<?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-5172407</id><updated>2011-04-28T16:34:54.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chiamm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-109576765122557776</id><published>2004-09-21T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T04:54:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slide along side-- shiftyOne love one shotIt's all we ever gotGirl you got me startedNow I'm not gonna stopNow slide along side yeah baby that's rightI'm gonna show you the time of your lifeOh girly girly come and dance with meMove that naughty body come close to meNow slide along side yeah baby that's rightI'm gonna show you the time of your lifeThis is it love It's what dreams are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109576765122557776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109576765122557776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109576765122557776' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-109434920877935554</id><published>2004-09-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T18:53:28.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer of '69-- Bryan AdamsI got my first real six-stringBought it at the five-and-dimePlayed it till my fingers bledIt was the summer of '69Me and some guys from schoolHad a band and we tried real hardJimmy quit and Jody got marriedI shoulda known we'd never get farOh when I look back nowThat summer seemed to last foreverAnd if I had the choiceYa - I'd always wanna be thereThose </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109434920877935554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109434920877935554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109434920877935554' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-109429957810148010</id><published>2004-09-04T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T05:06:18.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't it Be Nice-- the Beach BoysWouldn't it be nice if we were olderThen we wouldn't have to wait so longAnd wouldn't it be nice to live togetherIn the kind of world where we belongYou know it's gonna make it that much betterWhen we can say goodnight and stay togetherWouldn't it be nice if we could wake upIn the morning when the day is newAnd after having spent the day togetherHold </summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109360922240565812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109360922240565812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109360922240565812' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-109016076817316323</id><published>2004-07-18T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T07:26:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get well soon..please..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109016076817316323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/109016076817316323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109016076817316323' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108943808680558636</id><published>2004-07-09T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T22:41:26.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bright LightsMatchbox 20She got out of townOn a railway, New York boundTook all except my nameAnother alien out on BroadwaySome things in this world you just can't changeSome things you can't see until it gets too lateBaby, baby, babyWhen all your love is gone,Who will save meFrom all I'm up against out in this world?Maybe, maybe, maybeYou'll find something that's enough to keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108943808680558636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108943808680558636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108943808680558636' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108882285826708318</id><published>2004-07-02T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T19:47:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vindicated--Dashboard ConfessionalHope dangles on a stringLike slow spinning redemptionWinding in and winding outThe shine of it has caught my eyeAnd roped me inSo mesmerizing, so hypnotizingI am captivated[Chorus:]I am VindicatedI am selfishI am wrongI am rightI swear I'm rightI swear I knew it all alongAnd I am flawedBut I am cleaning up so wellI am seeing in me now the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108882285826708318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108882285826708318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108882285826708318' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108765222941410042</id><published>2004-06-19T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T06:37:09.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today feels damn off.i don't know why..ok i shall stop saying i don't know. its too easy an excuse. arh was going to narrate the whole day's happenings but just thinking abt it is tiring enough. i'm drained. probably from studying so much yesterday. my study stamina's really bad atm..got to get it up ugh..and my self esteem is dipping..ugh..i need smth refreshing to happen. smth that will perk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108765222941410042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108765222941410042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108765222941410042' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108714809856038396</id><published>2004-06-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T10:34:58.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adam's SongBlink 182I never thought I'd die aloneI laughed the loudest, who'd have known?I traced the cord back to the wallNo wonder it was never plugged in at allI took my time, I hurried upThe choice was mine, I didn't think enoughI'm too depresed to go on, you'll be sorry when I'm goneI never conquered, rarely came16 just held such better daysDays when I still felt aliveWe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108714809856038396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108714809856038396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108714809856038396' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108696120817507657</id><published>2004-06-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T06:40:08.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanx dawn for trying to cheer me up just now. guess i'm feeling slightly better now. at 4 went out to this bball court arnd my estate and started shooting hoops..welcomed the scorching sun in the hope that my freaking ghost white face would get a little burnt..haha! felt gd touching the ball agn after such a long time, haha the 3pters that went in! after that i was rather exhausted n sweaty, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108696120817507657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108696120817507657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108696120817507657' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108693853854773780</id><published>2004-06-11T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T00:22:18.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCKING FRIDAY-- I'm in the middle of it. it was initially packed with activities from morning till night. but now two of them are gone. was supposed to have ns medical in the morn from 9-12 after which i rushed down to town to meet up with my cousins (sorta a farewell thing for this cousin before her family went overseas), and then in the evening was supposed to catch a movie with this friend. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108693853854773780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108693853854773780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108693853854773780' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108617767629395772</id><published>2004-06-02T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T05:01:16.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck.everything seems to be crashing down. going wrong. feels wrong. in the midst of all this shit there's just this perpetual guilt to study study study. fuck it. there's hell more to life than just studying for a damn exam. i've seriously lost all my directions. used to be pretty damn sure of what the hell i wanted and where i was headed in life. but someone, something, some people told me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108617767629395772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108617767629395772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108617767629395772' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108527920690506461</id><published>2004-05-22T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:26:46.