<?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-5738530</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:35:04.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No name</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738530.post-9125521372173737453</id><published>2007-09-13T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T16:03:57.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>people change.our taste change.5years of clinging on to you. i guess it's enough.  goodbye blogger. hello livejournal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/9125521372173737453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/9125521372173737453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#9125521372173737453' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-6422013699728782346</id><published>2007-09-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T23:55:41.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holidays are such a bore that i decided to look for a job. and i finally got one! working as a recep at my aunt's office: YELLOW BOX STUDIOS. in the past, i thought she was working at yellow pages. what was i thinking?! i guess the word 'YELLOW' got the better outta me. well, i've not worked in an office like environment before. it can really suck working as a recep sometimes. like, you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6422013699728782346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6422013699728782346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#6422013699728782346' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-4894783037318172368</id><published>2007-08-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:42:46.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things just can't seem to go my way.i've found you but i can't have you.this feeling sucks.as they may say, we wont know what will happen in the future.but how sure am i that i'll have you by my side at all?how sure am i that we'll be together at all?i guess i'm better off on my own.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4894783037318172368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4894783037318172368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4894783037318172368' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-6523614192819538148</id><published>2007-08-24T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T21:50:25.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREEDOM!MY EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER! just hope that the results'll be good.i must say, a lot has happened all in a sudden. i'm seriously confused now. i dont know what's the message that being conveyed. am i living in a dream? or is this really happening? i dont wana fall deeper and be shattered once again. perhaps i should stop dreaming and wake up.wake up girl, it's all just a fantasy.i wish it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6523614192819538148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6523614192819538148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#6523614192819538148' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-3276879567106288326</id><published>2007-08-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:23:17.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>next week's study week and next friday's our first paper at NYP. omg. time flies like nothing. i mean, come on, i just started school like 4 months ago? it all seemed like yesterday. how we actually met on the first day of school for lunch and how late we got in for our first lesson. these are the memories.. the fun times we had. i just want the exams to pass real quick. but, i want more time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/3276879567106288326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/3276879567106288326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#3276879567106288326' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-2385712290442393693</id><published>2007-07-30T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:00:04.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school was boring? except for the part where we had to do a dry-run for EOC ica4. Didn't except the ICA to be carried out this way. the ica actually expects that we do this simple group discussion thing and then after all is done, we're to write out a reflection based on what happened earlier. this sounds more like an activity that we do during camps; team bonding.welll, exams are approaching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/2385712290442393693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/2385712290442393693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2385712290442393693' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-1943019078390145291</id><published>2007-07-27T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T10:58:51.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to blog last night, but i hesitated.been thinking a lot about my life.  it does bring back memories while doing so. but, nevertheless, the hurt and pain comes back to haunt you. i feel so tired nowadays.. if i could, i would want to sleep forever.I need something elsewould someone please just give me?Hit me and knock me outAnd let me go back to sleepI can laugh all I want insideI still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/1943019078390145291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/1943019078390145291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1943019078390145291' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-4542132573116551765</id><published>2007-07-18T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:05:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my birthday's over. and i'm officially 17. feels the same thou. nothing changed? BUT! of course, felt happy that many remembered and took the trouble to wish me. THANKS YALL! : D  all of you are greatly appreciated by ME.exams are 3 freaking weeks away. projects are adding on to my work load. omg. and poly life's slack? yea.. RIGHT. it's maddness. well, i cant complain can i? i chose this. so, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4542132573116551765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4542132573116551765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4542132573116551765' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-5565337498368525874</id><published>2007-07-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:59:28.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i havent been blogging much. well, life's pretty much the same. tests and projects just piling up all the way. i'm just glad that my laptop's recovered now! (:  no more worries about it. it seems like i've got alot to say in my mind. but somehow, it just cant come out at all.  i guess action does speak louder than words. too much things just happened all together. sometimes, we just cant figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/5565337498368525874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/5565337498368525874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5565337498368525874' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-600196281804544320</id><published>2007-06-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:58:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay.i'm back to post an entry after many years. and my blogger seriously sucks pls. it doesnt have those options to change the clour of your font and all. it went back to the old shit they had. oh wells. so let's see. joan left for california, i'm stuck in singapore, and ya. i'm totally crapping nonsense! okay, serious now. i'm totally missing IJ! mann. how i wish i could go back to mug for O's.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/600196281804544320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/600196281804544320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#600196281804544320' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-6140989328238536000</id><published>2007-05-20T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:32:24.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is random buti just realised that my blogger sucks cause it's the old one, whereby i cant change the colour of my words and all. :/ oh wells. never mind it. anyways, i attened astronomy camp wit my peers. and i must say it was a fullfiling camp. all who had missed out, it's a pity. although it wasn't really that successful cause of the rain, which didnt allow us to go star gazing, but it was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6140989328238536000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6140989328238536000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6140989328238536000' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-1289509835254334402</id><published>2007-05-15T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T22:30:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know what is going on.. things just seem to be so wrong. nothing i do is right. everyone's mad at me. my emotions are all mixed up. what is going on? what is happening? why is it happening to me? i feel so heavy inside of me.. i hate this feeling. this couldnt be happening. why...? what have i done?my world came crashing down.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/1289509835254334402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/1289509835254334402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1289509835254334402' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-6742429297438604939</id><published>2007-05-15T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T17:32:27.