEHUIYINGwhereareyouIWANTlwordseason3!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2181933012596977723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/2181933012596977723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#2181933012596977723' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-3056905133848038563</id><published>2007-01-12T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:28:06.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named"</title><summary type='text'>You know what? I didn't want to stoop to your level, but I think I cant tolerate your nonsense anymore. LIKE SERIOUSLY. Get a fucking life will you?! Stop being such a petty sissy luh. That gloomy expression of yours could kill any gay pixie already. Yes, I know seemingly, it was my fault that landed us in this present situation. But! Come on dude, be a MAN. It's not like I inflicted long-term </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/3056905133848038563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/3056905133848038563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#3056905133848038563' title='&quot;He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named&quot;'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-1082417237738634928</id><published>2007-01-10T09:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T09:42:18.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop it will I</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to feel very irritated with myself. Very. Like a bee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1082417237738634928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/1082417237738634928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#1082417237738634928' title='Stop it will I'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-95596021421085419</id><published>2007-01-10T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T08:01:38.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha had fun with these</title><summary type='text'>how smart are you flat out geniusOk, theres not much I can say here accept congratulations! There is noone smarter than you. Well, except the few others who made it here. I mean Im just gonna leave it at that. Im sure your much too above what I could say.Take this testHahaha! All of you heard that?!!What is your flirting/relationship style? Optimistic You don't need a guy to complete you. Ever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/95596021421085419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/95596021421085419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#95596021421085419' title='haha had fun with these'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-8134030840045615989</id><published>2007-01-04T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:02:32.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>$10 000</title><summary type='text'>I want to call macs delivery as often as possible so I could win that $10 000.If only I was that lucky.Imagine..if I won $10 000! I would give a thousand each to the family and I keep 5000!If only, if only.Maybe depending on 4D might be better. I could like worship some lady spirit and ask her to bless me with four numbers. wow wow. I'll be a millionaire teen! All to myself the money. Hahaha No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8134030840045615989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8134030840045615989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#8134030840045615989' title='$10 000'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6081818793422670111</id><published>2007-01-01T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T11:45:39.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure to 2006.</title><summary type='text'>2006 has been a rather eventful year for me. I would think it was a slow year..and thats cause quite a lot of things happened eh.Firsly, the year kinda started with Millenia Institute. It was a very slack period. School was not even like school, most new friends made there aren't even real friends anymore. I personally found that place so superficial and I guess it's mainly because of the people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6081818793422670111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6081818793422670111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#6081818793422670111' title='closure to 2006.'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-8105491556225175211</id><published>2006-12-26T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:43:38.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm madly in love with this guy.I thought you knew that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8105491556225175211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8105491556225175211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8105491556225175211' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5916515231247502484</id><published>2006-12-17T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:36:16.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mountains and snow</title><summary type='text'>hmm, it's good we're fine.(= I'm glad. Sorry for the harsh words. Really.Anyway, time to bid my goodbyes for I'll be away on the mountains for 8 long days. Hmm..actually, it's not exactly very long luh. I'm glad it's not the usual 2 weeks we normally spend there in China. Well, I'll try to get stuffs for some lovely people. But, like what do they really sell over there eh? So, I'll probably like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5916515231247502484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5916515231247502484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5916515231247502484' title='mountains and snow'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6425279996626772549</id><published>2006-12-16T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T11:29:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So you've finally reacted to that entry below. No doubt it sounded mean. I'm sorry I cant say sorry though, because I really felt that way initially and wrote it out of a spur of fustration. Since I've recently let it go with the decision not to bother about it anymore because I've decided to leave it strictly as your business and bothering about it would only cause more ranting mean entries, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6425279996626772549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6425279996626772549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#6425279996626772549' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-8643672048607857993</id><published>2006-12-12T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:40:38.