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why does everything always seem harder than it has to be? i believe there's always an easier way, a road that doesn't take a winding detour thwarted with obstacles; a straight road where we can see the end really clearly. but somehow we always have to doubt our senses and play stupid games with our minds, envisioning obstacles that really aren't anything much. we should just close our eyes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108527920690506461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108527920690506461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527920690506461' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108420127868315855</id><published>2004-05-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T08:01:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ReasonHoobastankI'm not a perfect personAs many things I wish I didn't doBut I continue learningI never meant to do those things to youAnd so I have to say before I goThat I just want you to know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I'm sorry that I hurt youIt's something I must live with everydayAnd all the pain I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108420127868315855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108420127868315855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108420127868315855' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108394987354962239</id><published>2004-05-07T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T10:15:34.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Want You Bad-- The OffspringIf you could only read my mindYou would know that things between usAin't rightI know your arms are open wideBut you're a little on the straight sideI can't lie Your one viceIs you're too niceCome around now can't you see I want you All tattooedI want you bad Complete meMistreat meWant you to be bad If you could only read my mindYou would know </summary><link 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thinkin' how you've grown up or how you missed out?Things are never gonna be the way you want.Where's it gonna get you acting serious?Things are never gonna be quite what you want.Or even at 25, you gotta start sometime.I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108307197331875525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108307197331875525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108307197331875525' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108206888892571946</id><published>2004-04-15T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T15:45:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammit -- Blink 182It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons The season is calling and your pictures are falling down The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face The timing and structure did you hear he fucked her? A day late a buck short I'm writing the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108206888892571946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108206888892571946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108206888892571946' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108126658235361974</id><published>2004-04-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T08:59:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there're still certain 'taboo songs' on my playlist tt i avoid playing. trashy jay chou n sean paul songs aside, those songs hold a certain significance, sort of a bookmark back to a particular event. every now n then, when the shuffle's on n it chances upon these songs, it never fails to strike a chord of melancholy. for tt few moments, reality just slips away and n memories, flashbacks suddenly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108126658235361974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108126658235361974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108126658235361974' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108037562588038786</id><published>2004-03-27T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T00:23:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if u slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108037562588038786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108037562588038786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108037562588038786' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108022453966293279</id><published>2004-03-25T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T06:25:43.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dashboard Confessional - Again I Go UnnoticedSo quiet.Another wasted nightThe television steals the conversation.Exhale.Another wasted breathagain it goes unnoticed.Please tell me you're just feeling tired,cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break.Out of touch. Out of time.Please send me anything but signals that are mixed,cause I can't read your rolling eyes.Out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108022453966293279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108022453966293279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108022453966293279' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108013976226058746</id><published>2004-03-24T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T06:52:44.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nelly Furtado - TryAll I knowIs everything is not as it's soldbut the more I grow the less I knowAnd I have lived so many livesThough I'm not oldAnd the more I see, the less I growThe fewer the seeds the more I sowThen I see you standing thereWanting more from meAnd all I can do is tryThen I see you standing thereWanting more from meAnd all I can do is tryI wish I hadn't seen all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108013976226058746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108013976226058746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108013976226058746' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108013954620128478</id><published>2004-03-24T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T06:49:08.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok fuck the previous two entries..they're blatant lies.wouldn't have bothered much abt commons before today, and i didn't. just didn't seem to carry any implications so what the hell..but yea the thought of rollason n his temper is really quite a scary thought, along with his threats of dropping the subject. wtf! wouldn't say tt commons bothered me until tonight. don't know the slightest shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108013954620128478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108013954620128478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108013954620128478' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-108003716821024551</id><published>2004-03-23T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T02:22:50.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha toughest econs paper i've ever sat for..but thank goodness i was sufficiently prepared. feels good to be on top of my work. haha now this paper will separate me from the measely sediments. hello econs A!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108003716821024551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/108003716821024551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108003716821024551' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107986918547947540</id><published>2004-03-21T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T03:43:03.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha can't wait for tmrw cos tmrw marks the start of common tests!!! psyched up...never studied so much for a measely common test before...gonna ace every paper manz...with a wee bit of luck, i'll get 3As and a B...eat dirt everyone!!! n u all thought i was unprepared..hahahhaaha evans mcconnell sowden lui kwok rollason will all be so damn proud of me. this is where my results take a turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107986918547947540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107986918547947540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107986918547947540' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107979904375058376</id><published>2004-03-20T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T08:14:01.