<?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-25524337</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:43:59.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stresses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25524337.post-114527145876133027</id><published>2006-04-17T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:57:38.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate biased people. so u know what???&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MY DAD.. I WISH IT WAS BACK TO MY MUM AND ME&lt;br /&gt;(ONLI WITH THE ADDITION OF MY BRO..) I WANT HIM&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25524337-114527145876133027?l=tearsof-love-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/114527145876133027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25524337&amp;postID=114527145876133027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527145876133027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527145876133027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-biased-people.html' title=''/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25524337.post-114527111106596309</id><published>2006-04-17T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:51:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhhhh... what is up... this is so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;ok so there's this girl. lets name her &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;. ok. she is super&lt;br /&gt;irritating. she is forever doing hairflips thinking she is the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful person on earth.. grrr.. i feel like strangeling her.&lt;br /&gt;walau. she is always trying to be better then me la. wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;omg.. life is so stressful. tmr (tues 19 april) math quiz.&lt;br /&gt;wed(20 april) math test. 21 and 22 april got technical and full dress&lt;br /&gt;rehersal respectively.. walau. sat. got dance nite. monday got ballet exam..&lt;br /&gt;walau.. life is not worth living at all..&lt;br /&gt;plus i just found out that this idiot guy. lets call him mr &lt;strong&gt;stbh&lt;/strong&gt; is gonna&lt;br /&gt;sit in for FD. shit shit shit. grrr...&lt;br /&gt;why are we living on this shitty world any way.. we shd just go and fucking die..&lt;br /&gt;current stress relief toy: silly putty&lt;br /&gt;current stress relief music: 4ever, did ya think, everything im not, pop princess&lt;br /&gt;and shes a rebel..&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and to add to my everyday stress. ok i like this girl called &lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;. but &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt like&lt;br /&gt;her. she goes around to every one saying" do u think charleen is sucking up to &lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;i mean walau.. come on man&lt;br /&gt;reality check. i have sources who tell me ok &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt;. i mean don't think u can bad mouth me.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and don't get me started on &lt;strong&gt;cs&lt;/strong&gt;. what is up with her. she is pissing me off even more&lt;br /&gt;everyday. walau.i am like damn stressed out la.please. dont add to my stress.. its as if my&lt;br /&gt;only trustworthy friends are rachy ng and joan. i can really tell them stuff. it used to be &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but now.. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE &lt;strong&gt;LE&lt;/strong&gt; NOW. WALAU.. WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT LA...  WHAT THE FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. ITS MY LIFE. I MAKE FRIENDS WITH WHO I WANT&lt;br /&gt;TO. AND U CANT CALL THAT SUCKING UP.. U FUCKING PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25524337-114527111106596309?l=tearsof-love-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/114527111106596309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25524337&amp;postID=114527111106596309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527111106596309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527111106596309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/2006/04/arghhhhh_17.html' title=''/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25524337.post-114527110719619230</id><published>2006-04-17T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T03:51:47.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>arghhhhh... what is up... this is so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;ok so there's this girl. lets name her &lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;. ok. she is super&lt;br /&gt;irritating. she is forever doing hairflips thinking she is the most&lt;br /&gt;wonderful person on earth.. grrr.. i feel like strangeling her.&lt;br /&gt;walau. she is always trying to be better then me la. wtf la.&lt;br /&gt;omg.. life is so stressful. tmr (tues 19 april) math quiz.&lt;br /&gt;wed(20 april) math test. 21 and 22 april got technical and full dress&lt;br /&gt;rehersal respectively.. walau. sat. got dance nite. monday got ballet exam..&lt;br /&gt;walau.. life is not worth living at all..&lt;br /&gt;plus i just found out that this idiot guy. lets call him mr &lt;strong&gt;stbh&lt;/strong&gt; is gonna&lt;br /&gt;sit in for FD. shit shit shit. grrr...&lt;br /&gt;why are we living on this shitty world any way.. we shd just go and fucking die..&lt;br /&gt;current stress relief toy: silly putty&lt;br /&gt;current stress relief music: 4ever, did ya think, everything im not, pop princess&lt;br /&gt;and shes a rebel..