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can still see the light at the end of the tunnel shine,Through the dark times even when I lose my mind.But it feels like no one in the world is listenin',And I can't ever seem to make the right decisions.I walk around in the same haze, I'm still caught in my same ways.I'm losing time in these strange days,But somehow I always know the right things to say.I don't know what time it is,Or who's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6742429297438604939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6742429297438604939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6742429297438604939' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-8453037010217274010</id><published>2007-05-10T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:15:58.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i thought i'll post something since i haven't post one for awhile. lots have happened. my back, presentations, tests etc. wonder what else will come out. but in any case, school kinda suck cause of all these shit. but it's fun, thanks to the lovely class of mine, my day never fails to be rotten at all. (: all the cazy moments and all. FUN.so my back's doing so much better now. but i have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/8453037010217274010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/8453037010217274010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8453037010217274010' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-4646040416008142712</id><published>2007-04-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T00:18:42.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soi havent been blogging at all. and i havent been doing so cause life is a bitch. first they lift up your spirits and bring you to another level, making you feel like you're queen of the world and everything seems so right. and when they feel like it, they'll take it all away from you and sent your whole world crashing down, without even you knowing at all..am i being emo? maybe i am. or perhaps</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4646040416008142712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/4646040416008142712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4646040416008142712' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-6361969248840521048</id><published>2007-04-19T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T10:30:59.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YEAH!!! (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6361969248840521048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/6361969248840521048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6361969248840521048' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-117111616475124652</id><published>2007-02-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:02:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's been one year since i last updated something! not that i didnt wana update something. it was all the laptop's fault. they just didnt want to put me thru the website.well, enough of that shit. i been wanting to blog so much all the while. i had so much to blare. but stupid shit, i couldn't.i'm now confused, tired and stressed out. i dont know what to do with all that i've got. i thought that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/117111616475124652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/117111616475124652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117111616475124652' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-116542361728743542</id><published>2006-12-07T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:46:57.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.....................i dont know what i wana blog about. dont you have the feeling, like everything that you want to say is in there but you just can't vomit it out. it's tiring. makes you think of even more stupid stuff. won't it all be better if things were much more simplistic. why stress? why work so hard? are things really gonna turn out like how you wanted it to be? or is your life written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/116542361728743542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/116542361728743542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116542361728743542' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-116524920104215457</id><published>2006-12-04T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:20:01.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALRIGHT! i'm here to clean the dust formed on my blog. i haven't been doing much updating for like what, MONTHS!? i'm lazy to do that. can't you see that?!?! and i thought it was obvious. haha.life's pretty much the same for me. leaving IJ, moving on to a new journey. i remembered mrs wong shouting at us just because there weren't much people offering their emath and amath 10 year series. gosh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/116524920104215457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/116524920104215457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116524920104215457' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-114942403582391077</id><published>2006-06-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T20:33:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time is passing so fast. and that is scary. very scary, i must say. it s already june. and i'm still taking it easy. bad huh? oh mann. when am i gonna wake up? i dont know that myself.well, lots of things happened. so as many heard, i was being flashed by a flasher. he is one sicko pls! goshh.and so we move on,. went for dance night yesterday with joan, mr ahamed and venu. the opening part was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114942403582391077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114942403582391077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114942403582391077' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-114873835098210566</id><published>2006-05-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:59:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>righto. so everyone's been blogging. except me, that is. results are a complete turn-off, so i'm not gonna talk about it. anyways, as everyone knows, i did badly. it's so over already. enough about that. so we move on.chinese o levels on monday. MY DOOMSDAY. one of it.very not prepared. i dont even know how to study for it. shit please. just wana get over secondary school life. and move on? gosh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114873835098210566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114873835098210566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114873835098210566' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-114731814876747113</id><published>2006-05-11T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:29:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG. it s been months ever since i posted a stupid entry. and the one where i posted before my flight to bangkok didnt even show. stupid lar. anyways, I'M BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND! (:alrights. i admit it s getting a lil dusty in here. in any case, EXAMS ARE OVER. phew.ANDprelims are coming. fuck. oh wells. what can i say? what can we do? rahh.okay, i m talking crap. i ll post something that makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114731814876747113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114731814876747113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114731814876747113' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-114256249441794396</id><published>2006-03-17T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T10:28:14.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm currently using the airport s computer. and i only have 6 mins left in my usage time. HA. quite dumb.anyways, I M GONNA MISS YA'LL! SEE YA WHEN SCHOOL REOPENS.(:bangkok here i come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114256249441794396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114256249441794396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114256249441794396' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-114200388251155897</id><published>2006-03-10T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:18:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOAH. when was the last time i last post an entry. lots, i mean, LOTS of stuff happened. sec 4 self-awareness camp, angel and mortal thingy, ij superstar, CA results and finally march hols.self-awareness was fun, fun, fun. i can really say that i kinda did bond with my class alil. though we still have our own cliques and all but now, the wall has been smashed and it s more comfortable talking to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114200388251155897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/114200388251155897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200388251155897' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113854940122779129</id><published>2006-01-29T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T23:43:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. got complains already. so i thought i would actually come and update something. so here i am. updating something. (:actually, i think i do have alot to update about. my life is so not in place. my results are just crap. i can just repeat sec 3. i m not really paying attention in class and i m just playing ard.seriously, am i ready yet?[to be continued.]