<?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-6269507</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:02:50.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anonymously, your hate.</title><subtitle type='html'>anonymously, mie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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>298</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269507.post-108860040294531401</id><published>2004-06-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T21:00:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i will definitely have a new life when school reopens but hopefully all the changes will do me good. i mean, it's time for solitude bebeh. as confirmed as it may be, for goodness heaven's lovin (ape je), i am separated / debarred / unloved / unconnected / torn apart from my ever lovin sidekick. can u just imagine how shitty that is. fuckin hell who would wanna sit behind at lectures and listen to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108860040294531401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108860040294531401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108860040294531401' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108852579129269212</id><published>2004-06-30T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T00:16:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You ripped my heart out,You tore my eyes outNow you're gonna pay.I'll stab you one time, I'll eat your heart out, So you feel my pain. Don't you know that,I always see you, in all of my dreams.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108852579129269212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108852579129269212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108852579129269212' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108851529320831317</id><published>2004-06-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:24:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the system's lagging alright. and im pissed to the maximum like pissed giler babi. i shouldnt have had high hopes on school or whatsoever seh. you wanna know why? cause first day of school i am camping! yes CAMPING till 10.30 and only lunch break at 4 to the fucken 5 o clock! Best kan Shammie? Kan kan kan!!!!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!!!!! i would rather sit at home and watch wrestling (not that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108851529320831317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108851529320831317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108851529320831317' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108847189557280249</id><published>2004-06-29T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T09:18:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the system's lagging. bah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108847189557280249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108847189557280249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108847189557280249' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108842606641727586</id><published>2004-06-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:34:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so school starts next week. dreadful?not really. apart from the fact that i'll miss some people and miss some hangouts and usual things i do on my own with him, i wont mind a few changes i just hope they wont pose too much changes on me. cause why? i will make sure no one loves year 2 this time around. and sadfully enough, the talk of my mouth, ijam wont be in school anymore and gradly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108842606641727586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108842606641727586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108842606641727586' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108835102909403736</id><published>2004-06-27T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T20:07:55.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I'm thin between darkness and light Bleached and blinded by these nightsWhere I'm tossing and tortured till dawn I view visions of you, then you're gone The shock bleeds the red from my face When I hear someone has taken my place How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel? When all, all that I did was for you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108835102909403736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108835102909403736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108835102909403736' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108834707978407948</id><published>2004-06-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:37:59.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today.. ok la. today was bad.although it was special but still bad.nearly 45 minutes of silence but hearing nothing but F.A.T.A was.. how to say.. entah lah eh. but thank god that died off soon. and wtf? they are showing selena or whatever, and my lil brother told me they cancelled wrestling for that show. really ar? *shrugs.min cracks me up siak. u shud go see her cause i have won the BEST </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108834707978407948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108834707978407948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108834707978407948' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108826041264662431</id><published>2004-06-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T22:33:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And you don't wanna be here in the futureSo you say the present's just a pleasentInterruption to the pastAnd you don't wanna look much closerCause you're afraid to find out all this hopeYou had sent into the skyBy now had..crashedAnd it did...Because of me..Something Corporate - Konstantine5097600 seconds; and I'm still going strong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108826041264662431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108826041264662431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108826041264662431' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108813157343096231</id><published>2004-06-25T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T10:46:13.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt; denali - prozacI.E is being a bitch or is it SCV? *shrugs. I've written a powerful nice long entry on that other spce + fck, they didn load it. wtf!linda &lt;3 msgd me saying she missd me. rindu kau jugak uh!freezeball msgd me 2. i dnt knw whn 2 mit hr n gt d holgas.wah my first holgas siak.kental.meetng my lovable best friend today. =)hak! i jus wna mk myself clear, i didnt pln to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108813157343096231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108813157343096231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108813157343096231' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108808927157852255</id><published>2004-06-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:01:11.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wee.met up with eena @ tamp to only mk a trip to spotlite n see for myself d iron on trnsfers. ok bleh thn ar. heh. lunchd @ ljs and off we headed to town. so ah huat wid his new gf n i thnk he didn recgnse me and saw susi too @ fareast. heh. we soon slackd @ mc cafe while waiting fer min and heeeee!! hey there min!! so many things and we bitched as usual. sure miss that giggly gf of mine.and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108808927157852255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108808927157852255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108808927157852255' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108799403324301917</id><published>2004-06-23T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:33:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>penfold - human dramafenix tx - tearjerkerdenali - prozacdenali - lose mesomething corporate - konstantinethe rocket summer - cross my heartdeath cab for cutie - your bruisecursive - fairytales tell talescursive - sink to the beatthe donnas - 40 boys 40 nightssigur ros - the nothing songcave in - anchoraudio karate - do you miss meaning everything to mehundred reasons - silver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108799403324301917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108799403324301917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108799403324301917' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108796960373242797</id><published>2004-06-23T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T16:18:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;&gt; cursive - fairytales tell tales[edit]me + Shia LaBeouf @ an award winning ceremony.[/edit]i hafta say.. i see him more than i see my bf. nyehehaheaheahe.sigh.You're no good at pretending. All my plays have tragic endings, You wish I was a fairy tale. This frog will never change anything. Just pretend that you're in love, That scolding sun is bound to come up eventually. So who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108796960373242797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108796960373242797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108796960373242797' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108791949884888335</id><published>2004-06-22T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:51:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the stars still spell out your name.