&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and to add to my everyday stress. ok i like this girl called &lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;. but &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt; doesnt like&lt;br /&gt;her. she goes around to every one saying" do u think charleen is sucking up to &lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;i mean walau.. come on man&lt;br /&gt;reality check. i have sources who tell me ok &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt;. i mean don't think u can bad mouth me.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and don't get me started on &lt;strong&gt;cs&lt;/strong&gt;. what is up with her. she is pissing me off even more&lt;br /&gt;everyday. walau.i am like damn stressed out la.please. dont add to my stress.. its as if my&lt;br /&gt;only trustworthy friends are rachy ng and joan. i can really tell them stuff. it used to be &lt;strong&gt;rc&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but now.. NOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAVE &lt;strong&gt;LE&lt;/strong&gt; NOW. WALAU.. WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT LA...  WHAT THE FUCKING&lt;br /&gt;HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE. ITS MY LIFE. I MAKE FRIENDS WITH WHO I WANT&lt;br /&gt;TO. AND U CANT CALL THAT SUCKING UP.. U FUCKING PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25524337-114527110719619230?l=tearsof-love-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/114527110719619230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25524337&amp;postID=114527110719619230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527110719619230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114527110719619230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/2006/04/arghhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25524337.post-114492518947201351</id><published>2006-04-13T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:46:29.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just went to watch ice age 2 with elan and rarah. it was soooo funny. the squirrel&lt;br /&gt;looking for its nut was so funny. and cute. haha&lt;br /&gt;we went after swim meet.&lt;br /&gt;elan swam so damn freaking fast la. and rachel goh too. i was in the&lt;br /&gt;AIR CON room watching. while the rest were sweating in the hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;music girl.  &lt;/u&gt;yes that is what mrs chan called me.&lt;/em&gt; mrs choo was like&lt;br /&gt;"ehh. dun be so bad la serena" but she was all like" oh its ok 1 la"&lt;br /&gt;and then i got bored so i asked mrs chan "ermm so you still need me?"&lt;br /&gt;and she was like "yess darling. wait here. dun go anywhere." like 3 times&lt;br /&gt;la. so in the end i just went and sat with becky and watched the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;she din even need me la. walau.&lt;br /&gt;and. i must say a special thanks to cara for &lt;em&gt;giving &lt;/em&gt;me her mp3&lt;br /&gt;haha.. she would never do that. but then.. i accidentally brought it home la&lt;br /&gt;so she said that was in payment of the $1 she owed me. so... ya la..&lt;br /&gt;today was sho fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25524337-114492518947201351?l=tearsof-love-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/114492518947201351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25524337&amp;postID=114492518947201351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114492518947201351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114492518947201351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/2006/04/just-went-to-watch-ice-age-2-with-elan.html' title=''/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25524337.post-114457915851108899</id><published>2006-04-09T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T03:39:18.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nth much has been happening nowadays... just..stuff&lt;br /&gt;take friday.. bus accident in the morning.. twisted my ankle..&lt;br /&gt;freaky.. sharon(the really pro girl in zackies item) yea.. she went to&lt;br /&gt;the hospital.. she was bleeding from the head..&lt;br /&gt;then i was late for school.. and then.. i realised that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i didn't bring chicken stock powder for home ec.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great..&lt;br /&gt;lucky mrs phua didn't taste.. though im not sure..&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... then i skipped synchro to go doctor.. and the doctor said not&lt;br /&gt;to strain my ankle too much.. but i still had to go ballet and i still strained my ankle..&lt;br /&gt;youth was not too bad.. except vivian wanted to go sanctuary frm level 1.&lt;br /&gt;and i had to limp up the escalator and that leonard...&lt;br /&gt;sighz.. that leonard..&lt;br /&gt;he asked what was wrong with my ankle and when i said that i was in a bus&lt;br /&gt;accident.. he grinned and started running up the escalator like his girlfren&lt;br /&gt;was waiting for him ontop saying.. ohh i can run so well.... then we walked down&lt;br /&gt;and he did &lt;strong&gt;THE EXACT SAME THING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonderful.. and i still haven't found buyers for dance nite tix. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;deadline is like this wed. argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;IM SO STRESSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25524337-114457915851108899?l=tearsof-love-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/feeds/114457915851108899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25524337&amp;postID=114457915851108899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114457915851108899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25524337/posts/default/114457915851108899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsof-love-.blogspot.com/2006/04/nth-much-has-been-happening-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>[::cHaR::]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00810073462607985987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