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113854940122779129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113854940122779129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113854940122779129' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113809099285964709</id><published>2006-01-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:23:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whether I'm right or wrongThere's no phrase that hitsLike an ocean needs the sandOr a dirty old shoe that fitsAnd if all the world was perfectI would only ever want to see your scarsYou know they can have their universeWe'll be in the dirt designing starsAnd darlin' you knowYou make me feel so beautifulNowhere else in the world I wanna beYou make me feel so beautifulWhether I'm up or downThere's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113809099285964709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113809099285964709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113809099285964709' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113577969589570580</id><published>2005-12-28T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:21:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah...It's my life...My own words I guess... [Verse 1]Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for?Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?When they know they're your heartAnd you know you were their armourAnd you will destroy anyone who would try to harm 'emBut what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?And everything you stand for, turns on you, despite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113577969589570580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113577969589570580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113577969589570580' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113482957896377543</id><published>2005-12-17T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T22:26:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess now it's time for me to give upI feel it's timeGot a picture of you beside meGot you're lipstick mark still on your coffee cupGot a fist of pure emotionGot a head of shattered dreamsGotta leave it, gotta leave it all behind nowWhatever I said, whatever I did I didn't mean it I just want you back for good Whenever I'm wrong just tell me the song and I'll sing it You'll be right and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113482957896377543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113482957896377543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113482957896377543' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113397293275956869</id><published>2005-12-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:28:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who are you now?Are you still the sameOr did you change somehow?What do you doAt this very moment when I think of you?And when I'm looking backHow we were young and stupidDo you remember that?BabyNo matter how I fight itCan't deny itJust can't let you goI still need youI still care about youThough everything's been said and doneI still feel youLike I'm right beside youBut still no word from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113397293275956869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113397293275956869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113397293275956869' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113352812231666920</id><published>2005-12-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T20:55:22.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'happy to start, with tears in the end. 'well well. here comes the day when boy turns to man. what else can it be? dur, enlistment day. and it finally came to my eldest brother. he was suppose to be enlisted in june but he injured his hand, so differed him till dec.my family(excluding my other bro),both my grandmama, my bro s bestie and i went to 'see him off'.so we spent 4 hours at BMTC, touring</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113352812231666920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113352812231666920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113352812231666920' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113316380978521773</id><published>2005-11-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T15:43:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let s see. i went for my family s chalet and was back yesterday.was suppose to continue staying there till wednesday cause of class chalet. WOAH.hectic week. then on thursday, i m gg for movie. friday, my bro s going to army.time really pass damn fast. in like 26 days time, it ll be christmas. soon after, 2006 comes into action and here comes our O'levels. GOSH.we have to like race against time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113316380978521773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113316380978521773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113316380978521773' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113283225868704975</id><published>2005-11-24T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:39:16.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes. i m back from camp. is it fun or fun? FUN.DAY ONE:reached school and went straight to east coast for yakaying. paired up with lynette.boy, was it tiring or what? but great fun. gotta like control the thingy and also have timing with lynette, something like dragon boating, just that the boat for kayaking capsizes while dragon boat doesnt. was all very very wet and cold. was like raining and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113283225868704975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113283225868704975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113283225868704975' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113241365922925203</id><published>2005-11-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:20:59.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>darn.i deserve a SECOND CHANCE.... :b</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113241365922925203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113241365922925203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113241365922925203' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113206109376725523</id><published>2005-11-15T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T22:00:13.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was thinking if i shd post an entry. well, here i am. gosh. i m like hungry. watching tiramisu and that guy s cooking lobster. -.- and i haven t ate dinner!! man. it look so gooddd.... i wana eat lobster too... ):and now gotcha s on.the car park attendant trick is funny, though it s quite dumb.i was bored all day that i read the dictionary. it s so intresting can? lols. but it really is, i must</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113206109376725523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113206109376725523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113206109376725523' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113195344817846559</id><published>2005-11-14T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:30:48.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. i realise something. my post is so contradicting. LOLS. major. my pic shows a couple kissing and here i am talking about how unslighty it is. bahh. this is what happens when a person s major bored....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113195344817846559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113195344817846559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113195344817846559' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113195309061537167</id><published>2005-11-14T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:27:27.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my gosh. i m simply super super bored and i needa blog before i start criticizing whatever i see on my screen to myself, which is so.... ya. I M ALONE AT HOME. no one to talk to, there s nothing intresting to watch on tv, nothing to surf on net, blahh.. i m simply bored lar.what s best is i ve missed 2 episodes of LAGUNA BEACH. -.- mann. oh wells.went towning before gg for ezra s confi. me, ali </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113195309061537167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113195309061537167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113195309061537167' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113188991832830395</id><published>2005-11-13T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T21:56:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sammie s confi today at the church of the holy cross.the choir was SUPERB. they sang very very well. they even had a live band. cool lar pls. (: and ezra[sam s confi name] was HOTT. she looked extra pretty today. i love you sam!took a train back with seren and she was talking to her mama in italian.EXCUSE ME!?hear her speak baby. it s so cool. i m gonna learn how to speak italian too! one day...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113188991832830395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113188991832830395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113188991832830395' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113170968980056254</id><published>2005-11-11T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T19:48:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So deep that it didn't even bleed and catch meOff guard, red handedNow I'm far from lonelyI sleep, I still see you lying next to meSo deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I...I need something averagesomeone please just give meHit me and knock me outAnd let me go back to sleepI can't laughall I want inside I still am emptySo deep that it didn't even bleed and catch me I...I'll be just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113170968980056254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113170968980056254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113170968980056254' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113146224940485388</id><published>2005-11-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:45:01.