<?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-16678290</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:02.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPYness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>swings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08848627251729697570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16678290.post-112669252539875375</id><published>2005-09-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T03:08:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crushes.</title><content type='html'>hi... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started thinking about crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this friend, who said she would do anything for him. her crush, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; crushes, actually? aren't they just infatuations that will gradually die away once people have grown older and matured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i've read this article about this girl seeking for help in a magazine. the aunt agony section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says that she've met this guy in a cafe, and she started crushing on him. shes feeling so awful that she can't tell him; because shes only a secondary student and he's like, working already.  she says that she feels like shes being tortured. she also says that she's dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to this girl, crushes obviously aren't infatuations. shes taking crushes SO seriously... i wonder how a person can make another so... siao. crazy. insane. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nature of a crush = intense but burns itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16678290-112669252539875375?l=blackout-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112669252539875375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16678290&amp;postID=112669252539875375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112669252539875375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112669252539875375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/crushes.html' title='crushes.'/><author><name>swings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08848627251729697570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16678290.post-112669000375618386</id><published>2005-09-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:26:43.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>lalala~&lt;br /&gt;at home cos there's no netball training today. it is now on mondays and fridays only. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i just suddenly thought of, you know, running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i used to suck at it. you know, like a short distance for a longer time than expected. i could only do sprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. my stamina was so bad last time that i used to marvel at myself. HOW CAN SOMEONE WHO IS NOT OVERWEIGHT HAVE SUCH A LOW STAMINA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but N-O-W!&lt;br /&gt;YAYness...&lt;br /&gt;i can actually tahan 5 rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should've wrote this months ago, actually. its just that... i dunno. this thing just sorta came to me when i was reading a post. from a blog. yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;last time, 5 rounds [ approx. 4km] could make me die from no-air-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16678290-112669000375618386?l=blackout-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112669000375618386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16678290&amp;postID=112669000375618386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112669000375618386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112669000375618386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>swings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08848627251729697570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16678290.post-112660400717197571</id><published>2005-09-13T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T02:11:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buweah.</title><content type='html'>hi. =)&lt;br /&gt;this is my second blog... cos my previous one was... i dunno. i just wanna have a new blog or something.&lt;br /&gt;well. it wouldn't matter anyway. i don't really know of anything reading my blog or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godd... the finals are coming. the last holidays are like, LAST WEEK. and my last exams were like, LAST LAST WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. horrible. ohmygod-ness. this is so freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY EXAMS SO EARLY?!&lt;br /&gt;-stabs the teachers-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16678290-112660400717197571?l=blackout-mylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/feeds/112660400717197571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16678290&amp;postID=112660400717197571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112660400717197571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16678290/posts/default/112660400717197571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackout-mylife.blogspot.com/2005/09/buweah.html' title='buweah.'/><author><name>swings</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08848627251729697570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