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108791949884888335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108791949884888335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108791949884888335' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108791313126206274</id><published>2004-06-22T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T11:25:05.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was reading up my past entries @ starsx.pitas.comand i missed singing and listening to these :penfold - human dramafenix tx - tearjerkerdenali - prozacdenali - lose mesomething corporate - konstantinethe rocket summer - cross my heartdeath cab for cutie - your bruisecursive - fairytales tell talescursive - sink to the beatthe donnas - 40 boys 40 nightssigur ros - the nothing song</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108791313126206274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108791313126206274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108791313126206274' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108788092844319934</id><published>2004-06-22T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T13:08:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i ws @ tt othr spce of mine whn i realsd why izit i kp thnkng abt wht she, he, or even they hv to sae? and honesty is nt gd all d time u c. &amp; i stil feel lyk a timebomb abt to tick off. at tyms i jus wish i ws a grenade. timebomb; it wud tk alot of time to mk me smile.im lvng tt other spce of mine.+ i &lt;33 u.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108788092844319934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108788092844319934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108788092844319934' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108783339483169380</id><published>2004-06-21T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:56:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my hrtfelt condolences to family + clse frens of shasha.nt tt ive nv been in a situatn as such. did bfore.b strng.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108783339483169380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108783339483169380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108783339483169380' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108782670404582977</id><published>2004-06-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:05:04.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever felt like being someone else?i did.i wish i was someone else now.what a disappointment i have been.welcome to the real world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108782670404582977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108782670404582977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108782670404582977' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108780724892101001</id><published>2004-06-21T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T16:41:05.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;&lt; aku dan bintanghopefully shasha gets well. *prays hardim defntly gnna try filza's rcmndtn @ tamp mall first b4 nethng else.freezeball has gotten the holgas bt she cnt be 2 free + all.the boy/best friend jst wke up. wow.mums talkng once mre bt i cnt b bthrerd. + suddnly i feel like cyclng. *ponders.min + eena msg'd me. meeting tis thurs. gf time.this means i nd to mit rene b4 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108780724892101001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108780724892101001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108780724892101001' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108769684298312167</id><published>2004-06-20T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T10:01:33.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thngs r gettng bettr wid my grndma ard. hv lesser hsewrk to do bt wont let hr do evrythng.waitng fer my dad to cum hm. + thnks to all whu wer online @ 2 am ++ ystrday. buncha insomniacs u guys wer. + thnx uh wannie. =]the 'scratches' r gettng bettr i guez. jus tht wid my lil bro freakng out, gonna pose mre problms.as lng as ur thr for me esp at times whn i nd u d most,i won mind.ws glad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108769684298312167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108769684298312167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108769684298312167' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108765946990495310</id><published>2004-06-19T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:37:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>condolences to those who are deeply affected.i feel sorry and i know how it feels to lose a friend + everything else.may nt b clse 2 hr bt pray well.and reflecting on wat happened today, i guess it's time to treasure my own life. and appreciate whatever/whoever that came, left and stayed throughout. i miss my boyfriend.can anyone send him by the window ledge.we can just sit there and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108765946990495310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108765946990495310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108765946990495310' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108762868647349092</id><published>2004-06-19T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T15:07:26.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ystrday, it was hr brthday.Today, she askd me to get out. (fresh air?no.)she askd me to gt a nw hse.I wishd i cud tell hr to gt a new daughtr.Today, she tld me to gt a nw mother.Today, she made me feel i dnt belong hr.I was hrtbrken. it's nt lyk thse feelngs u gt whn a grl calls u cheap.it's nt angst. bt total sadness.and it brke my hrt. she said i was cheap.she.i hv only jeebs nw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108762868647349092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108762868647349092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108762868647349092' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108756746514709305</id><published>2004-06-18T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T22:04:25.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently chatting with my cuz who's overseas.hpe to xchange places with her. the freedom + evrything else.nothing changes btw she and me.she is still a flirty bitch and i'm still makcik cemelat to her.whatever the fuck that meant. hohahoheoahe.home is hell now and i hate my mom a little bit more than i love her.totally suffocating me and everything else.but hey, look on the bright side..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108756746514709305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108756746514709305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108756746514709305' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108746567709326839</id><published>2004-06-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:49:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the only thing i kept pressing on was my remote control.am back being a couch potato.bored. bored to death. bored to death. bored to death. seriously craving for quesadillas.and livejournals are rather interesting, dont you think ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108746567709326839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108746567709326839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108746567709326839' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108738993877116031</id><published>2004-06-16T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:45:50.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt; i've been watching the match between the guy up there's match with JBL for the umpteenth time already. and Jeebs think I'm turning out to be a wrestling freak. ___(TAK SALA!! =P)&gt; i dropped my phone 6 times. ____ (AND SOON EVERYTHING ELSE WILL DROP!)&gt; my mother hugged me before she left for grocery shopping 15 minutes ago. ______(IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME. =(   )&gt; my brother was kind nuff to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108738993877116031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108738993877116031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108738993877116031' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108735483084650554</id><published>2004-06-16T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T12:33:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went out with d boy yesterday. Had pizzas + Quesadillas which reminds me I kinda missed Dynn. Well, bought stuffs and I think I wanna get myself a pair of lenses so I can put my eyelashes to good use? I cant cut my hair cause I promised Mum not to and .. Ok. Maybe would do something to it cause it is a boring hair you see. Kinda reflects the person.. nOT! I am officially an insomniac. I slept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108735483084650554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108735483084650554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108735483084650554' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108721700395991614</id><published>2004-06-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:43:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I am going to print this tee, hopefully. Why?Cause black &amp; white goes together.Freezeball is back and I can't wait to see her and the peektures.And someone else is back.Someone who make me give him diabetes.