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>200 things I've done at least once the past 15 years(those in bold):courtesy of fathomage88:01. bought everyone in the pub a drink02. swam with wild dolphins03. climbed (drove up)a mountain (been driven up one)04. taken a ferrari for a test drive05. been inside the great pyramid06. held a tarantula07. taken a candlelit bath with someone08. said 'I love you' and meant it09. hugged a tree10. done a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113146224940485388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113146224940485388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113146224940485388' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113120571296186461</id><published>2005-11-05T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:48:33.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm.. i dont know what i m here for. i dont even know what i wana blog about. not like a miracle happened to me or sth. aint i the same? the one who doesnt practice what she preaches? DUR. that s me. worst still, dont wna blog anymore about what i actually feel. it turns out to be bull when it s posted here. ppl will think i m wanting pity. daily happenings? nah, aint my day the same? if it gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113120571296186461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113120571296186461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113120571296186461' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113074524580792488</id><published>2005-10-31T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T15:54:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I d given every moment I hadStill I could never seem to keep up with youYou re done with one mile and on to another one thousandStill I could never seem to keep up with youI know you ll be better off without me when I m goneYou know you re you re beautifulYou re beautifulShine onYou were made to shine onAnd you know I love youAnd even if we can or can t be friendsI ll be with you until the very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113074524580792488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113074524580792488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113074524580792488' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-113007484687437469</id><published>2005-10-23T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:40:52.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know what to say.. i dont know what to do. i feel so miserable inside. is it my retribution? what did i do to earn this kinda treatment from you? do you know how hurt i feel inside of me? you do. you think you ve done nothing wrong. have you thought about my feelings? i m no rock. i m a human too. with you dragging things, it s just making me so more harder to breathe. knowing tt you treat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113007484687437469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/113007484687437469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113007484687437469' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112982022825446545</id><published>2005-10-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:57:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got back our papers today. boy, it sucks. it sucks so much. failed all papers. i screwed my life. fuck.And I can’t stand the painAnd I can’t make it go awayNoI can’t stand the painHow could this happen to meI made my mistakesI’ve got no where to runThe night goes onAs I’m fading awayI’m sick of this lifeI just wanna screamHow could this happen to meEverybody’s screamingI try to make a soundbut no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112982022825446545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112982022825446545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112982022825446545' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112901771857265568</id><published>2005-10-11T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:01:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh well I woke up tonight and said II'm gonna make somebody love meI'm gonna make somebody love meAnd now I know, now I know, now I knowI know that it's youYou're lucky, luckyYou're so lucky!Oh well do you, do you do you want to?Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to goWhere I've never let you before?Oh well do you, do you do you want to?Oh well do you, do you do you want to, want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112901771857265568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112901771857265568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112901771857265568' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112818593127170002</id><published>2005-10-02T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T00:58:51.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spinning:Nickelback- photographLook at this photographEverytime I do it makes me laughHow did our eyes get so redAnd what the hell is on Joey's headAnd this is where I grew upI think the prison outa fix it upI never knew we'd ever went withoutThe second floor is hard for sneaking outAnd this is where I went to schoolMost of the time I had better things to doCriminal records said I've broken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112818593127170002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112818593127170002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112818593127170002' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112789711187134359</id><published>2005-09-28T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:45:11.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exams are next week. guess what? i haven t been studying at all. oh wells. gonna be so screwed for this final year. i ve been wondering why am i studying for? is it because i really want to study? or what? i dont know. i personally dont think that i m studying for myself. the society now is so different. everything you do, you need a degree. and if you dont, you just end up not married and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112789711187134359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112789711187134359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112789711187134359' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112635146026700205</id><published>2005-09-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T19:24:20.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more kiss could be the best thingBut one more lie could be the worstAnd all these thoughts are never restingAnd you're not something I deserveIn my head there's only you nowThis world falls on meIn this world there's real and make believeAnd this seems real to me[Chorus]You love me but you dont know who I amI'm tore between this life I lead and where I standAnd you love me but you dont know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112635146026700205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112635146026700205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112635146026700205' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112591329901061425</id><published>2005-09-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:41:39.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>officially single. after much cursing and swearing with him. i guess there re other much more impt stuff to think about./  i m trying to grow up and be mature about it. but if my emotions come and mess it again. then.... you might just wana avoid me. heh. yea.well, lots have happened. even girlfriend has a boyfriend now. ((: good good. well darling, dont get so stressed over it. i love you! ((:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112591329901061425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112591329901061425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112591329901061425' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-112514897566986343</id><published>2005-08-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:22:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright. i ve received complains of me not blogging. lols. yea been LAZY.that s the word. not too bad. i actually survived 2 months of blogging nothing here. how silly it seems. it was such a craze when i was 1st introduced to it. now it s like lazy to blog. can t be bothered and blahh. silly silly. well, that was the time then.been long. lotts been going on in my life. my studies and lotts more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112514897566986343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/112514897566986343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112514897566986343' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111976368986956153</id><published>2005-06-26T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:29:10.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody. I know that its been like forever since i updated. LOL. im being invaded. This is not Alicia.this is lyla!!! Alicia's daughter from the future!!! i love my mummy!!! She is the beat girl u could ever find!!! Darling i love you to lil bitts!!! And loving you still!!! lol ok this is my confession to you. Alicia is doing fine. She is happy and loving me. All of u jealous right??? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111976368986956153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111976368986956153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111976368986956153' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111650503649928716</id><published>2005-05-19T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:17:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Empty spaces fill me up with holes. Distant faces with no place left to go. Without you within me I can’t find no rest. Where I’m going is anybody’s guess. I’ve tried to go on like I never knew you. I’m awake but my world is half asleep. I pray for this heart to be unbroken. But without you all I’m going to be is incomplete. Voices tell me I should carry on. But I am swimming in an ocean all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111650503649928716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111650503649928716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111650503649928716' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111477535008963883</id><published>2005-04-29T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:49:10.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess what?! i saw AARON AZIZ AND VINCENT NG downstairs my house! lols. so cool!! and vincent smiled at me.. so swweeettt. ((: smiles* haha right.. sorry, just being how an excited fan will be like. lols. (xexams are near... SHIT. i m so dead for a.math lar.. can t do, can t grasp the formula blahhh.. screwed. and i have to pass the mid yrs. he said it is supposed to be the easiest paper. ah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111477535008963883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111477535008963883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111477535008963883' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111416905114321814</id><published>2005-04-22T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T19:24:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back after a week. exams are round the corner. and guess what? i m not studying.. ya well, as usual. haii. i can t change my way of thinking! i wana study... but i m not doing it? stupid? yes. very. and my gosh.. it s so depressing. failed all 4 testes for amath. i m so screwed lar. SCREWED. oh wells. i can only blame myself. stupid me.rights. i shall not carry on saying about such DEPRESSING </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111416905114321814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111416905114321814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416905114321814' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111356392604531525</id><published>2005-04-15T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:18:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah! it s a friday again!! happy happy, the weekends are here. 2.4 tml.. oh wells, hopefully i can run?! yea. ((:nothing much to say also.. bleah.. enjoy the song then!almost hereDid I hear you right? Cause I thought you said. Let's think it over. You have been my life. And I never planned. Growing old without you. Shadows bleeding through the light. Where the love once shined so bright. Came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111356392604531525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111356392604531525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111356392604531525' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111312065130391913</id><published>2005-04-10T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:10:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haven t been updating anything in here. so, here i am! i m so bored at home noww.. what s there to do except studying? ah wells. that s MY boring life. there s nothing i can about it can i? i suck in a math.. and the teacher don t even wana explain properly! no wonder i fail ALL 3 testes. not totally his fault anyways, mine too. i didn t practice. ah.. whatever. fail fail fail. i m so screwed..  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111312065130391913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111312065130391913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111312065130391913' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111234979058998942</id><published>2005-04-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:03:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>righttss. i m back again. just had sports day yesterday.. and it rained and it rained and it rained!! ah wells. and everything was disguisting. hate it when it rains and we re all at outdoors. everything just seems so disguisting. right. sad thing was cheer leading competition couldn t be held.nothing much to say. i m bored... well, ciao now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111234979058998942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111234979058998942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111234979058998942' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111119590601679177</id><published>2005-03-19T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:31:46.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>elos!! i m in camp now.. got a chance to actually update me bloggy. ((: and bow s standing at the back of me. she s so cute!! haha. so friendly also. love her to death-- ((: gotta do this handbook thingy.. -.- ah wells. heard lottsa ghost stories and scare myself when i m sleeping. stupid but can t blame me mann.. my imagination just runs wild like that.haven t finish my homework yet. i m so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111119590601679177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111119590601679177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119590601679177' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111063239370888793</id><published>2005-03-12T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:59:53.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it s been a longg long time since i last updated anything here. i m tooo lazy to blog. i can t be bothered to blogg.. blahh.. k lar, nothing much to say, except that i hate my results. it sucks. gotta buck up.spinning: mocking bird by eminem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111063239370888793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111063239370888793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111063239370888793' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111063236542395197</id><published>2005-03-12T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T20:59:25.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it s been a longg long time since i last updated anything here. i m tooo lazy to blog. i can t be bothered to blogg.. blahh.. k lar, nothing much to say, except that i hate my results. sucks. kk.spinning: mocking bird by eminem.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111063236542395197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111063236542395197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111063236542395197' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-111028241538289771</id><published>2005-03-08T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T19:46:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son. I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son. I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one. Part of where I'm going is knowing where I'm coming from.I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately. All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind. I'm tired of looking '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111028241538289771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/111028241538289771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028241538289771' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110795890594918299</id><published>2005-02-09T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T22:21:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GREAT! my music video is not playing at all!! )): damn idiot. idiot. idiot. haii.. forget it! it s just too bad.. cause it s a really good song! even sammie says so. yupps. 1st day of chinese new year. went to the temple to offer my offerings to my God. is that sentence right? offer my offerings to God? ahh.. what the heck. went to both grandparent s house. dur had more fun at my mother s side </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110795890594918299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110795890594918299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110795890594918299' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110777342015265047</id><published>2005-02-07T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T18:50:20.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!alrights.. new year s here! ang bao rolling my way...!!! anyways, school s been busy.. amath and emath test in one day. god. it sucks.. nothing much happened in my lifee. just the imbalance mood swings that my mother and i were having with each other. and i changed my song! love this song by shania.. she rocks socks. damn sweet and nice.. just love this song.. enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110777342015265047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110777342015265047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110777342015265047' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110708488148241769</id><published>2005-01-30T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:34:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rights.. back to blog. been quite a while since i ve last blogged. many things happened over this period of time. and it just happened too fast for me to adapt to it. i m feeling down. or am i pms-ing? mann.. this sucks. just heard of another fucking news.. it brings me even downnn.. and great.. the video is so not working!! on and off.. on and off....!! irritating!! everything s just not in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110708488148241769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110708488148241769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110708488148241769' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110622533386050304</id><published>2005-01-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T20:48:53.