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hands DownDashboard ConfessionalBreathe in for luck breathe in so deep this air is blessed you share with me This night is wild so calm and dull These hearts they race from self control Your legs are smooth as they graze mine We're doing fine we're doing nothing at all.My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.So won't you kill me, so I die happy.My heart is yours to fill or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107979904375058376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107979904375058376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107979904375058376' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107949048509788665</id><published>2004-03-16T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T18:31:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do u ever lose respect for your parents? cos i just did over these two days. totally disgusted by my mum's fickleness and how she thinks its entirely up to her fleeting emotions to want a dog or give it back. not the slightest bit of consideration for the previous owner who had too many dogs already, for the dog who'd have to change hands so many times, and even for herself regarding how it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107949048509788665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107949048509788665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107949048509788665' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107910497264163527</id><published>2004-03-12T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T07:25:59.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>butterfly effect. really great show.. just makes u think so much about how every decision you make leads you down a narrower path to an unknown outcome. there's no such thing as a win-win situation in the big picture; someone's sure to get hurt. and what a big sacrifice that was: to give up knowing the one u truely love. not many ppl can do that. i can't..anyhow, amy smart! you rock!! totally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107910497264163527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107910497264163527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910497264163527' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107822547606994161</id><published>2004-03-02T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T03:07:29.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a crazy two weeks its been. reaching home at abt 11 every night, opening my books only to close em and drift off into sleep, only to wake up the next morning feeling like i had just closed my eyes. its a viscious cycle. cca stuff is prob the most uplifting thing in the entire day. gives a sense of imptance, and it has this numbing effect. but at the end of it all it makes u feel like shit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107822547606994161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107822547606994161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107822547606994161' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107710695266895146</id><published>2004-02-18T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T04:25:08.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today's got to be the happiest day in quite a few weeks! first time i come home early! haha. but just when i was glad total defence day is over and i don't have to worry and stress about organizing some shit, cj calls and i check on this list and my name's under ORA..wth..ORA's bigger, nastier and its not supposed to be under faction. what the hell's wrong with the sch admin??!! help. drowning in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107710695266895146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107710695266895146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107710695266895146' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107642729577797406</id><published>2004-02-10T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T07:37:21.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there're hell lotta bored and retarded ppl in rj..yea i'm talking abt all you idiots who like to gossip and spread stuff abt ppl..get a fucking life of your own..then maybe u can spend more time talking abt your own little interesting experiences rather than having to create ones in your little fantastical minds..and unless u're fucking homosexual, why would going out be considered proof of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107642729577797406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107642729577797406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107642729577797406' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107570794756530786</id><published>2004-02-01T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T23:48:02.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hah think i'm getting too busy or too lazy to bother making this blog worth anyone's time. but its true..quite dumb letting ppl read abt your negative thoughts abt others and how vulnerable you are. blogs really are just a place to display what u want others to see isn't it? anyway, think our junior class 1a13a's really cool. totally changed my impression of em. when i first saw em on fac i day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107570794756530786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107570794756530786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570794756530786' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107380292914950634</id><published>2004-01-10T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T22:37:50.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling ThisBlink 182(Get ready for action!)I got to regret right now (I'm feeling this)The air is so cold and low (I'm feeling this)Let me go in her room (I'm feeling this)I wanna take off her clothes (I'm feeling this)I love all the things you do(I'm feeling this)Show me the way to bed (I'm feeling this)Show me the way you move (I'm feeling this)Fuck it its such a blur(I'm feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107380292914950634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107380292914950634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107380292914950634' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107296510272082294</id><published>2004-01-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T05:53:15.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit...i dun wanna go back to sch..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107296510272082294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107296510272082294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107296510272082294' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107222722423504774</id><published>2003-12-23T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T16:55:06.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh and merry xmas to everyone out there! managed to pick up presents for some of u..hope there's a chance to give em out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107222722423504774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107222722423504774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107222722423504774' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107222715222692631</id><published>2003-12-23T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T16:53:54.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hahaha i'm back from aussie! landed at 9.40 last night..was a great experience going arnd ourselves, and had lotsa interesting stories from down under! haha! bought quite a lot of stuff (mostly for myself haha), so much so i was surrounded by hand-carry shopping bags on the airplane! oh and i tried my hand (or legs) at surfing at the Bondi and Manly beaches! way cool!! hahaha got a few experts to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107222715222692631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107222715222692631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107222715222692631' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107093323656222408</id><published>2003-12-08T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T17:28:18.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha! its off to australia for me! finally after a week in this shithole i can get away from everything in spore..still remember how i always imagined walking thru the departure gates at the airport whenever i studied there for promos and its really happening later today at 7pm!haha..what fun!!looking forward to doing a lot of things and lots of shopping...and eating! hahaha arh well will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107093323656222408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107093323656222408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107093323656222408' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-107000911051307817</id><published>2003-11-28T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T00:45:58.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're GoneMatchbox TwentyI Think I've Already Lost YouI Think You're Already Gone I Think I'm Finally Scared NowYou Think I'm Weak But I Think You're WrongI Think You're Already LeavingFeels Like Your Hand Is On The DoorI Thought This Place Was An EmpireBut Now I'm Relaxed I Can't Be SureI Think You're So Mean I Think We Should TryI Think I Could Need This In My LifeI Think I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107000911051307817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/107000911051307817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107000911051307817' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106993535387230362</id><published>2003-11-27T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T04:16:40.