&lt;3333333</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108721700395991614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108721700395991614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108721700395991614' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108719135370830096</id><published>2004-06-14T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T13:35:53.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>replaysmatchbook romance - tiger lilymatchbook romance - your stories, my alibismy chemical romance - demolition loversmy chemical romance - headfirst for halosmillencolin - black eyehoobastank - the reasonincubus - i miss youthe corrs - summer sunshinecokelat - karmapeterpan - mimpi yang sempurnablister - unknownmxpx - do your feet hurtget up kids - matyr memaroon 5 - she will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108719135370830096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108719135370830096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108719135370830096' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108714601047943853</id><published>2004-06-14T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T01:00:10.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x - radiohead - creepI don't care if it hurtsI want to have controlI want a perfect bodyI want a perfect soulI want you to notice when I'm not aroundYou're so fucking specialI wish I was special</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108714601047943853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108714601047943853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108714601047943853' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108714493995291900</id><published>2004-06-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T00:42:56.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x - unsung zeros - always it will be the sameyeah, I smile when I think about itknow I can't live without itlaugh and go on about this all the timenever have i felt this wayalways will it be the samehere i am infatuatedAnd even the smallest things are memorable.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108714493995291900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108714493995291900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108714493995291900' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108710131840011925</id><published>2004-06-13T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:35:18.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x - the juliana theory - you always say goodnight, goodnight.and as badly as i need you here, i wish i was there.i've been up to nothing but stayed where i supposedly belong.thanks to fazmi, rene &amp; dipz for just solely being there for me.and i still need you even when everything comes to an end.it will stop, i promise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108710131840011925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108710131840011925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108710131840011925' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108705879924769540</id><published>2004-06-13T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:46:39.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x - no doubt - runningI'm the one you chose Out of all the people You wanted me the mostI'm so sorry that I've fallenHelp me up lets keep on runningDon't let me fall out of love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108705879924769540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108705879924769540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108705879924769540' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108702522642105374</id><published>2004-06-12T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:27:06.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I just love eating and talking with you".'And I owe so much more than I could ever pay for how good that's made me feel.'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108702522642105374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108702522642105374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108702522642105374' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108691845581197334</id><published>2004-06-11T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:25:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally .. x - The Corrs - Summer SunshineIn the heat of summer sunshine I miss you like nobody else In the heat of summer sunshine I kiss you, and nobody needs to knowI have to be grateful to my big brother for getting this song even without the help of a Kazaa, iMesh or any downloadable software programs. Big Guy called me last night to remind me about the chalet. Nyetnyot. Well, might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108691845581197334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108691845581197334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108691845581197334' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108685105603564695</id><published>2004-06-10T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:04:16.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blue or green? GREEN !!x - 311 - AmberI have small dreams.The ones about cookies + green walls.The exact ones I told you yesterday afternoon.p.s # - 22 hours more to go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108685105603564695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108685105603564695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108685105603564695' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108678756453990496</id><published>2004-06-09T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T15:26:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing good comes easily, sometimes you got to fightx - 311 -Amber[edit]I've been shot by a bullet from a pretty blue gun.So many times, it hurts, but I didn't die.I've been in love with you.So many times, it hurts, but I keep on falling in love with you all over again.&lt;3333</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108678756453990496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108678756453990496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108678756453990496' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108675579911856569</id><published>2004-06-09T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T12:37:20.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss youx - Boyz II Men - End of the Road [on radio ah!]i love you.=('nuff said.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108675579911856569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108675579911856569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108675579911856569' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108671033892246237</id><published>2004-06-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T23:58:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esplanadex - himRene is leaving for U.S. Hopefully she brings me something back. Have fun dear over there. Wow. I wish I was in her place seh. Well, we talked and crapped and we remembered the old times by the sea. I love you la. Kakaka. K reality check. Siak ar Shammie les sial. Otak kau bodoh les. Haha. Anyway, I may sound ok. Cos i am ok. Haha. Nonsense.K then, we met up with Bob Iylia n </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108671033892246237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108671033892246237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108671033892246237' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108658073125579916</id><published>2004-06-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T11:58:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been buggedx - inspector gadget on centralAttention all computer-inside-outs-freaks!HELP NEEDED!When I switch on my computer, I will have this gray box saying "blablabla fix it, press enter" thing appear everytime I 'scandisk'.When I am finally loaded to log on or off my brother's personal blabla thingy on the computer, I press enter. This will estimatedly take around 5 to sometimes a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108658073125579916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108658073125579916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108658073125579916' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108649754062654325</id><published>2004-06-06T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:52:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boredom times room to the power of 19 [??]x - No Use For A Name - Room 19It doesn't happen everyday but sadly enough, I am complaining.And whatnot with the messages too often to remind me of how nice the day will be and to appreciate God's gifts.And I'm even complaining.Oh shut up already.And yes, like it's a fashion statement already, we see many people with the same old shit around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108649754062654325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108649754062654325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108649754062654325' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-10864467717760416</id><published>2004-06-05T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:46:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweetnessx - tvWe met for an estimated time of 45 minutes.And I smiled when he gave me+3 studs+Shrek stencils+His fav book, My legendary girlfriend+Catch22 patch+a pen he used when he was in primary 1+A pic of him &amp; Eeyore+A small cut out baby photo+a tag of his fav boxerbrand+The emo CD from Punk Vs Emo+hugs , kisses.I miss him already. Back to my room now.And thanks for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/10864467717760416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/10864467717760416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#10864467717760416' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108636118135895420</id><published>2004-06-04T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T23:51:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 hours to make up for 72 hoursx - the beating of my heart [chey! nyampah nyer!]Yesterday's Pop Zz makes me go Pop-Dizzy! Hah!And Fan invited me to the 'Barney's Show' at Substation tmr.