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let me love you  Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1:]Baby I just don't get it Do you enjoy being hurt?I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirtYou don't believe his storiesYou know that they're all liesBad as you are, you stick around and I just don't know whyIf I was ya man (baby you)Never worry bout (what I do)I'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110622533386050304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110622533386050304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110622533386050304' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110571080803639263</id><published>2005-01-14T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:53:28.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right.. been long since i last updated anything in here. been 2 weeks since school reopen and everything s a mess! shit. i need a personal assistant here!! everything s not in order. school work, tuition work blah blah.. can t play no more. gotta work work work. and i m not doing that. i m still playing which is so not good. just hope i can fully concentrate on my studies. gotta do that man.. and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110571080803639263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110571080803639263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110571080803639263' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110526940603765627</id><published>2005-01-09T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:16:46.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okies. mel has requested and i do have the same feeling as her. i shall update! yes yes. been long since i last updated. school is okay i guess. except for the early morning s and blahh. don t really like all teachers.. some are extreme boring... while some are really fun and all. prefer the fun one of course.. at least they try to make the class more interested in their lessons. unlike others.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110526940603765627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110526940603765627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110526940603765627' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110466592721267935</id><published>2005-01-02T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T19:38:47.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school s reopening tomorrow!!! shit, shit, shit. why so soon???!! i haven t had enough fun yet!!!! haii. guess all good things gotta come to an end. bye bye 2oo4. hello 2005.shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110466592721267935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110466592721267935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466592721267935' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110440996048243714</id><published>2004-12-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:32:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right. been very longg since i last update. is it that longg? how come i don t sense that?! hmmm.. ahh.. what the heck. alright then, i shall update.school s gonna reopen and that totally sucks like hell. i said it once, and i m gonna say it again. i m so not prepared for this shit!! haii. nothing much happened for this week. except went to play badminton with the guys and all.and to sheryl jie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110440996048243714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110440996048243714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110440996048243714' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110387286529411276</id><published>2004-12-24T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:21:05.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you make me wanna lala!! haha. like this song. very catchy!! it s christmas eve today. i just wana say a big MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!! lols. may all your wishes come true! ((: yes yes. and also to my pooh family!! lols. christopher robin rocks socks! haha. happy?!?! yes.. and i m so tired for whatever reason. maybe i ve been staring at the laptop for too long. but what the heck! there s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110387286529411276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110387286529411276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110387286529411276' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110361467647405824</id><published>2004-12-21T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T15:37:56.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it s 4 more days to christmas. woah.. that s fast. and after that, school s gonna reopen. damn. i m so not prepared to go to school yet. i still want my late nights and everything. i don t want school to re-open yet!! i m gonna miss this holiday. it s like, at last, my sec 2 year ended. and now, we re proceeding on to sec 3, in like next 2 weeks?! shit. i m still so not prepared.might be going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110361467647405824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110361467647405824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361467647405824' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110310860379605651</id><published>2004-12-15T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T19:03:23.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yea. and here i am back to update. went to mellisa loh s chalet yesterday. it was damn fun lar. i actually got the fever to playing mahjong. thks to jian yi for teaching me!! lols. and to fiona and sam tay lar huh. but they didn t really teach me. they just told me what to look out for. luckily, yours truly was not ssooo stoopit and dur, i ve watched how others played. so, i roughly have the idea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110310860379605651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110310860379605651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110310860379605651' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110258775718660566</id><published>2004-12-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:22:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woot! i m back. lazy to update. alrightss. i must say, genting was fun. the rides were super thriller!! esp. the space shot. woah.. that is damn thrilling lar. when the machine comes down, you ll be off your seat. damn scary. but it s a good experience. ((: love it!and i missed my singpore idol show. sads. but my eldest bro was sweet. he actually called my aunt, just to tell me that taufik won,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110258775718660566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110258775718660566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258775718660566' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110171377481085500</id><published>2004-11-29T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T15:36:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah blah blah. it s a boring day. wait.. everyday is boring!!!!! i sort of am looking forward to the genting trip. at least i ll be out of singapore. just that cannot watch idols only. and friendster is very the slow can?!!? stop hogging on it people!!! or is it my laptop? ahh, whatever. i m bored... bored bored bored. haii. friendster is so super slow. FASTER PLEASE!?!?!i ve been online the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110171377481085500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110171377481085500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110171377481085500' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110162754200504100</id><published>2004-11-28T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T15:39:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rightss. i m back! haven t blogged for like a week? yes, a week. my uncle and his fam came back from jarkata on friday. so family functions will be increased, i guess? hopefully it will be. it ll be nice to spend some time with each other, enjoying their company. anyways, they aren t staying in singapore for every long. will be heading for the plane on the 10th dec.very sad. can t catch the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110162754200504100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110162754200504100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110162754200504100' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110096065078915868</id><published>2004-11-20T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:24:10.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to see the idols today!! SLY AND TAUFIK!!! god.. taufik rawks can!?!?!?!?! there were so many people screaming and blahh..... guess what?! sam, emili and me got interviewed by mediacorp!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! siao. okay. but was so nervous can!?!?damn!!! didn t get up close and personal with taufik one more time!!! not happy!! humph!! angry sia. and i was like jumping and waving my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110096065078915868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110096065078915868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110096065078915868' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110077670554126032</id><published>2004-11-18T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T19:18:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>peer support leader 'training' today. it was a blast! we had 2 great trainers, Josephine(?) and ian. but most of it all, ian was doing the talking and activities. well, i ve learnt lottsa things in the course, made and met new friends. the whole process was nice, fun-learning and fun!! yea i love the games we played. damn nice!! hahas. yupps.we played our 1st game called... don t know, but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110077670554126032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110077670554126032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110077670554126032' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110051706848374295</id><published>2004-11-15T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:11:08.