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I did it again</title><summary type='text'>So disgusting. Very disgusting. Too disgusting. I'm referring to quite good looking people by the way, who has committed something pretty bad along the lines of betrayal, lust and arrogance. Very turned-off, am I. You just want the best, and you think you've got it. But, I think you've lost it instead. It was something you took for granted or probably couldnt care less about. I'm not being petty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8643672048607857993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/8643672048607857993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#8643672048607857993' title='Oops I did it again'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-7917073016763830950</id><published>2006-12-08T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:38:47.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no shame</title><summary type='text'>It's so hard to know who are friends. Sometimes, things doesn't go your way because of karma. Not because you made it that way. It's KARMA! I'll try to go on without some things that I used to have. I hate to lose things..especially people. You may say, thats one of my greatest fear. I think I'm just being a little pessimistic (again), but what the fuck, I'm just too sensitive luh ok. I'm talking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7917073016763830950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7917073016763830950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#7917073016763830950' title='no shame'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5471943951756649013</id><published>2006-12-07T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:19:09.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a question mark</title><summary type='text'>If theres nothing missing in my life, then why do these tears come at night?What's happening to me?I'm not in any way hungry. I just want to stuff myself with food. This feels like depression. Yet, no, because what the hell should I be depressed about? Am I making sense? I don't think so. Am I okay? Doesn't seem so. arh! just IGNORE this.Dear friends and loved ones, do you think I'm weird?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5471943951756649013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5471943951756649013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#5471943951756649013' title='I am a question mark'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-7785426891751580460</id><published>2006-11-30T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:13:48.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random entry alert</title><summary type='text'>The course manager called to say he was sorry he couldnt get me into business. aiyahh whatever luh. LOM, so be it. I hope it works out for me thats all.Anyway, I think I kinda screwed up the business stats test today i think. I could see it in his eyes that he wasnt pleased at all when he looked at my paper. OH WELL. there goes again. I realised I sound kinda pessimistic in my entries but I cant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7785426891751580460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/7785426891751580460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#7785426891751580460' title='Random entry alert'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6216138245424716933</id><published>2006-11-27T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T07:41:16.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the first time in many months I'm actually glued to my desk racking my brains..I'm full, but I want to eat and eat and eat. I ate non-stop today. Oh no.I'm all perked for some serious work now.I cant wait for saturday! hello horny assembly 5-1 lesbos.((=&amp;I'm missin' you. A lot.Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6216138245424716933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6216138245424716933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#6216138245424716933' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-5214253913846282982</id><published>2006-11-26T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:17:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELP!! The itch is killing me and worse still, it's leaving red spots all over! HELPPP again!!I must stop scratching I must stop scratching I NEED to stop scratching!!I'm starving.I think I'll order pizza!=D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5214253913846282982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/5214253913846282982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#5214253913846282982' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-629677976731913912</id><published>2006-11-25T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:57:32.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick of myself</title><summary type='text'>dear hair, why won't you grow faster? so I wouldn't have fantasies of snipping a lot of you off to have hair like Alice's. not forgetting going blonde.(: haha. but the shade of blonde I want probably needs bleaching which I'm very against. Bleaching kills the hair! I think I just want a change.=\There's this song I like since secondary two like that, but I've concluded it's jinx because something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/629677976731913912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/629677976731913912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#629677976731913912' title='I&apos;m sick of myself'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-6630115814906857060</id><published>2006-11-24T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:41:08.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I studied in a freezer today. The air conditioners in school are working too well.Accounts is freaking me out because I don't know no shit man. I hope I will study enough to pass.Met love after that one hour of macro tut. went to paya lebar there to change his spoilt modem where we walked quite a distance to search for a building which was actually just right beside the bus stop. After which we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6630115814906857060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/6630115814906857060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#6630115814906857060' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116421371117903399</id><published>2006-11-22T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:43:56.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so I got into my second choice, LOM. But, you know..it's like my 2ND choice. Isn't 1st choice always the best? Cause thats what you've intended to want? But instead got played out and the 2nd choice became your destiny. To make my situation a little more difficult to handle, theres such a thing as 'appeal'. So, you actually get to choose to fight for your 1st choice, but, the problem has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116421371117903399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116421371117903399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116421371117903399' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116413598426533935</id><published>2006-11-21T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:06:25.