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha damn happy..my dad finally gave a concrete 'yes' to our aussie trip so three of us are going to fly there w/o parents w/o adults, all on our own!! backpacking!! ain't that cool? no prissified hotels!! really excited abt the idea of wondering arnd aussie on our own and just doing the stuff we like to do..gonna buy lotsa surf-stuff, rugby world cup merchandise, (smuggle a koala home perhaps),</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106993535387230362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106993535387230362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106993535387230362' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106946342116428591</id><published>2003-11-21T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:10:59.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Artist: Foo FightersAlbum: The X-Files SoundtrackFoo Fighters --Walking After You Words and music: Dave Grohl Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds Dreaming aloud Things just won't do without you, matter of fact Ohh ohh ohhhhh, I'm on your back I'm on your back Ohh ohh ohhhhh, I'm on your back If you'd accept surrender, I'll give up some more Weren't you adored? I cannot be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106946342116428591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106946342116428591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106946342116428591' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106911935508841539</id><published>2003-11-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:36:28.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's weird how so many friends come and go. they don't really 'go' physically, but that's the worst part about it-- they're there but they've gone (or are going). and i'm not talking about a single individual but its really quite a number of people. we drift away from some people whom we've been close to before and it always feels kinda weird that that person knows so much about you although </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106911935508841539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106911935508841539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106911935508841539' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106851406161251182</id><published>2003-11-10T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T17:32:39.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a good bye but just for now: a tribute to mr reevesbut it was a rather good one last night. dinner at marche's with mr reeves and taking photos. a whole year with him has past and we're not going to see much of him anymore, which is sad but i guess it happens. i guess i wasn't really as impressed with his style of teaching as many others but no doubt, he is comparatively the best econs tutor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106851406161251182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106851406161251182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106851406161251182' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106821728210256571</id><published>2003-11-07T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T07:01:42.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love today.started off on a lousy note but it ended off really wellmorning had chi ao which wasn't too bad, then us guys went for lunch together at yoshi...four of us actually..which was quite alright i guess..was quite miffed over dunno what on the bus ride there but it was alright already over lunch. then we wenta bowl at cine and woah i hit 160! haha then there was walking arnd..lotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106821728210256571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106821728210256571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106821728210256571' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106811640518242027</id><published>2003-11-06T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T03:00:23.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn..in a damn foul mood for several reasons. i wish some ppl would disappear, wish that i didn't have to study for chinese ao, and for that matter, wish that i didn't have to take it tmrw, and wish that i could just run away from so many things right now, and wish that i had the money to buy so many things...damn tired from the entire day. was dead beat by like 3pm, sleeping on the train ride</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106811640518242027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106811640518242027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106811640518242027' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106777552569798762</id><published>2003-11-02T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T04:18:58.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm dead tired. but it's really been a great weekend (maybe with the exception of pw-filled-today).gave myself a little extended weekend on friday, and went out with classmates for dinner and some bk launch thing. never intended to go for it but it turned out quite alright i guess..then wenta father flanagans (however u spell tt) w jo charm gaya and then to boat quay!! haha walked up and down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106777552569798762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106777552569798762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106777552569798762' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106756320701325372</id><published>2003-10-30T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:20:41.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye To YouMichelle BranchOf all the things I believe inI just want to get it over withTears from behind my eyesBut I do not cryCounting the days that past me byI've been searching deep down in my soulWords that I'm hearing are starting to get oldLooks like I'm starting all over againThe last three years were just pretend and I sayGoodbye to youGoodbye to everything I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106756320701325372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106756320701325372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756320701325372' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106756269385592597</id><published>2003-10-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T17:11:43.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you see? i'm how attentive in chi class! haha awake to take the rest of the class sleeping!hahaha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106756269385592597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106756269385592597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106756269385592597' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106707255598929831</id><published>2003-10-25T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:02:38.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and have u seen my car? it was on display in town recently..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707255598929831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707255598929831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106707255598929831' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106707223607598811</id><published>2003-10-25T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:01:56.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my room! hahaisn't it great to have a hp with a camera??!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707223607598811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707223607598811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106707223607598811' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106707107386892225</id><published>2003-10-25T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T01:37:56.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha plans for aussie trip's taking shape! we're confirmed flying! haha.. so so fun..arh 2 weeks of no parents, no hot humid singaporean weather, no shitty ppl, just pure fun with good friends..and haha the independance!!!!!but for now i'm dead tired...fatigue frm the past few days of going out and all has finally caught up with me. finally started doing smth physical yest--running rnd the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707107386892225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106707107386892225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106707107386892225' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106690938145292442</id><published>2003-10-23T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T04:43:01.