*shrugsI hope today turned out pretty well fer Rene darLing.And Liy + Freeze, haha ! Muah muah to my neighbours! ex-neighbrs actually. =pToday we caught Shrek 2. And he still owes me a date.Like any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108636118135895420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108636118135895420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108636118135895420' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108624242210861241</id><published>2004-06-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T14:02:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love lovex - Fenix Tx - All My FaultI love my boyfriend !I miss my boyfriend !An awful lot!Mujib is sick and he overworked yesterday. We talked things out last night and thank God things are okay. And I hope everyone else is. Maybe all I needed was a perfect rest. Thanks to MsLiyana for the chat over the phone. I miss my boyfriend.You still owe me a retail theraphy. =) And Freezeball is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108624242210861241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108624242210861241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108624242210861241' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108619282294526263</id><published>2004-06-03T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T00:13:42.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dum dum dumx - fuckness in silence."when i think of all the things he did because he loved me - what people visit on each other out of something like love. it's enough for all the world's woe. you dont even need hate to have a perfectly miserable time."Richard BauschMr Field's Daughter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108619282294526263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108619282294526263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108619282294526263' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108615525912082319</id><published>2004-06-02T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T13:48:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>full of promisex - Stereophonics - Mr Writer'I was an astronaut who was going to fly so high, far beyond the moon, so far beyond the whole wide world.But then I never had to worry about a crash landing because I never even took off.'-Elizabeth Wurtzel - P.NI was engulfed with flames and more hysterical laughter, which at that point in time came in handy to make me stop tearing like some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108615525912082319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108615525912082319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108615525912082319' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108606088420716954</id><published>2004-06-01T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:34:44.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the truth hurts and so am ix - No Use For A Name - Room 19It's been so long since you've been here, and I'm dyingIs there something you would like to say?Just drop the present on the shelf, by the flowersAnd make the feeling go awayLooking back I can't recall, who was listeningWhen I used to walk the streets at nightLike a bird that used to sing, I was flyingI was happy all the time, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108606088420716954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108606088420716954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108606088420716954' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108592623798171585</id><published>2004-05-30T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:10:37.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm mentally drained. i got my rest after engulfing a carpark, luckily unburnt. it was a 15 minute nap and no nightmares. i turned to Salem's Witch Trials soon after. And read my Literature favourite, The Crucible alongside it. Pretense ruins everything. That's the moral of the story I guess. The terror was real. I cried when the innocent witches were put on trial. I have an OGL shit going on tmr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108592623798171585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108592623798171585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108592623798171585' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108588306200383025</id><published>2004-05-30T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T10:11:02.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108588306200383025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108588306200383025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108588306200383025' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108575927501674636</id><published>2004-05-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T03:13:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cut out the stars and paste them on my skyx - No Use For A Name -  Room 19Today, I achieve something. Jeeb is being super lazy in updating his blog. He loves to watch wrestling vcds. He has a very nice new wallet. Today, he was in black. Today is nice like any other days would be. We will not be meeting for a long time. He have performance on Monday. I hope I can make it. I will be busy. My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108575927501674636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108575927501674636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108575927501674636' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108571546073427399</id><published>2004-05-28T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T03:14:15.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pictures speak better than wordsx -my head spinning -my heart screamingCut papers. Scissors. Glue. My blanket. My bedsheet turned over. My pillows on the floor. And I broke my favourite black picture frames; empty ones. I wondered why I bothered. Why this time around this is so much different. The constant picture editting; picture illustration and all my gettyimages-done-perfectos in this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108571546073427399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108571546073427399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571546073427399' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108565608586609405</id><published>2004-05-27T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:12:42.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it gets to a point in life when i feel threatened.in fact, i feel threatened every single day.who knows one day, as i walk outside on the streets, it's the end of the world?and one day, a call comes up, and he's gone?and one day, someone tells me, my boyfriend cheated on me?and one day, my girlfriends decided not to talk to me anymore?who knows?and i am over reacting and exaggerating on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108565608586609405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108565608586609405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108565608586609405' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108558874966769929</id><published>2004-05-27T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T03:17:50.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i ♥ you!x - Hoobastank - The ReasonI'm sorry that I hurt youIt's something I must live with everydayAnd all the pain I put you throughI wish that I could take it all awayAnd be the one who catches all your tearsThats why i need you to hearEvery couple in this world would think they are the sweetest couple. Every single individual who is in love would think only they conquer love. They</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108558874966769929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108558874966769929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108558874966769929' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108549909790946369</id><published>2004-05-25T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T23:31:37.