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brother's back from aussie!! and he bought so much chocolates!!CHEERS!He also bought a pretty roxy wallet for me! and other nice stuffs too! For the first time, I should give a nod at your relatively good taste I never thought you had. haha I LOVE YOU BROTHER.I don't like school on Tuesdays cause theres 3 lessons in a day. Is it in the genes that I can't do economics for nuts because I never seem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116413598426533935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116413598426533935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116413598426533935' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116404585168956605</id><published>2006-11-20T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:18:43.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, my sick boy.</title><summary type='text'>If I could have everything in the world, that'd be great.You gain and lose things, as they say. I don't like that line very much. I think read too much into things, such that it only leaves unnecessary worry and disppointment. Or, do I ought to be grateful for being able to do that?That was so unnecessary.Anyway, hugs and kisses to my bestest friends for that really good surprise today! Haha, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116404585168956605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116404585168956605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116404585168956605' title='Get well soon, my sick boy.'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116395992074179465</id><published>2006-11-19T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T10:43:55.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so, my birthday passed, just like any other normal day, except that it's lovelier with the sweet sweet well wishes and of course, you made it the best.(= Thanks for everything, love.Had a great birthday session with the classmates on Friday! Thank you all sweet little cupcakes for the cake the dinner and the present!&lt;3Mummy said I could choose where to eat for lunch today, and apparently we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116395992074179465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116395992074179465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116395992074179465' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116361308649404966</id><published>2006-11-15T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:26.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 1am and I'm hungry and I'm pms-ing. Fuck the emotions. I have yet to start on stats but even flipping the pages seems like a chore. Ugh, shut up damn tummy. It's too late for food okay! My mind feels very blank now. I'm not sure if knowing those horrible facts is beneficial for me, but somehow, it's still good to know whats going on behind your back, especially when it involves people who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116361308649404966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116361308649404966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116361308649404966' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116335433824134636</id><published>2006-11-12T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:03:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When the Green Eyed Monster appears you can guarantee misery will be close behind. You'll find it will eat you up, give you a good chew and then spit you out - leaving you feeling even more sorry for yourself than you did before. Unfortunately, it often creeps up without you knowing...When marina square with papa and mama, ate at genki sushi (: ,spent a crap load of time at the singtel christmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116335433824134636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116335433824134636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116335433824134636' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116308525549409981</id><published>2006-11-09T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T07:14:15.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lisa Goh messaged me this morning, "Today is your birthday right?!" "NO lisa! think hard again!" "19?" "Yes." "This month?" "Duh." =(  i hate her.I'm kind of supposed to do accounts now and kind of reminded myself not to get distracted, but I kind of cannot help it. oh well.. when will I change really? I'm close to hopelessness already. Maybe I need counselling or some sort. (counselling kinda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116308525549409981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116308525549409981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116308525549409981' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116291809882991405</id><published>2006-11-07T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:51:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I told eelin to tell her ex-boyfriend this "you suck as a boyfriend. and you are a fucker for calling me a bitch. get yourself killed" she salutes me for that line (:anyway, celebrated Lisa's birthday today. Had steamboat, cake and I like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. It's funny really. It's nice to see most of everyone again.(=It's annoying how some people can get. I mean, tolerance has its limit. You've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116291809882991405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116291809882991405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116291809882991405' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116283294243503132</id><published>2006-11-06T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:09:02.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't call me lazy. I just typed a hell lot of things in an entry but decided it shouldn't be posted.I'll talk about normal stuff like school here.Lets see..school is almost fine.Thats all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116283294243503132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116283294243503132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116283294243503132' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116266699648831256</id><published>2006-11-04T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T09:02:28.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your virginity at this is kind of adorable.But, your ego is undeniably huge.Handling you is tougher than I thought.Anyway, I really need a shopping SPREE. As in, I've been buying stuff so randomly in a period of time, it's not exactly as enjoyable. Sprees are happier and exciting. :DSecond pay, come soon. I need to go back to those stores I only dared to look at.Went out with a favourite friend. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116266699648831256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116266699648831256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116266699648831256' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116257615703933556</id><published>2006-11-03T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:49:17.