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it s the 15 of november already. time pass real fast. it s like what, half the month already? damn. believe it or not, still haven t got my dad to sign my report book yet. i mean, how can i show it to him with such blardy bad results i ve got? all are like what, just pass just pass. it s like a burden to me that i still didn t have it signed. my chest feels heavy. i can t lighten up. i can t find</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110051706848374295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110051706848374295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110051706848374295' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110036268629579186</id><published>2004-11-14T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:18:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>alright i m back! okay i just blogged at Tbmice.. so i m a bit lazy now. oh ya. when you re reading the post go link sheryl tan s blog. you ll need the music. cause i was listening to it and blogging at the same time. ya. that s all folks!ai++  yes yes. now it s my turn. weird. i m in this project and i have no clue about this blog. right. anyways, do you guys want a s'pore idol song on our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110036268629579186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110036268629579186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110036268629579186' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-110000818927734573</id><published>2004-11-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:49:49.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been long since i last blogged. sighh. went for our class chalet yesterday and it was also sam tay aka aunite s birthday toos. happy birthday auntie!!!!!! and i m sure that was the best birthday she ll ever have. we saw the s'pore idols!!! they were there to shoot a 'video'. and i got close and personal, so to say, with the idols!! okay, very enthu. all of us were like acting crazy over them or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110000818927734573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/110000818927734573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110000818927734573' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109922621331532111</id><published>2004-10-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:36:53.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school s over! and the hols are here. haii. don t know what to do during the hols. perhaps i ll do my math. study study study. sigh. oh well.anyway, it s my eldest bro s birthday today. invited his friends over for steamboat and all. and this is so not fair!! they all shared and bought him a crampler bag. kao lars!! and also my 2nd bro got a new blardy phone! the nokia 7610. the one that i want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109922621331532111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109922621331532111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109922621331532111' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109878853899251593</id><published>2004-10-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:02:18.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I had to live my life without you near meThe days would all be emptyThe nights would seem so longWith you I see forever oh, so clearlyI might have been in love beforeBut it never felt this strong Our dreams are young and we both knowThey’ll take us where we want to goHold me now, touch me nowI don’t want to live without you. Chorus 1Nothing's gonna change my love for youYou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109878853899251593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109878853899251593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109878853899251593' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109844480260510911</id><published>2004-10-22T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:33:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>netball carnival on tuesday! damn excited. and i also wana thank you 2/8 people for co-operating with us(at long long last!). well, i really hope to win this shit man. i m sure all of you others do right?? dur! yupps. go all the way 2/8!!went to raffles city today for flag day. man! those fucking assholes were so damn unfriendly. got quite a number of rejections. but some were worst! this man, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109844480260510911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109844480260510911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109844480260510911' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109817979087300526</id><published>2004-10-19T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:56:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn iweb music!!!!!!!! it sucks can?!!? it always leads to not responding. was already half way through my post and 'blam!' all the other sites end programme also. bastard.freaking pissed with everything. am really in a bad mood and my back is really killing me. just hope that everything will just get outta my way. but there she was. yaking again. am really irritated. yaking me about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109817979087300526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109817979087300526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109817979087300526' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109810386375413594</id><published>2004-10-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:51:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>movie marathon today but actually not exactly a marathon anyway. watched like 3 movies and it was already like what, 5+? but i m sure all had fun. quite disappointed though. not everyone could go. the amount of people who went, i can count it within my 10 fingers. it is that disappointing. oh well, anyway it s over already. hope everyone can go to the chalet.i love the school of rock! yeaps. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109810386375413594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109810386375413594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109810386375413594' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109792704540885512</id><published>2004-10-16T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T19:44:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here i am back again blogging this shit. so bored at home!!! was just like reading reading reading my storybook. oh well, going to finish already. looks like i gotta go borrow somemore. yea. it s been such a boring day for me!!!! damn sian. the sky s looking dark. maybe it s going to rain, maybe it s not. it s unpredictable. just like how life is, unpredictable.going for a movie marathon on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109792704540885512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109792704540885512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109792704540885512' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109783738404550330</id><published>2004-10-15T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:49:44.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been long since i last blogged. at last, exams are finally over. it brings a happy yet sad feeling. this means the ending of 2 years of being in a 8 class and for some, the end of a close friendship. well, you might say that we re still in the same school and everything. but it s different. i ve experienced this before and i hated it. going into another class means, a start of a new friendship. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109783738404550330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109783738404550330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109783738404550330' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109670159018561308</id><published>2004-10-02T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:19:50.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and baby dude!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109670159018561308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109670159018561308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670159018561308' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109670160943094638</id><published>2004-10-02T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T15:20:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby dude is freakin' cute!!! went to visit my auntie yesterday to see baby dude. he was so small. i felt the little one in my arms. he was small, fragile, soft and most importantly, cute!! words can t describe how adorable joey was. and of course, words can t describe how noble our mothers are. they gave birth to us, fed, washed, clean and took care of us when we re sick. a mother s love, can t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109670160943094638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109670160943094638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109670160943094638' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109653924669486033</id><published>2004-09-30T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:14:06.