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha what a day. entire morn was just anticipating that few minutes on the netball court. and when it finally came i felt like puking. real bad.. look arnd u and u see colourful clothes lining the first and second levels of the canteen and hall. all arnd. and it's so damn noisy with those screams and shouts. but at least the tech didn't screw up this time. haha and it was kinda fun. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106690938145292442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106690938145292442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106690938145292442' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106648197876390442</id><published>2003-10-18T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T05:59:38.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha promos are technically over..cept for econs mcq but yea..that's just an hour and a half..no biggie..shall just spend tmrw studying for it and it'll be over before i know it..so many things to do after promos. the list's endless..and things are finally falling into place. the pieces picked up and sorted out, some discarded, others re-looked, and i'm rather pleased with the current outcome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106648197876390442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106648197876390442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106648197876390442' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106545158233776468</id><published>2003-10-06T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T07:46:21.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate the way things in the future are always a consequence of your actions at present. promos decide s-paper, and s-paper decides scholarship and (bet u didn't think of this, but yea..) some ns thingy. yz said so. haha. and it just sucks to think that your potential for tmrw is going to be limited by your actions today. and that's kinda why i'm really starting to get worried for promos. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106545158233776468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106545158233776468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106545158233776468' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106502230407605618</id><published>2003-10-01T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T08:31:43.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guess it really is a part of sch life to meet such ppl, and it's rather comforting to know you're not the only one who meets such ppl. you don't even know me. why don't you go spend more time figuring out two-faced self before you go arnd assuming u know a lot about a person and screwing them up?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106502230407605618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106502230407605618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106502230407605618' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106484457824680417</id><published>2003-09-29T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:09:38.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You'd better be ready to accept the repercussions of your actions. Damned hypocrite.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106484457824680417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106484457824680417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106484457824680417' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106470998677470921</id><published>2003-09-27T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T17:46:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm no nice movies currently...none that i haven't watched that is. italian job was real good, my boss's daughter was real funny, hollywood homicide was funny and action filled, but still have yet to watch pirates and turn left turn right..yes yes i know a lot of ppl have said it sucks but i still wanna catch it for myself..after all i have my credit card..hahaha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106470998677470921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106470998677470921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106470998677470921' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106414713606326273</id><published>2003-09-21T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T05:25:35.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Boys of SummerThe AtarisNobody on the roadNobody on the beachI feel it in the airThe summer's out of reachEmpty lake, empty streetsThe sun goes down aloneI'm drivin' by your houseThough I know you're not at homeBut I can see you-Your brown skin shinin' in the sunYou got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, babyAnd I can tell you my love for you will still be strong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106414713606326273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106414713606326273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106414713606326273' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106410810359978099</id><published>2003-09-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T18:35:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eyes burning, head's heavy, but can't really get back to slp. ugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106410810359978099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106410810359978099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106410810359978099' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106410681744297289</id><published>2003-09-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T18:13:37.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yest was lots of fun!! felt really fulfilling. started off the day going out to study at like 11.45 arnd marina area. did some econs and history readings. then at abt 2.45 wenta j8, had lunch with a friend before going down for trng at ri. it nearly turned ugly though..dumb coach didn't stay cos it was raining or cos the old boys weren't there..wth..but oh well we played by ourselves anyway and </summary><link 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through With my heart in one Chorus: Why do I still cry for you Dying to get close to you Why do I still fear to face The ghost of you How I tried to get you off my mind But you return - all the time I believed I could just let you go Like the fool I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106389548720339856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106389548720339856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106389548720339856' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106370818146341275</id><published>2003-09-16T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T03:29:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really tired from staying in sch last night. doubt i'd do it again..back aching quite badly. ugh. right now, i'm just really glad i managed to pull thru this rather long day. really kinda went thru this whole day in sort of a daze-- heavy head, heavy eyelids etc. there were pretty funny moments to today i guess..got quite a surprise/shock when charmian passed me this present from jo and her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106370818146341275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106370818146341275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106370818146341275' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106354947415949169</id><published>2003-09-14T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T07:24:34.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ugh sch tmrw. can't sleep till 8 anymore, gotta see ppl i don't wanna see, gotta sit thru lessons till late afternoon. should come up with a '10 things i hate abt sch' list sometime. guess promos are the main thing distasteful abt term4. gotta think of stuff to do after that again. -jo! charm! anyone else! how bout that backpacking thingy? its a damn cool idea!! must materialize it yah? -more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106354947415949169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106354947415949169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106354947415949169' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106350580759335877</id><published>2003-09-13T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T19:16:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha the past few days have been great! had a wonderful bday! thanx to everyone who made it special for me. the bday wishes and all. made a new friend today too. none that any of u would ever know. haha! and yesterday was kinda cool. had to wake up pretty early though. went to sentosa to play beach volley. haha was damn fun and we were really psyched up when we won our first match, then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106350580759335877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106350580759335877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106350580759335877' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106325303259667873</id><published>2003-09-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T21:03:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shit i'm scared. what the hell...? it's not supposed to be like that..