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just left with question marks all over my head.What the hell?Girls are silly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116257615703933556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116257615703933556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116257615703933556' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116170601522523837</id><published>2006-10-24T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T09:12:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What are scary society people- those who hate and bitch (to an audience, esp). I think I cannot take her yakkings and immaturity anymore. She thinks I didn't hear what she said? Come on, your voice resembles the wail of an elephant but I pretended I was deaf and I swear I would have won an oscar for it. Be glad I didn't fling that mop on your sagging face just now. Fucker. I seriously felt like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116170601522523837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116170601522523837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116170601522523837' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116163309498313417</id><published>2006-10-23T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T08:18:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School sucked today. I think I'm gonna detest learning business stats pretty much.Anyway, I took a cab down to work after school. I cant say it was a bad experience, but I felt like shit. Okay, something along those lines. Anyway I think it was mostly just Me. You see, taxis charge 10 cents for every 25secs of waiting or less, and the traffic jam was really horrible. I was just sitting there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116163309498313417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116163309498313417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116163309498313417' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116153677050908709</id><published>2006-10-22T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T10:06:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear you know!! eastside cartel sucks! How can they let me work till 1 fucking am on monday then start work at 9am the next day!! WHAT?! 6 hours of pathetic sleep? and then slog the next day? Alright, I know! They want me killed! Confirm! This is not the first time they did this to me. GRRR!Anyway! I'm quiting after this week! I better do. I will not change my mind I will not change my mind I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116153677050908709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116153677050908709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116153677050908709' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116145410585490204</id><published>2006-10-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:08:25.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I just got the usual lecture from my Dad. He didnt have to do that!Why doesnt he understand I already know what he intends to say.Why cant he just look at me and let telepathy do the job.I didnt want to argue back on whatever nonsense he assumed or exaggerated.Because he'll just get angrier, and at the end of the whole thing he would add another fault in me,that is, I've become a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116145410585490204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116145410585490204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116145410585490204' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116136872752603898</id><published>2006-10-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:32:07.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ing</title><summary type='text'>Have I mentioned I miss being 13 so very much?I miss laughing hysterically with justine and bernie.I miss nicolette before she gave me that tone on the phone about whether to go to sentosa with the others or meet us.I miss being in love without having to worry about friendships.I miss all that puppy love/childish yet sweet crushes back then.I miss rebecca. I feel like having steamboat with her.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116136872752603898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116136872752603898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116136872752603898' title='Emo-ing'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116076699058315138</id><published>2006-10-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T12:18:46.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ITS Friday the 13th &amp; KB's 17th BIRTHDAY! Though you're really mean to me now and bully me on most occasions, I'll be benevolent and still sing you a birthday song:Happy Birthday to YouHappy Birthday to You Happy Birthday to SIAO Khim Boon..Happy Birthday to YOU!XDoh yes, im really so nice to you. So, don't you annoy me with whatever you can annoy me with anymore!(=Zoo-ed, chalet-ed. Lotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116076699058315138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116076699058315138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116076699058315138' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116059225854845720</id><published>2006-10-11T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:16:48.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Are An Independent Girlfriend!Whoa, Ms. Independent! Your guy digs your modern style...But he's sometimes left to wonder if you really like him.Keep that unique spirit, but show him your love a bit more often.No worries - you're light years away from smothering him!What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116059225854845720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116059225854845720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116059225854845720' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116058752706732052</id><published>2006-10-11T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:25:27.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a stupid shopaholic! hahaha Spent like $72 on chains! hahahah retail therapy eh!! I feel like a broke dumbo. It's Okay!! This will be the last time im buying chains. NO MORE. STOP!Oh.. I JUST GOT THE SACK TOO! WAHAHAHA FUCK CARTEL AND ITS STUPID MANAGER DISGUSTINGLY NAMED EUNICE.I think I'm a little overly optimistic for my own good sometimes. I should really try being a whiny,pessimistic,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116058752706732052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116058752706732052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116058752706732052' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116042685591178134</id><published>2006-10-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:47:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, this shall be temporary skin for the moment. I dunno how the previous one screwed itself.Anyway, I'm going over to abby's place later! purely play time.(:Went to my granduncle's wake just now. Prayed and chatted. Btw, you cant deny a corpse looks as scary as it sounds. Shit! Its almost 5am!bye!