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate banglas + joggersokay. today was .. k la. i blame it on myself la. tu pun nak paranoid. menyampahs sampahs siak .. okay anyway, yesterday was superbly nice girlfriend time ! skinheads are intimidating but we got surrounded by a group of skinheads @ esplanade yesterday .. anyway, it was nice meeting rene and like usual we talked about anything under the stars .. pampered myself to lotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108549909790946369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108549909790946369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108549909790946369' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108536818057732515</id><published>2004-05-24T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T03:18:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you make me, mex - Mxpx - You Make Me, MeThese days so few seem to have faithIn the son of man and in his graceI feel your breath upon my faceAs you replace, my broken wingsYou make me singYou make me screamYou make me, everythingYou make me, me[you make me, me]Me&amp;Rene (One of my light experiments) and when we watched Little NickyI cried listening to No Doubt in the morning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108536818057732515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108536818057732515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536818057732515' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108532310923358196</id><published>2004-05-23T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:38:29.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems like all the stars have fallen from the skyx - Dashboard Confessional - Screaming InfidelitiesI'm missing your bed, I never sleepAvoiding the spots where we'd have to speakand this bottle of beast is taking me home.I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheetsBut you're not alone and you're not discreet.You make sure I know, who's taking you home.I'm reading your note over again.There</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108532310923358196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108532310923358196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108532310923358196' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108523991695234798</id><published>2004-05-22T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:31:56.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we'll skip the goodbyesx -  Matchbook Romance - Tiger Lilyi dont want to speak these words.cause i dont wanna make things any worse.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108523991695234798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108523991695234798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108523991695234798' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108520262218426736</id><published>2004-05-22T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T14:27:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hearts youx - Matchbook Romance - Tiger Lilywhy does tonite, have to end?why don't we hit restart,and pause it at our favorite parts.we'll skip the goodbyes.if i had it my way,i'd turn the car around and runaway,just you and i.tigerlilyI had fun jeeb! We remind ourselves of the first few blissful days. From our first meeting to the sweet ones. Modanyaki. Takopachi. Potatoes galore. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108520262218426736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108520262218426736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108520262218426736' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108510322324897575</id><published>2004-05-21T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T09:33:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>someday, somehowx - Matchbook Romance - Tiger Lilywe drive tonight,and you are by my side.We're talking about our lives,like we've known each other forever.the time flies by,with the sound of your voice.its close to paradise,with the end surely near.if i could only stop the carand hold onto you,and never let go...i'll never let go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108510322324897575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108510322324897575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108510322324897575' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108502854489496899</id><published>2004-05-20T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T12:49:04.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the day comes when idie,And go upin the sky,As I'm thereso far,I'll Write your name on every star,So You'll look up and see,how special you are to mei ♥ you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108502854489496899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108502854489496899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108502854489496899' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108497389983463184</id><published>2004-05-19T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:38:19.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i miss youx - Jewel - Foolish GamesIt gets to a point in life that I realised, this is it. I have to strike whatever chance I have left, whatever breath I have last to do God a favour. For all the nice and bad things during these few years of my life, I need to be useful in the end. That, I have to work on. That is, if NYP will welcome me in the next MIT Year 2 Sem 1 cohort. Without him around</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108497389983463184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108497389983463184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108497389983463184' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108493328762831658</id><published>2004-05-19T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T10:21:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>farewell the ashtray girlx Placebo - This Picturei hold an image of the ashtray girlof cigarette burns in my chesti wrote a poem that described her worldand put friendship to the testand late at night whilst on all foursshe used to watch me kiss the floorwhat's wrong with this picture?i saw the sun behind clouds through my curtains. and i wondered, what's the use of looking at it when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108493328762831658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108493328762831658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108493328762831658' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108485080001787091</id><published>2004-05-18T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T11:26:40.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yess! finally met up with lil miss ryehan!! hahahahahaha!! ok la, as usual shammie was the.. hwo to say eh.. the.. the.. the.. ala the same! we caught up with a lot of things and ryehan nv change!! huehauehae. k anyway.. that was ysterday and aku malas nak type ape ape lagik. tak tau pesal. dipz, cepat cepat la buat girls day out 2. takkan nak tunggu next year seh. kekekeke. ok diam. well, tu jer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108485080001787091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108485080001787091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108485080001787091' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108476257165688029</id><published>2004-05-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T10:56:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i rule my worldx - whatever the fuck tt sings.THINGS THAT BOTHERS ME.Case#1I shared memories. Unfortunately, bittersweet memories that leave me crying at times, other than that, it is her pictures which I wish I can tear. But for good times sake, I didnt. We drifted apart like nobody's business and I actually made it mine. And pointing fingers at each other, accusing each other and still, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108476257165688029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108476257165688029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108476257165688029' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108471458529307277</id><published>2004-05-16T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T23:00:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tell me a reason worth fighting forx - Matchbook Romance - Your Stories, My Alibiscross out my eyesi know you planned ityou know i love youand i cant standwe just lost controlwe just lost control</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108471458529307277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108471458529307277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108471458529307277' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108469694751317353</id><published>2004-05-16T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T16:42:27.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>untitledi had a nice chummy chummy evening with freezeball who helped the bus driver to push the bus. hoho? heh. well, we settled down pretty well at yishun's starbucks and everything. and someone is the damn buih and bubble. hahahahaha. funny girl. the earlier part i bought something which was a definitely him &amp; her kinda stuff. another reepey shirt and all. so that's it. i dont miss anyone '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108469694751317353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108469694751317353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108469694751317353' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108460148566230576</id><published>2004-05-15T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T14:11:25.