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106325303259667873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106325303259667873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106325303259667873' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106324120412858390</id><published>2003-09-10T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:50:57.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love Will Keep Us AliveEaglesI was standingAll alone against the world outsideYou were searchingFor a place to hideLost and lonelyNow you've given me the will to surviveWhen we're hungry... love will keep us aliveDon't you worrySometimes you've just gotta let it rideThe world is changingRight before your eyesNow I've found youThere's no more emptiness insideWhen we're hungry... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106324120412858390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106324120412858390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106324120412858390' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106312027418304488</id><published>2003-09-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T08:11:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>night of revelations. so many thoughts flowing thru my mind and it's good that i can put a finger to everyone of them. not those disjointed dispersed thoughts. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106312027418304488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106312027418304488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106312027418304488' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106298666312897489</id><published>2003-09-07T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T19:04:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody Hurts R.E.M.When your day is longAnd the nightThe night is yours aloneWhen you're sure you've had enough of this lifeWell hang onDon't let yourself goCause everybody criesAnd everybody hurtsSometimesSometimes everything is wrongNow it's time to sing along(When your day is night alone)Hold on, hold on(If you feel like letting go)Hold onIf you think you've had too much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106298666312897489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106298666312897489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106298666312897489' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106268849227871166</id><published>2003-09-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T08:14:52.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tmrw's the last day of term 3! haha this term has really passed by so fast!! makes me look back at the many events that have happened thru out this term. and all in the short span of 2 and a half months. hmm k maybe looking back isn't such a good idea. kinda a bitter-sweet thing-- real relieved and glad that term's coming to a close, what with the one week break, an eventful and fulfilling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106268849227871166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106268849227871166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106268849227871166' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106242599099961294</id><published>2003-09-01T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T07:19:50.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha ok, so yesterday was really an exception. today's back to another boring, "bear-with-it" day. don't feel like commenting much on it. arh sch tmrw. nothing much about sch seems to perk me up 'cept for faction stuff..? just think faction stuff's rather fun to do(cept for dumb ass stretches where they take us for cheap[wait free] labour). hmm and there's bball to vent anger and frustration. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106242599099961294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106242599099961294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106242599099961294' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106234766731612338</id><published>2003-08-31T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T09:34:27.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah! what a day it's been. must say it's the first day i've felt so good about in quite a while! managed to finish a few pieces of hmwk at esplanade library. love studying there. pretty view and ambience. and it just feels really relaxing in the evenings when the sky darkens and has this mild glow from the city lights. had dinner at cafe cartel and then went back to esplanade for the free gig.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106234766731612338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106234766731612338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106234766731612338' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106220589446987047</id><published>2003-08-29T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T18:11:34.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's weird how sometimes you don't know what to make of something that happens. usually there'd at least be an opinion abt things that have happened but it just seems that all i can do is just watch in bewilderment at everything pass by. not that i can do anything abt it but i don't know what to think either. didn't know what i could say to make it better so i guess keeping quiet was the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106220589446987047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106220589446987047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106220589446987047' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106190639945687576</id><published>2003-08-26T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T06:59:59.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey thx dude, for hanging out just now..guess we didn't talk abt anything really serious but yea..was gd to have you walk arnd with me..nothing's coming together yet..all still very much dispersed and fluttering thoughts..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106190639945687576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106190639945687576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106190639945687576' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106190618783244025</id><published>2003-08-26T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T06:56:27.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>motorcycle drive by's stuck in my head..been playing on my discman the entire day and its still playing on my comp. there's smth abt this song..hmm...getting delirious on this song..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106190618783244025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106190618783244025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106190618783244025' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106169353081539007</id><published>2003-08-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T19:52:10.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oops..woke up at 10.15. too late to go to make it to church on time. haha was honestly intending to go today, even set my alarm at 8.30! oh well, shall go swim later and do work the rest of the day. yea screw jc life. it just sucks. everything about it. yesterday was damn fun!! haha..rather i guess. cept for the fact that i wenta sch at 8.30 thinking trng was in the morn..wth..felt damn dumb..</summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106146552735892742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106146552735892742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106146552735892742' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106068950652272426</id><published>2003-08-12T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T05:03:19.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blink 182-- Going Away To CollegePlease take me by the handIt's so cold out tonightI'll put blankets on the bedI won't turn out the lightJust don't forget to think about meAnd I won't forget youI'll write you once a week she saidWhy does it feel the sameTo fall in love or break it offAnd if young love is just a gameThen I must have missed the kick offDon't depend on me to ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106068950652272426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106068950652272426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106068950652272426' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106061104159474945</id><published>2003-08-11T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T07:10:41.