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116042685591178134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116042685591178134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116042685591178134' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116033623868813421</id><published>2006-10-08T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T12:37:18.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ponned work today, supposed to be 'sick'. Heard the manager got fucked-up so didn't put my schedule down for next week. WHATEVER. Petty 30-year-old biatch.Anyway, hung out with cat today. Watched Rob b Hood. A rather pleasant movie. The baby was gorgeously cute! so is Octopus.haha (whats his real name?)Ate at Fish n Co. Ordered the seafood platter for 2 and the seamonkey something monster drink. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116033623868813421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116033623868813421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116033623868813421' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116024541764040952</id><published>2006-10-07T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:23:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently addicted to Jay Chou's Tui Hou. Haha. That's the hanyu pinyin for it right?hmm.I'm very tempted to pon work tmr. Oh for once, let me give in to the evil one.I'm starting to detest ghost shows in which all the leading actresses sport the same long-black-hair-almost-covering-pale-face style. It's time movie producers ought to realise this overratedness. Maybe they should make monster or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116024541764040952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116024541764040952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116024541764040952' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-116007753056088792</id><published>2006-10-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:45:30.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How did Zhang Ziyi die??!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116007753056088792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/116007753056088792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116007753056088792' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115997936363776363</id><published>2006-10-04T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:33:18.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was walking along the tables and overheard this lady telling her friend, "Oh, another of my girl friends just died." I didn't hear more of it. not so kpo yah. haha, but just imagine one of you died, and I go, "Hey, you know XXX just died", like its no big deal. Erm..maybe that'll only happen to Abigail. haha!IM KIDDING K!choy ah.Then in the bus, I was beside this young lady who was talking on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115997936363776363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115997936363776363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115997936363776363' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115989799325585219</id><published>2006-10-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T11:12:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talking to some people makes me wanna puke blood at the computer screen. Please, start thinking whether you make sense before you allow your fingers to create rubbish on the keyboard! Bleh.Anyway! I've decided to wake up really early tomorrow to make myself a sumptous breakfast! so I will feel less dispirited at work later on. :D I cant wait for morning. Feeling the urge to eat now. Control, Feli</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115989799325585219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115989799325585219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115989799325585219' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115978261402159332</id><published>2006-10-02T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:30:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm being a filial daughter here going home for dinner with the family to spend this 3 hours break from work.Ok, maybe I just have nowhere else to go.I went up bus 12 just now and of all empty seats, I chose to sit next to this Filipino-maid-look lady. She pressed the bell upon reaching my stop, so i was like, oh ok so we alight together. She walked to my gate with me, and i was like, oh so we're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115978261402159332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115978261402159332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115978261402159332' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115972712969106201</id><published>2006-10-01T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:29:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's an ending in all stories.I don't want one in mine.Heartbreak can get too overbearing.This thought scares me sometimes. Just Purely Paranoial   Ah shut it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115972712969106201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115972712969106201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115972712969106201' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115963841743486284</id><published>2006-09-30T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T10:46:57.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've got a question for someone too.On a lovely Sunday morning, I kindly introduced a job to Person B and both of us went for the interview together. I got the job but Person B is still waiting for it. Person B is angry for having to wait so long. And so, Person B wants ME to appease him by giving him a treat. So, the following states possible ridiculous reasons of why I should be responsible for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115963841743486284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115963841743486284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115963841743486284' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115955669139971437</id><published>2006-09-29T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:04:51.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I live too many lives, I dunno which is mine.Sup papers are over, but not so confident of passing. What have I really studied?Whatever, shall not think about it yet and put my mind at ease for at least a week or so till the results are out.Oh, I lost my handphone, again. fuck it.Its a lousy phone, I cant care much. But! all my contacts and messages areee goneee!Yikes. Im feeling rather pathetic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115955669139971437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115955669139971437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115955669139971437' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115921151196870101</id><published>2006-09-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T12:17:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just squashed an ant with my fingers!! FELI SO BRAVE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115921151196870101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115921151196870101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115921151196870101' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115901146622144339</id><published>2006-09-23T03:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T09:10:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Fashion Style is UrbanYou've got a style all your own... and it worksNot too trendy, not too freaky - you've got streetwear down to a scienceYou always look cute and put together, but keep it comfortable tooYou're the type of girl that creates trends and inspires others to be funkyWhat's" Your Fashion Style?