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hot fucknessthe girls were pretty sweet. and i really think they are quite pissed, maybe. i had called dipz up last night informing her of my absence for the camp. totally not up for it. and guessed what? my dad only got the sleeping bag this afternoon. so all is good. ad and nad messaged me to bother me to go. heh. well, went on a little shopping spree. we had modan yaki &amp; tako pachi and lime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108460148566230576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108460148566230576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108460148566230576' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108449931185055076</id><published>2004-05-14T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T09:48:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anywhere with youx - Saves The Day - Anywhere With YouI was a Saves The Day fan. In fact, I got mad when my hair dye practically spilled all over my discman and the CD itself. Kills but hey, I am still here in front of this dirty screen, hiding. Hueh. Life is irritating in the mornings. It had to be my room afterall, with the supercold air con and the wonderful toilet with the classy big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108449931185055076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108449931185055076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108449931185055076' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108442300767527994</id><published>2004-05-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T23:02:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perfection through silencex - Finch -  Perfection Through SilenceThis story is old only to those that have no moldThe truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying?Nothing but silence.What am I supposed to do?Should I sit, wait for you?Listen to me screaming more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108442300767527994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108442300767527994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108442300767527994' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108437051067054365</id><published>2004-05-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:01:50.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i'm with you, i'm okx - Ultimate Fakebook - When I'm With You, I'm Oklife gets embarrassing at times. and people around you never fail to either make you smile or scream till your eyes pop out. and nonetheless, your social circle seem to draw down to only one person - yourself. life is bliss even if i make the 4 walls in my room eat me up. who knows life beneath those tiles are better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108437051067054365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108437051067054365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108437051067054365' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108432708961054103</id><published>2004-05-12T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T09:58:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can i call you sweetheart &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3x - Mxpx - Do Your Feet Hurt?My stomach is playing some kinda weird games on me. One time, it will be all empty and craving for stupid junk food. The next, it feels as if it is squeezing my intestines out or something. I badly need to shit or something. Huarrhaha. Shut up already. So Granmama told me to drink some milky thing. First stop was Milo. To add a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108432708961054103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108432708961054103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108432708961054103' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108428519903962801</id><published>2004-05-11T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T22:19:59.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the arts of missingI bought Valentine &amp; Dirty Pretty Things today. Grocery shopping , a little. Box of strawberries, whip cream &amp; caramel sauce. Soaked my bedsheets deep with plain water and Im loving green tea. Taste him. Chatted up awhile with him. Waiting for him to miss me and then call me. I need more movies.p.s#a little bit of stars here and there, so you won't b lonely when you're </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108428519903962801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108428519903962801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108428519903962801' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108424760624353920</id><published>2004-05-11T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T12:05:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grounded with a bag of boredomx -Streaming - Grounded For Life [Star World]A very bad impression of boredom I have up there as my title. Oh well, like anyone cares. I think I have parts of my mind psyched up for a good long hiatus which will only lead to more Friends-Only entries up on my lj. Other than that, maybe get Eddy to agree to give me space under his wings. Or maybe just get up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108424760624353920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108424760624353920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108424760624353920' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108415902619484663</id><published>2004-05-10T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:37:56.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am, eradicated.x - Mew - Am I Wry?Am I wry? I know you and I know you’re not afraid to say the least. Diamond ring. Diamond ring. But you can’t find it. Cold is the night.Mew - [Am I Wry?]Exhaustion leads to weak and brittle bones, I think. And the constant reruns on the Amelie Poulain CD doesnt really adds to my exhaustion. In fact, I watch it whenever there's nothing good on tv</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108415902619484663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108415902619484663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108415902619484663' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108409143888553948</id><published>2004-05-09T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T16:35:09.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you make me realise just how much i mean to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108409143888553948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108409143888553948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108409143888553948' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108406782517703630</id><published>2004-05-09T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T10:01:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>x - Hoobastank - The ReasonThe weather was fine except the freezing hours of sitting in the train. I wondered why the air conditioning had to be so cold. Tsk. Dynn was unusually usually late. But was used to it though. Got my Cursive button &amp; the burnt Indon-songs CDs. He added The Reason in, so yay! Proceeded there and all, the weather was okay and the beach looked tempting. And suddenly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108406782517703630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108406782517703630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108406782517703630' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108398300948681582</id><published>2004-05-08T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T11:40:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stomachache!x - Cliff Richards - Summer HolidayCredits :: FellowBusinessPartner (hehe)A lovely thing done up there. Hee. So sweet. Anyway, heading down to town first to get a few stuffs. Then meeting up with Dynn soon after hopefully that buddy of mine would finally for once be on time meeting me. Hee. Heading down to Sentosa then after that, cant wait to see Helgas in Tolgas and I wanna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108398300948681582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108398300948681582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108398300948681582' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108394154067240606</id><published>2004-05-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T22:56:48.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what bliss. heavenly. quality time. yay!so after my paper today, finally met him. we slacked at the pondok for a little while and soon, headed off to take 162 to Orchard. Went to 2001, and the TJT tee is still there. Hee. Then walked around some more, from Far East to Heeren where I bought a Rip tee then off to Cine for lunch then off to Taka for Mom Day prezzies den off to Borders for a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108394154067240606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108394154067240606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108394154067240606' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108389837955786945</id><published>2004-05-07T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:57:27.