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah..what a refreshing change..haha..thanx lisa for helping out with it!! didn't really understand what u were saying abt all the css stuff and what not..but oh well..its done anyhow..thanx! nth exciting abt today..pretty dead day in fact..prob except for cow's embarrassing ordela in class...wahahhaha...moo to u...that'll teach u a thing or two abt chatting up prospect bulls in class..haha..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106061104159474945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106061104159474945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106061104159474945' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-106018104645476545</id><published>2003-08-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T07:57:19.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a long weekend that's coming up..half day tmrw, no lessons on fri, n'tl day on sat, sunday, and back to sch agn..seems like everyday's packed...yet it doesn't seem all too appealing..and what with this cursed cold and cough..used up 4 pkts of tissue today...think i'm a walking germ bag..passed it on to some of my classmates already i think..i hate the guessing game..sucks to not know what's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106018104645476545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/106018104645476545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106018104645476545' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105956945369610952</id><published>2003-07-30T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T05:50:53.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm think that guy made quite abit of sense..to think serena and i were quite apprehensive abt having to have lunch at the big shots table..the ex-ri guy was real amiable..and gotta admit he made a lot of sense abt how we should take things in life.."don't hold on tightly to anything..it all comes and goes" can't really remember the exact words but guess it was smth like that..and hmm..teo chee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105956945369610952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105956945369610952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105956945369610952' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105956877147848418</id><published>2003-07-30T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T05:39:31.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is weird..used to be real excited abt getting that 1k..but now it doesn't seem much to me..jo sounded pretty enthusiastic when she said that they deposited it in our accounts already..hmm..maybe money really isn't that impt after all..=/ hmm..thats weird..gotta check back with that list..Things to buy (with $1000-updated): -duffel bag (bought) woohoO!! and i didn't even havta pay w/ my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105956877147848418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105956877147848418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105956877147848418' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105922399237774150</id><published>2003-07-26T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T05:53:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarah McLachlan - Angel Spend all your time waiting for that second chanceFor a break that would make it okayTheres always some reason To feel not good enoughAnd its hard at the end of the dayI need some distraction oh beautiful releaseMemories seep from my veinsLet me be empty oh and weight-less and maybe I'll find some peace tonightIn the arms of an angelFly away from here&gt;From </summary><link 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help but think abt it all...i guess miss toh was right when she said smth like "its only thru death that we learn abt life"...to think i saw her in the canteen just yesterday..and she seemed alright..smiling away and all...and then just one night and everything</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105913553559649754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105913553559649754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105913553559649754' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105874029829893905</id><published>2003-07-20T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T15:29:26.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Can't Read YouDaniel BedingfieldGotta Get Thru This I'm never shy but this is differentI can't explain the way I'm feeling tonightI'm losing control of my heartTell me what can I do to make you happyNothing I ever say seems to come out rightI'm losing control of my heartAnd I wish that I could beAnother better part of meCan't hear what your thinkingMaybe if I just let goyou'd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105874029829893905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105874029829893905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105874029829893905' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105870471046694417</id><published>2003-07-20T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T05:38:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALL OUT OF LOVE (Air Supply) I'm lying alone with my head on the phone Thinking of you till it hurts I know you hurt too but what else can we do Tormented and torn apart I wish I could carry your smile and my heart For times when my life feels so low It would make me believe what tomorrow could bring When today doesn't really know, doesn't really know Chorus: I 'm all out of love, I'm</summary><link 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what it takesCause its all in our handsWe all make mistakesYeah but its never too late to start againTake another breath and say another prayerAnd Fly Away from hereAnywhere yeah I dont careWe just fly away from hereOur hopes &amp; dreams are out there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105866230566553914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105866230566553914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105866230566553914' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105845648477220804</id><published>2003-07-17T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T08:41:24.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is to all my close friends out there...u know who u are...thanx dudes and dudettes..for everything u've done and all...and real sorry for making u all anxious abt me...u guys rock!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105845648477220804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105845648477220804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105845648477220804' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105835522089904231</id><published>2003-07-16T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T04:33:40.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Went Wrong-- Blink 182Take Off Your Pants And JacketI'm sick of always hearingAll the sad songs on the radioAll day it is there to remind an over sensitive guyThat he's lost and alone, yeahI hate our favorite restaurant, favorite movie, our favorite showWe would stay up all through the nightWe would laugh and get highAnd never answer the phoneI can't forgiveCan't forgetCan't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105835522089904231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105835522089904231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105835522089904231' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105801754381572641</id><published>2003-07-12T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T06:45:43.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The AnthemGood CharlotteThe Young And Hopeless its a new daybut it all feels old.Its a good lifethats what i'm told.But everythingit all just feels the sameAnd my high school: it felt more to melike a jail cell, a penitentiary.My time spent thereit only made me seeThat I dont ever wanna be like you.I dont wanna do the things you do.Im never gonna hear the words you sayCause I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105801754381572641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105801754381572641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105801754381572641' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105783065123028480</id><published>2003-07-10T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T02:50:51.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was right abt sch wasn't i? almost a week into sch and it's already happening..what can i say? maybe the holidays shouldn't have happened..that way, right now sch wouldn't feel as bad as it is..or is it just me? don't you agree? it's like if u never had to go up, you'd never have to fall..or feel the fall..if the hols didn't happen, then we wouldn't have to feel the absence of it right now..