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115901146622144339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115901146622144339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115901146622144339' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115901143563847170</id><published>2006-09-23T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:32:39.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Fashion Style is UrbanYou've got a style all your own... and it worksNot too trendy, not too freaky - you've got streetwear down to a scienceYou always look cute and put together, but keep it comfortable tooYou're the type of girl that creates trends and inspires others to be funkyWhat's" Your Fashion Style?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115901143563847170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115901143563847170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115901143563847170' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115895338097682369</id><published>2006-09-22T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:29:40.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't exactly feel good about this. I dunno why. Maybe because I don't wish to lose anything in return for something else. And, it's not hideous. Neither is it wise to be so. For this period, things may go as fine as it seem, but after this, I can only hope.Im not confused. I know where im heading, or rather, I have to stay on this path.*Today's a good day, by the way. I should mark it down.-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115895338097682369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115895338097682369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115895338097682369' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115878275722272840</id><published>2006-09-20T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T13:51:33.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>first day of work.one word- tiring.current situation's kinda stressed.but im psycho-ing myself that im not,so that i can handle things better.my aircon won't be able to work for a while.this sucks.sigh. i miss you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115878275722272840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115878275722272840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115878275722272840' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115860431684411489</id><published>2006-09-18T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:44:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy? not really. just trying not to be unhappy. thank you and all, for being here for me. At a time like this, i feel screwed up. But, I tell myself what's done is done. I cant do anything to turn back time, so I'll just have to save myself from what I put myself into in the first place. Still, its not easy. And so, i thank Him for giving me you at this moment of my life.you give me strength..A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115860431684411489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115860431684411489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115860431684411489' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115817436485423076</id><published>2006-09-13T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:26:14.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ill have a fast one and go sleep.tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lovers.specify the gender of the target.tag 4 victims to join in this game and leave a comment on their page saying they've been tagged.if tagged the second time,there's no need to post again.gender- both?1. Sweet2. loves me cause im me3. humorous4. takes initiative5. sensitive!6. Gentlemanly7. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115817436485423076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115817436485423076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115817436485423076' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115807812619756380</id><published>2006-09-12T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:40:28.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is almost inevitable that outer beauty triumphs over the inner one that easily. And its a pity.However, the extent of superficiality in human nature is still subjective, although it exists in everyone.People don't usually look like who they are, so refrain from stereotypingall my entries sound so random i cant stand it but i cant help it cause thats how i am..Anyway, waking up really early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115807812619756380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115807812619756380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115807812619756380' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115773273302259891</id><published>2006-09-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T09:37:59.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow. i woke up at 5pm today! how did i sleep so long. ah well..today's another boring day at home. tv tv tv........so anyway, went out with dear cat yesterday! 'Chilled' at nydc first before watching the Little Man! which was was super hilarious! hehs. and, i bought 7 pairs of earrings today!well, cause they were at 7 for $10. hurhur.. then had dinner at this turkey restaurant. mm..(=uhuh..a so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115773273302259891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115773273302259891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115773273302259891' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115730251618542954</id><published>2006-09-03T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T09:55:16.