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how i hate i-web music!! keeps cutting off my web pages. 'not responding.. not responding' kana sai. forget it. anyways, here goes. english paper is over. one down many to go. must continue to mug mug mug. ah wells, it s the life cycle of a human being.okays. not much happened in the week. nothing to whine about.. nothing to talk about. so i better go now and study, before i fail all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109653924669486033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109653924669486033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109653924669486033' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109619983786871716</id><published>2004-09-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:57:17.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been long since i last blogged. oh wells. having like 2 blardy caS tomorrow. fag. kinda dread doing math. it sucks. really sucks. i dread going to school. i feel like i can t take it. i m seriously slacking. i feel like washing my hands outta my studies but i know i can t do that. the feeling sucks.haii. i do know that i needa study. but i can t. dammit. i don t blardy hell have self-control. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109619983786871716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109619983786871716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109619983786871716' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109558513488071963</id><published>2004-09-19T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T17:12:14.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               Watch this... [Chorus]These are my confessions                      Just when I thought I said all I can say                         My chick on the side said she got one on the way                 These are my confessionsMan I'm throwed and I dont know what to doI guess I gotta give you part 2 of my confessionsIf I'm gonna tell it then I gotta tell it allDamn near cried when I got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109558513488071963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109558513488071963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109558513488071963' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109552667474550062</id><published>2004-09-19T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:57:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay. my blog sucks. stupid shit. something s happening to it. somehow. okay, nvm. can t really be bothered. i ll just update then. 4 more minutes to 1 am. yes. sighhhhhh....... i don t like it when exams are nearing. it fucking sucks to the core. sigh. nothing to write. just wana complain that s all. ciao. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109552667474550062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109552667474550062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109552667474550062' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109499834400028579</id><published>2004-09-12T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T22:12:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BEN JELENCome OnAnd finally the silence. Looking out, looking back across the sky. Trying to find a meaning.Knowing that I just left it all behind. Still I smell a lingering softness. Where did she go. How did she go I wanna wanna knowI wanna know that she'll be coming here to me[CHORUS:] Come on Without you I'll never feel the love inside of me Come on, you know that we belong Come on, come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109499834400028579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109499834400028579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109499834400028579' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109436096080075101</id><published>2004-09-05T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:09:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate it. i hate it. i. hate. it. i hate how you could move on. i hate that i m not moving on. i hate it, dammit! i hate myself. hate me for the fact that i m still holding on for you while you, you re out there with someone else. forgetting about me, forgetting about how we used to be. it s just not fair! i tried to move on, but i can t... i just can t. i still feel for you. i want to let you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109436096080075101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109436096080075101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109436096080075101' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109395237969107778</id><published>2004-08-31T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T19:40:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it s easy to make new friends. everyone can have many friends. but who do we really call our friends? there are many branches that stretch to the main point, friends.out of the many factors, the very one factor that is really heart breaking, is when that person is really close to you and thought that maybe both could rely on one another, regardless if it s concerning on finicial support, moral </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109395237969107778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109395237969107778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109395237969107778' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109359751876122194</id><published>2004-08-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T17:47:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 months. the time in 2 months, can be counted long or it can be counted short. 2 months can happen lotsa things. 1st it was the stealing of money from different individuals. now, it s thoma who s not feeling too well. though these happened to our class, but somehow i feel that the bond, which never really existed last time, in our class kinda improved a little. which is a good thing and i m </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109359751876122194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109359751876122194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109359751876122194' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109300527615670344</id><published>2004-08-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:38:27.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 more days and we have to hand up our combination form thing.. dammit. none of the combination above is any that i want!! that s like damn bad. haii. making me feel more miserable! dammit!! CAs sucks to the core. so many things to do, learn, absorb blah.. science practical today. totally flunked it can!! draw the stupid refraction of light the wrong way. felt so stupid after realising that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109300527615670344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109300527615670344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109300527615670344' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109256586309066139</id><published>2004-08-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T18:33:30.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slide AlongSide  One love one shotIt's all we ever gotGirl you got me startedNow I'm not gonna stopNow slide along side yeah baby that's rightI'm gonna show you the time of your lifeOh girly girly come and dance with meMove that naughty body come close to meNow slide along side yeah baby that's rightI'm gonna show you the time of your life  This is it love It's what dreams are made of But its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109256586309066139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109256586309066139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109256586309066139' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109247455505692214</id><published>2004-08-14T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T17:09:15.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired tired... went to kallang today for this mentor exam thing. was like under the stupid scorching sun. making me turn more tan. didn t umpire, cause i suck at it and instead i went to coach but then, i also suck. so ya. was fun, in a way, when we cheered on for the sec 1s school team players. yupps. well, xin ku le! all were so tired and they had to play game after game. altogether 9 games in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109247455505692214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109247455505692214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109247455505692214' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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-5738530.post-109240654669526198</id><published>2004-08-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T22:15:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoosh! been long since i last blogged. at last, i got my ass on this chair and update this. not much things have happened and life goes on as usual for me. yupp. and i m super bored now. okay, seriously have nothing to blog. so ya. post lyrics. enjoys!! oh ya, i love joan s composition! lols. you guys know what i m talking about!! 2/8-ers!!!i will carry you::clayYeah, I know it hurtsYeah, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109240654669526198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5738530/posts/default/109240654669526198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blahblahz.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109240654669526198' title=''/><author><name>alicia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02801619308978251620</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>