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not myselfx - John Mayer - Not MyselfSuppose I saidI am on my best behaviorAnd there are timesI lose my worried mind Would you want me when I'm not myself?Wait it out while I am someone else? Paper was a blast. Been a long time since I sat on my dad's car. Missed the constant quarrels with Hakim. Oh yes, Dad said I am pretty. :) He said, I didnt ask him to do that. He just knows how to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108389837955786945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108389837955786945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108389837955786945' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108385134740711819</id><published>2004-05-06T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T21:55:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Watching the news today. Been reading the papers. Bloodshed splashed on front pages. And no one is stopping the killings eventhough we have seen much in tv. Leaders meeting leaders yet we see homeless kids, explosions, terrorism and nothing but Islamic-related issues being the top stories. I cant say anything much but all I know, it wont be a surprise if the country gets wiped out completely. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108385134740711819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108385134740711819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108385134740711819' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108383734908460305</id><published>2004-05-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T18:00:15.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i might get a heart attack or something that would make me go weak in the knees. i am practically going to go wobblish. no no, not like someone made me melt or what. i was waiting for the microwave to finish heating up the food, so my lil bro switched to this pain fest thing on tv. where you get to see people get bruises, broken and fractured shits. all i did was munch on durian, eyes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108383734908460305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108383734908460305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108383734908460305' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108376965302436149</id><published>2004-05-05T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T23:11:58.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! hearing his voice right now!printed his project.double-yay!i hate ants. i hate them a lot. i got sensitive skin, ape je shammie.and then he say, "dont read dont read, i want to read later".malas ar. cakap jer ar. action. then today somebody never study. asik breakkkkk aje.tapi cikgu pun boleh layankan.ahh. ahh. sakit.k la. malas nak update. tu jer la.haiz.friday friday, nobody </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108376965302436149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108376965302436149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108376965302436149' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108371716747498807</id><published>2004-05-05T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T08:37:11.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never meant to do those things to youx - Hoobastank - The ReasonData comm paper today. Bleargh. Spent last night rubbing my eyes after a few minutes on the phone with him. K, I lied, not minutes. An hour or so before  the phone started to beep like a bomb about to explode. Heart-wrenching, I tell you. Wish me loads of luck, and lots and lots of smiles. Good luck to the rest. P.S#Being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108371716747498807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108371716747498807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108371716747498807' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108367135895563924</id><published>2004-05-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:54:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"letak sock dalam stokin"x - PeterPan - Mimpi Yang SempurnaIf I was invisibleThen I could just watch you in your roomIf I was invincibleI'd make you mine tonightIf hearts were unbreakableThen I could just tell you where I'd standI would be the smartest manIf I was invisibleWait, I already am - Clay Aiken [Invisible]I love bus rides. And the way how everyone is so obedient towards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108367135895563924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108367135895563924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108367135895563924' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108359909285224970</id><published>2004-05-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T23:51:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>heetwo words. k make that a couple.simply irresistable and very adorable.he had a different glow to him today.and when i was waking up all gloomy,meeting him transformed me into someone so..i dont know.yes, there is something different about you today.mhhmm, mhhhmm.. :)oh yah, need to rush to the doctor first thing in the morning tmr.ugly red spots are appearing on my legs.arrrhhhh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108359909285224970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108359909285224970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108359909285224970' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108355113622728633</id><published>2004-05-03T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T10:29:58.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>peel my skin freshx - Hoobastank - The Reason.Feeling jittery is ok. All the more nervous you are entitled to be when you enter the hall. Today marks the first day of hell, which I am going to burn with the wicked witches of the west (chorny!) there, stirring wooden sticks into hot boiling cauldrons. One by one, I will throw in my written notes after each torment. The first paper starts today.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108355113622728633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108355113622728633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108355113622728633' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108351328179599472</id><published>2004-05-02T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T23:59:03.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sighx - Hoobastank - The Reasona drastic mutilation of me now. a certain someone i wished i had been back then, and only now i see positive changes. and like back then, the sun sets when it rises, and rises when it sets. and how tumbled things were, and how sometimes morbidity was my best friend. a best friend i loved to love and hated to hate. and counting and gazing stars alone was a norm, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108351328179599472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108351328179599472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108351328179599472' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108350331443694765</id><published>2004-05-02T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T21:12:55.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Giftx - himThe star that makes love's dream come true was shining on me when I met you- DarraToday, I wanted to do something that I have aLways wanted to do. Yes, boyfriend-shopping with aLong. Been a Long time since i Last met her. Anyway, shopped impuLsiveLy. Haaaah. Anyway, I am going to make it short. So, I hope you Like the gift. [Him : Ya, I like!] Oh yeah, Nizam accompanied me on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108350331443694765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108350331443694765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108350331443694765' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108343172472469865</id><published>2004-05-02T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T01:21:08.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never meant to do those things to youx - Hoobastank - The Reason"If I could reach the stars, pull one down for you, shine it on my heart, so you could see the truth, then this love I have inside, is everything it seems, but for now I find it's only in my dreams."-Eric Claptoni told you. and you know it, you just don't know how much. ♥ you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108343172472469865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108343172472469865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108343172472469865' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108339128060763134</id><published>2004-05-01T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T14:06:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_____________x - Hoobastank -  The Reason"A friend is one who knows who you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still gently allows you to grow."-William ShakespeareI forced my hair to be tied up. Kept all sharp things in the bathroom in a small little Ginvera bag. And maybe, just maybe, that would stop me from itching so much to cut my hair. And sadly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108339128060763134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108339128060763134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108339128060763134' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108334717788228836</id><published>2004-05-01T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:50:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seems like all the stars have fallen from the skyx - Hoobastank - The ReasonFinally I got you where I wanted,In my arms,And I will always stay there in ur heart.Lock me from outside,I dun think I ever want come out,I just love being with u,I do,I do, I do.* - Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away And all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then in silence, I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108334717788228836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108334717788228836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108334717788228836' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108333855032859249</id><published>2004-04-30T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T00:42:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another day .. with himx - Hoobastank - The Reasonto he with the endearing eyes,I'm sorry that I hurt youIt's something I must live with everydayAnd all the pain I put you throughI wish that I could take it all awayAnd be the one who catches all your tearsThats why i need you to hearI've found a reason for meTo change who I used to beA reason to start over newand the reason is you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108333855032859249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108333855032859249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108333855032859249' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108329168963130449</id><published>2004-04-30T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T10:25:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and for the decades of heartachesxMxpx - Do Your Feet Hurt?I know that you believe in the one true God above And that's why you're waiting For your one and only love Do your feet hurt? Did you fall from heaven? 'Cause you've been running through My mind all day My mind don't mind I'm late !!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108329168963130449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108329168963130449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108329168963130449' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108325926679952985</id><published>2004-04-30T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T01:25:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna grow old with youx - Tsunami Bomb - Mushy Love Songto him, who matters,I wanna make you smile whenever you're sadCarry you around when your arthritis is badAll I wanna do is grow old with youI'll get your medicine when your tummy achesBuild you a fire if the furnace breaksOh it could be so nice, growing old with youI'll miss youKiss youGive you my coat when you are cold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108325926679952985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108325926679952985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325926679952985' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108320702955652192</id><published>2004-04-29T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:54:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>soo-weeeeeeeeetx - Streaming -x- MTV Madegood rolling people. watching the making/terbinanya/tersurfacenya Sly Caps. And I think with contacts, then you can really establish a good band and have lotsa fans. Plus lots and lots of talent. :) Suddenly I miss listening to PlainSunset. Ok, anyway, was thinking about that Morbid shop which showcases lotsa nice drawings/sketches/designs on tees or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108320702955652192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108320702955652192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108320702955652192' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108317403552349491</id><published>2004-04-29T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T01:44:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wasted days, oh my, oh my mistakex - Blister - Unknownfor him,"it's hard when no one knowsexpressed in different tonesi hate to be unknownakhirnya kau berlepaske dunia yang berbezamengapa ku terlambatmeluahkan perasaandisini ku menantisaat kau kembali"and this song makes me wonder how Yohan is doing. Daunt chatted with me just now. And I am glad he still remembered some small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108317403552349491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108317403552349491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108317403552349491' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108314338243318486</id><published>2004-04-28T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T17:13:57.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>randomness + rain3 places i missed:*Yishun [ my friends; the seamstress; the busdrivers; the walk home; the bridge &amp; 7-11 ]*Tampines [ the boring library; starbucks; 969; Burger King ]*Yew Tee [ the bubble tea; the 7-11; the 3 roads; Unity Sec; 684D; the joggers; the banglas ]3 people i missed:*you [ more than any reasonable + unreasonable reasons i can come up with ]*yohan [ seeing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108314338243318486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108314338243318486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108314338243318486' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108312387729542026</id><published>2004-04-28T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T11:58:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm in the mood for love, laa-laa~x - incubus - southern_girli think i quitted one job i loved.one imagination of me doing things that is not so 'rdinaryextraordinary'in the morning.i imagine a big dart board on my ceiling.pictures of they who should have been shot dead with a big 'senapang gajah';trampled upon by all the 'betting kuda(s)from kranji';in short, they whom i disliked.see, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108312387729542026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108312387729542026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312387729542026' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108307834618849786</id><published>2004-04-27T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:10:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>♥I was in the train today when I counted all the mrt train stops. And to my incorrect calculation, I think there are 64 stops altogether. And to think Singapore is such a small country, I wonder how they figured out which hole to dig, which route to take and bla bla bla. And even after 64 stops, I just remembered the LRT lines, whatnot with Phoenix and other bombastic names. Heh. Singapore is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108307834618849786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108307834618849786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307834618849786' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108298888793254701</id><published>2004-04-26T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T22:19:00.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 stars1 moon2 BanglasA million expressionsAnd you never fail to impress meYou may not be my dreamboyBut still,Thank you for returning the butterflies,the smiles,the cheekniness,the gilerness,the madness,the irritatingness,the -ness of all -NESS,thank you for making my day..everydayMom, I can finally fly !!I am so..up there..on cloud Nine~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108298888793254701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108298888793254701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108298888793254701' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108294503656662019</id><published>2004-04-26T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T10:08:08.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_________x - Placebo - The Bitter EndThe weekend was well spent I guess. I was in a musically confused mood I guess. I raped nearly cd sleeve in my sidecubbie. And yes, I realised some CDs still go missing. My Muse CD was.. well, rested in 'piece-s'. And the CD isnt in there. And I realised my Funeral For A Friend isnt there either. I didnt exactly blow my top, just cant be too nice at times. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108294503656662019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108294503656662019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108294503656662019' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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-6269507.post-108279437300285983</id><published>2004-04-24T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T16:17:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sit-at-home saturdayx - stereophonics - mr writerok what does 'little-miss-giggly-i-had-a-super-good-dream-date-with-him' have to do on a sit-at-home saturday? nothingness at its maximum! i have only my mother to crap with; and mind both of us, we are spilling food on the carpet. and we are lazy to sweep the house and so i said, "ape kata kan.. kita kasi habuk kumpul sampai ankle? stale!!". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108279437300285983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269507/posts/default/108279437300285983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymouslymie.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108279437300285983' title=''/><author><name>shammie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193359723142745421</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>