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im eating on my bed now, which is not very good behaviour.but heck. my butt hurts sitting on the chair.i feel like going to parkway. haven been there at all this year. i miss there.almond biscuits taste good.i feel rather random now..i think im addicted to dark chocolates.my dad wore sunglasses at home the whole day.i asked him why. he said cause its cool.but i only just found out he's having an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115730251618542954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115730251618542954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115730251618542954' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115644236089446890</id><published>2006-08-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:07:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My lifestyle is going through a disaster.I swear im becoming a nocturnal.I sleep at 6am till 2 plus in the afternoon.What do I do till 6am?Random stuff that has nothing to do with stupid notes or books.OB is digesting me, not the other way round as supposedly.My exhaustion is extreme, beyond description.Fuck OB and its stupid countless thoeries.I need to study it still, sadly.I can only read and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115644236089446890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115644236089446890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115644236089446890' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115617472403007158</id><published>2006-08-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:38:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I FEEL LIKE STABBING YOUSTABBING YOUSTABBING YOUSTABBING YOUGO AND DIE YOU FUCKER.i want to pretend that this has never happened.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115617472403007158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115617472403007158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115617472403007158' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115583254259775898</id><published>2006-08-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:35:42.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im really sad right now.i wanna talk to anyone about nothing.who's able to hear my silent cries?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115583254259775898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115583254259775898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115583254259775898' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115583148958606455</id><published>2006-08-17T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:18:09.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im very very angry.but, i've seen it coming. from the first time i saw you.and again, its all going to be just fine..(this is so Kingshaw)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115583148958606455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115583148958606455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115583148958606455' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115573805859013999</id><published>2006-08-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T07:20:58.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>some people are getting on my nerves.just tolerating the urge to scream in their faces!ugh!!i must control my emotions.its okay its okay.. be calm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115573805859013999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115573805859013999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115573805859013999' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115548937211397287</id><published>2006-08-13T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T11:07:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At age  4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.At age 12 success is . . . having friends.At age 17 success is . . . having a drivers license.At age 35 success is . . . having money.At age 50 success is . . . having money.At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.At age 75 success is . . . having friends.At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115548937211397287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115548937211397287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115548937211397287' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115540643469920754</id><published>2006-08-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T11:54:03.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, celebrated EELIN'S and LIANA'S BIRTHDAY at airport swensens. The August Babies!20/22 of the Class. (=1B17.whipped cream, flour and salt we playedfish and chips, ice-cream and chocolate cake we atetalking and playing at the viewing mallcould have easily made our day.&lt;3.Today, didnt study a single shit though i actually planned to! exams are in 2 weeks? erm, help.and, its not helping </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115540643469920754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115540643469920754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115540643469920754' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115505841828468951</id><published>2006-08-08T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:33:38.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently, the mood's pretty down. people around me and myself. i feel like im suffering from some..maybe, quarter-life crisis?whatever. this just sucks.i dun like it when a friend's down and i cant do anything for him/her, since i dunno whats wrong with him/her  and neither does he/she wanna tell me. i dunno why actually. i tell that person almost everything. and when he/she is sad, he/she keeps</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115505841828468951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115505841828468951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115505841828468951' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115502962191675750</id><published>2006-08-08T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T02:33:41.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SIGH.THIS SHOULDN'T BE HAPPENING.I DON'T LIKE!wo hen xiang ai ta..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115502962191675750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115502962191675750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115502962191675750' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115497212293049190</id><published>2006-08-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T10:35:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to dale:dun ever put yourself down in comparison with other people.i believe in karma. a good one will come back to you.(=i dunno when ure serious actually.u fool around too much.. haiim quite sad now. kind of, over you. this doesnt feel good.she's pretty, she's yours.whatever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115497212293049190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115497212293049190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115497212293049190' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115479726421136911</id><published>2006-08-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:01:05.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a crush i hope.</title><summary type='text'>some things cannot be repaired.once they fade,feelings cannot be brought back.lets hope some things are left behind.that is,the memories and our friendship. .woke up in the late morning, which is pretty usual on weekends. ate this chocolate thing my mum bought last night. spent noon watching southpark videos then went to my dad's office to pray pray and burn paper money under the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115479726421136911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115479726421136911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115479726421136911' title='just a crush i hope.'