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105783065123028480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105783065123028480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105783065123028480' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105782964747359654</id><published>2003-07-10T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T02:34:07.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Filter - Take A Picture lyricsAwake on my airplaneAwake on my airplaneMy skin is bareMy skin is theirsAwake on my airplaneAwake on my airplaneMy skin is bareMy skin is theirsI feel like a newbornAnd I feel like a newbornAwake on my airplaneAwake on my airplaneI feel so realChorus:Could you take my picture'Cuz I won't rememberCould you take my picture'Cuz I won't rememberCould</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105782964747359654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105782964747359654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105782964747359654' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105758543237877927</id><published>2003-07-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T06:58:48.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Hi-Fi - I'm A Fool lyricsgot nothing to loose this timeand i'm bored with the same old linesi never know what to do or what to say to youone look and you'll knock me outyou put me on the floor with a ten counti don't wanna make a scene i gotta make you seethat i've been waiting for a girl like youand i know there's nothing i could do[chorus:]don't wanna make you hurtdon't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105758543237877927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105758543237877927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105758543237877927' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105733512059164370</id><published>2003-07-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T09:12:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I"VE FOUND MY SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!THANX CHARMIAN!!!!! YOU ROCK!!!!!!HAHAHAHHAAArtist: Stroke 9Song: Little Black Back-PackI know it, it's a shameA shame I can't show itI see it, I can see it nowBut I'm so far below itI believe you, yes I doThe things that you say are so trueAnd I trust you, thought I could trust youNow in everything that you doDon't wanna talk about itI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105733512059164370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105733512059164370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105733512059164370' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105723255129642395</id><published>2003-07-03T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T04:42:31.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woOhoO!!!! commons are over..haha..hmm long wkend!! but hmm..thinking abt how sch's gonna return back to normal lessons..wonder how things're gonna be..hope its not like last term...that really sucked..was sucha drag..hmm..wonder what will happen..with busy schedules and all..hope it works out...=/ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105723255129642395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105723255129642395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105723255129642395' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105716209901267822</id><published>2003-07-02T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T09:08:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm haha i knew it'd be over in no time..yea!!! tmrw last paper..sorry all u ppl who take fmath or bio..study hard! and enjoy the long wkend!!! woOhOo!!!!haha...wonder what i'm gonna do during this wkend..arh smth still doesn't feel right..can't exactly get a hold of what it is..but its quite bother-some..hmmoh yea..shuyan if u're reading this, go study!!! dun regret it..just a few more months</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105716209901267822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105716209901267822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105716209901267822' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105698675179587074</id><published>2003-06-30T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T08:25:51.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tell Me It's Real LyricsK-CI &amp; JoJoIt's Real Talk:Are you for reallike how i feelcan we share a loveto last foreverand if solet me knowTitle:(Chorus)Tell me its realthe feelin that we feeltell me that its realdon't let love come just to pass us byTry is all we have to doits up to me and youto make this special love last forever moreBaby you told me that you loved me and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105698675179587074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105698675179587074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105698675179587074' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105689278312131472</id><published>2003-06-29T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T06:19:43.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm commons starts tmrw!! math!! the sub i poked at the most this past week..hmm come to think of it i didn't really poke the others much..hope easy qns come out or at least those i consider easy..no trigo or circles/elipses shit pls...acKk!! oh well can't wait till thurs afternoon where it all ends..then fri's a hol, for me at least, then comes SAT!!! woOhoo!! q fast!!! hmm just hope that sch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105689278312131472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105689278312131472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105689278312131472' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105667482754376828</id><published>2003-06-26T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T17:47:07.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read Your Mind Lyrics by Vonda Shepard Music by Mitchell Froom and Vonda Shepard We held hands and laughed Then we jumped in the water Off the jetty we'd fly As the sun got hotter We were any age Floating through space Happy for once in the human race On this sweet Sunday, and into Monday Your arms wrapped around me Where my love has found me But am I really free? If I could read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105667482754376828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105667482754376828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105667482754376828' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-105664263929907231</id><published>2003-06-26T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T08:50:39.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm ok i'm totally unprepared for common tests...wonder what will happen..just hope everything else goes fine..i dun need another reason to dread going to sch...was listening to what i go to sch for over and over..cool huh..?how having a crush on someone can actually make u wanna go to sch...but i'd rather have hols..makes more sense right? u getta see that person more often..and rj doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105664263929907231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/105664263929907231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105664263929907231' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-95811863</id><published>2003-06-18T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:04:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Badly Drawn BoyTitle: Something to talk aboutAlbum: About a boy I've been dreaming of the things i've learnt about a boyWhose bleeding, celebrate to elevateThe joy is not the same without the painIpso factoUsing up your oxygen, you know i'm shallowCalling out for extra helpYou've got to let me in or let me out0h something to talk aboutYeah something to talk aboutI've been dreaming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/95811863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172407/posts/default/95811863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chiamm.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95811863' title=''/><author><name>chiamm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04213007727134277236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172407.post-95792846</id><published>2003-06-18T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T08:10:13.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You And Me Song - The Wannadies Always will we find I tried to make you love 'Til everything's forgotten I know you hate that Bop badada, bop bop bop bop Bop badada, bop bop bop bop Always will we fight Kiss you once or twice And everything's forgotten I know you hate that I love your Sunday song The week's not yet begun And everything is quiet And it's always You and me </summary><link rel='edit' 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