<?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-7658140142409547228</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:53:19.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jiaxin.1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658140142409547228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~jia~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658140142409547228.post-5320671832317747706</id><published>2008-04-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T04:13:41.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[i suddenly realise i hate you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stealing my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for causing all the trouble,&lt;br /&gt;made me patch it up, and cause another trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You have all the good times together,&lt;br /&gt;And you all feel happy about it,&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;You just stole my new best friend.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly realise i hate you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;Very much.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stealing my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for causing all the trouble,&lt;br /&gt;made me patch it up, and cause another trouble.&lt;br /&gt;You have all the good times together,&lt;br /&gt;And you all feel happy about it,&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;You just stole my new best friend.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This friendship is dead.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all these is happening.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very confused. I'm invisible to you.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you and you.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't anybody ever understands me.&lt;br /&gt;What i need, what i yearn for, how do i feel.&lt;br /&gt;God bless all of you. God bless me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HMT was slack. The got Lit groupings. Are we just fated, or did i owe her something in my previous life. Asshole. Everytime do group work, that bitch and I are always in the same group. Pffffft. And i still don't get it. WHY MUST SHE SEEK SO MUCH ATTENTION, THAT BITCH.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;HMT was slack. The got Lit groupings. Are we just fated, or did i owe her something in my previous life. Asshole. Everytime do group work, that bitch and I are always in the same group. Pffffft. And i still don't get it. WHY MUST SHE SEEK SO MUCH ATTENTION, THAT BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing was way worse.&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to rig up, but then,&lt;br /&gt;My sail ties were all screwed.&lt;br /&gt;So i took the sail down and started working on it,&lt;br /&gt;Then the others?&lt;br /&gt;All happily rig finish, then like stuck million dollar lottery.&lt;br /&gt;So happeh. And i was invisible to them.&lt;br /&gt;No one came to help me. I'm not supergirl.&lt;br /&gt;Then that bitch wanted to change her trolley.&lt;br /&gt;Madelaine supported her boat.&lt;br /&gt;Then she pulled the trolley out.&lt;br /&gt;Then her wheel got stuck at my trolley's wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my fault? No.&lt;br /&gt;She got lousy skills okay. Lousy pulling skills.&lt;br /&gt;Not my fault that my boat is there right. Bloody.&lt;br /&gt;"HER BOAT LAH!" Wth. Not my boat. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back to shore, all that bitch had to do to agitate me was stand there. And not help us pull our boats back to the washing bay. And i cut my leg. Pfffffffft. Screw you, bitch. Found trolleys, then helped to pull boat to washing bay. Smartasses. I washed all the sails, and the boats. And everyone went to keep their own boat, flip them, and left mine at the washing bay. So i just pulled my boat over to the area, and i just stood there. Waiting for someone. No one came to help. And then when Madelaine came, everyone rushed over to help her flip her boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What logic is this. I flip my own boat myself, and Madelaine gets the privilege of flipping it with 3 other people.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Music was fun. Composed the song lyrics, and mixed music.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the piano. Wth, i go piano, everybody go.&lt;br /&gt;And Cherlyn they all, hogged the piano. No offence!&lt;br /&gt;Why everybody copy me. The other time on Meilin's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;i started the cream smearing thing, and on that bitch's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;THEY ALL COPIED ME. Frigging hell. Made me so pissed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[And Madelaine frigging went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Was eating my waffle and drinking in her stupid class.&lt;br /&gt;And she attempted to confiscate my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha, Joyce &amp; Zakiah: Don't lah! Madelaine: I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. She eat in my class eeuuu NO! Later got ants i kenna scoldine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't type that wrongly. She really spoke like that. And halfway through the video, she kept stopping and asking questions. And the answers, she didn't even know herself. Ridiculous. And she is such a slacker. Pon gym. Pooh. Homed.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I won't ever wish you happy birthday again.&lt;br /&gt;I wished you so many times last year,&lt;br /&gt;And you didn't wish me back. &lt;br /&gt;You weren't even aware it was my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Sucker. I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people SEEK SO MUCH ATTENTION on their birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;And, you expect people to get presents for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's up to them to decide right? &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, i don't care ah. I want a plater of sushi."&lt;br /&gt;"I want so&amp;so's latest album."&lt;br /&gt;"I want planetshakers CD! Must get it okay!"&lt;br /&gt;You think only you have financial problems.&lt;br /&gt;I think after people but you the plater of sushi,&lt;br /&gt;And so&amp;so's latest album, and the CD. &lt;br /&gt;Soon, they'll face worse financial problems than you.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't give a damn to your caring and not caring.&lt;br /&gt;It's the thought that counts about presents right, not the thing itself.&lt;br /&gt;And so you expect people to really get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;If it's this case, it's not a present anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You might as well get the person to give you money, and you get it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth. Oh &amp; you're such an attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;You: You know me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No.&lt;br /&gt;You: You sure? -bombards girl with whole lot of questions-&lt;br /&gt;Girl: -unsure of situation- Huh.&lt;br /&gt;You: Were you from this class during orientation?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No.&lt;br /&gt;You: No wonder lah! &lt;br /&gt;Girl: -Shoots you a lame face-&lt;br /&gt;You expect the whole world to know you.&lt;br /&gt;If that's the case, go join the interact club. &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they'll welcome you. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And what for join ___ when you keep complaining.&lt;br /&gt;About these and that, and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. You complain about everything.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;And stop that boasting.&lt;br /&gt;You: I saw so&amp;so last week. -giggles-&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal about seeing whoever. &lt;br /&gt;Not like you saw the some important person.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if you got a boyfriend and you go,&lt;br /&gt;"Oh i met my boyfriend yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i tell you that person's name is (eg)Jane,&lt;br /&gt;You jolly well believe it's Jane. &lt;br /&gt;And not crap me some,&lt;br /&gt;You: Not Jane lah! I saw Jane before, she don't look like that one.&lt;br /&gt;Me: But then i ask ___, she say her friend is Jane.&lt;br /&gt;You: I think her name is Jenny, she don't look like Jane!&lt;br /&gt;-reconfirming with ___-&lt;br /&gt;Me: That person's name is Jane lah.&lt;br /&gt;You: Oh really? But i see her before, she don't look like that one.&lt;br /&gt;See, bet you felt embarrassed about not believing me, &lt;br /&gt;And you still continued with your story.&lt;br /&gt;Huh, don't give me excuses yaw. I don't take them.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: &lt;br /&gt;You're an extreme attention seeker.&lt;br /&gt;And a very boastful one at that.&lt;br /&gt;You can't live up to your mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;LOSER.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658140142409547228-5320671832317747706?l=littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/feeds/5320671832317747706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658140142409547228&amp;postID=5320671832317747706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658140142409547228/posts/default/5320671832317747706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658140142409547228/posts/default/5320671832317747706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-suddenly-realise-i-hate-you-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~jia~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7658140142409547228.post-907253120750305222</id><published>2008-01-05T01:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:17:50.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7658140142409547228-907253120750305222?l=littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/feeds/907253120750305222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7658140142409547228&amp;postID=907253120750305222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658140142409547228/posts/default/907253120750305222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7658140142409547228/posts/default/907253120750305222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissy-jia.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>~jia~</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