/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115471243798095620</id><published>2006-08-04T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:27:18.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to town today after schoolbought a blouse and a teddy bear!the teddy was an indulgence and it's colourful.((=hehs i just found out i have this super Weirdo neighbour. ok. ken, kb and melissa came over to my house downstairs cuz someone needed to shit badly.. haha. then the rest of us waited in the clubhouse and watched ppl play pool. ken played with this guy first then after that, This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115471243798095620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115471243798095620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115471243798095620' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115445285005470091</id><published>2006-08-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:20:50.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im a little sadi wanna watch some fairytales nowthanks abby for beauty and the beastfantasy is greatbut the only sad thing is thatits not reali wanna have magic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115445285005470091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115445285005470091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115445285005470091' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115428614718069887</id><published>2006-07-30T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T12:02:27.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Econs is a killer.Im craving for Starbucks..I want Christmas to arrive faster!Christmas is happyI think Im having a stomachache now.Im tired but not sleepy.I cant think..How am I gonna complete this stupid econs by tonight?!?!thank you, though you cant see this. that was sweet of you, but i do not feel a thing. why?im becoming feelingless and numb.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115428614718069887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115428614718069887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115428614718069887' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115411308409909886</id><published>2006-07-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:16:46.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel emo. I hate to hurt you, and I'm hating myself for it. I'm sorry..but if I dun do it now, we'll go nowhere. I'm so sorry..I dunno what I'm doing these days. I haven been studying for a month! None of my tutorials are done at all. Damn? and things are not going right. Deadlines too many. The OB presentation was depressing. Our Comm Skills report is haywire. I Hate Excel. Accounts is as good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115411308409909886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115411308409909886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115411308409909886' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115367715566775060</id><published>2006-07-23T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:52:35.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sort of celebrated mummy's birthday today. Went to Goodwood Park hotel for her favourite buffet. Then, went Plaza Sing to repair my V3. Very Unfortunately, my handphone has a crack in the lcd inside. So, according to the rules, cracks are not eligible for warranty. DAMN. And it costs 185 freakin' bucks to repair that damn LCD. wth! its even more expensive than the phone itself! so,(ugh!)..cannot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115367715566775060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115367715566775060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115367715566775060' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115367359886561255</id><published>2006-07-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:53:18.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO MISS ROSEIF YOU SEE THIS,IT'LL BE THE HAPPIEST TIME OF MY LIFE.FUCK YOU, BITCH. BLAME YOUR FUCKING MISCARRIAGES ON THE JUNIORSHOW CLEVER.SO NOW WE DIDNT DESERVE STAFF SERGEANT EH?AND THEY DID?FOR?PLAYING? SLACKING? COMPARE THEIR COMMITMENT TO OURS.BIG DIFF? VERY. GO AND DIE FOR GIVING ME A FUCKING A2.I KNOW ITS OVER AND WE'RE OUT.SO WHY ARE WE SO FUCKED UP?CUZ WE FUCKING DID TOO MUCH AND </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115367359886561255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115367359886561255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115367359886561255' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115315318381890473</id><published>2006-07-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T09:32:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm. im stressed! another problem. like what tat said, im lucky yet unlucky at the same time.=anyway, we were playing with hakim's handphone during csa lecture..tat_fel_eelin(=</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115315318381890473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115315318381890473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115315318381890473' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115298835634014139</id><published>2006-07-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T11:53:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oblivious or plain acting blur? or, do they just refuse to accept the negative traits of one? I really wonder. Some people show who they really are without knowing it. and the people around them just choose not to acknowledge that trait, probably all for the sake of giving that person face. Or maybe, some just keep quiet about it. Im not sure why, but are there people who like people who are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115298835634014139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115298835634014139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115298835634014139' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5462084.post-115290021597466329</id><published>2006-07-14T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T11:08:32.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pirates of the carribean rocked! (though i didnt really like the unhappy ending..) jack sparrow! my johnny depp! He died..! well, kind of la.ok, im blogging cause i cant get to sleep. and i feel no inspiration to blog either. But, ill just do without the damn inspiration and write crap here!i seriously feel malfunctioned-like, i cant do anything right now! this sucks. and i doubt anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115290021597466329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5462084/posts/default/115290021597466329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamer87mi.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290021597466329' title=''/><author><name>felicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925737176389743077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
