<?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-3556084224735435263</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:30:01.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream Your Heart Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alexandra lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905450261993260673</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3556084224735435263.post-6424259231398723151</id><published>2009-07-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:46:51.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never get the chance again</title><content type='html'>Awrgh. I have no idea what to do for the Geography project!&lt;br /&gt;Reason being that I lost the paper :D&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I finally confess it to the sea of publicity.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST MY PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;So, I need someone to tell me &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; we need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't blame me you know. Actually it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I lost my file. But I literally repel homework.&lt;br /&gt;When I pick up my pen and advance towards the paper, there's this repulsion!&lt;br /&gt;I just don't 'click' with homework :D&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of proving that homework is not a living matter, and showing that I have yet to lose my sanity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mae; You are! Why do you think your not??&lt;br /&gt;Camell; I am using english! :)&lt;br /&gt;Kok; Ha-ha. No, I don't :) You do.&lt;br /&gt;En Xin; Lol. But at least you know what the homework is! I don't ):&lt;br /&gt;ShiEn; What barrier??&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards justice, and futhermore! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3556084224735435263-6424259231398723151?l=screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/feeds/6424259231398723151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-get-chance-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/6424259231398723151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/6424259231398723151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-get-chance-again.html' title='never get the chance again'/><author><name>alexandra lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905450261993260673</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-3556084224735435263.post-8215362978331034479</id><published>2009-07-01T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:22:46.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make me sound like her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;don't know what the world has become today, really. One minute people are all 'iloveyou' and the next they're bitching about you behind your back cos they're angry that they got dumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. Langkawi was quite the holiday. Not long enough though, I must say. Pictures are on facebook. Or will be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just saying, hello ex-holidayers. You must be thinking that I'm skipping class or something, but the truth is, my school has one more week of holiday than locals do. HA, in your face. :D&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish one bit of my homework, so damn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I quit I quit I quit." Click Five - (They changed they're hair colour. It was black before and now it's brown. Noo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everyone want to? Everyone wants out. But no one can do so, that's what keeps earth going.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could quit. Abandon feelings, all together. We shall all be happy robots. Then there would be no hurt, no suffering no aftermass, nothing. And I would like it like that right now. If everyone was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's never that way isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;No, it isn't. There's always that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erasable, with the help of a konk out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3556084224735435263-8215362978331034479?l=screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/feeds/8215362978331034479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-place-where-you-can-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/8215362978331034479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/8215362978331034479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-place-where-you-can-just.html' title='make me sound like her.'/><author><name>alexandra lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905450261993260673</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-3556084224735435263.post-3841294809545883664</id><published>2009-05-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:03:15.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides that.</title><content type='html'>Now that the holidays are coming. The only thing to look forward to would be the slight hope of any allowance to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Unless your parents are very understanding and let you do anything as long as you have reason, then I see no reason why your looking forward to the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is generally looked forward to by me. One of the reasons is the independence.&lt;br /&gt;No adults except the teachers and members of staff (no restricting parents). In other words, you don't have to seek consent for everything, not anymore, not for this short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of school, about six hours of your day is gone. Wish it lasted longer? Not really. Cos after school is the best class. Being with your class, listening to the teacher while flinging random objects at the stoners and talking can be fun, but the risk of getting in trouble is always there. After school, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;You spend a bit more time in school, just hanging, dreading each new seconds' coming.&lt;br /&gt;Then you retreat back to the house. Of course now your under the rule of your guardians. Not like they will let you do anything. So better not ask unless you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this I conclude, I'd rather have school, despite the cons. The pros outweigh the cons, in my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Except.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in - ahh, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework - I thought I would have died if I got anymore and I had to finish it by tomorrow, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazing around all day - can't you just feel your body aching for you to just lie in bed all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous usage of devices - people like me are too lazy to bring their computer to school every single day. Besides, the internet is already set up here. and i have my comfy roller chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using your house phone to talk - so your phone bill will be under a hundred this month. And maybe, just maybe your parents will start trusting you more if that happens. That equates to more independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I don't get the independence, the trust will be something I'd very much love. Is it just me, or does every child growing up experience the feeling. That where you finally realize what your parents really think of you. Or what you think they do. That they still treat you like a child that listens and follows orders without requesting a reason. Like someone that does things 'because they have to' and even though they don't want to, not have a pinch of irritation or reluctance anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3556084224735435263-3841294809545883664?l=screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/feeds/3841294809545883664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/05/besides-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/3841294809545883664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/3841294809545883664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/05/besides-that.html' title='Besides that.'/><author><name>alexandra lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905450261993260673</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-3556084224735435263.post-1012510141090040226</id><published>2009-05-24T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T05:59:44.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not casual up to that extreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;You don't a dream come true when you are adapting to the circumstances of the current situation that was finally going in your favor. The school is finally appeared within my reaching limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;Just when I thought I was going to be alright just where I am, right now, right here. Just when I thought that the school was nothing but an obsession due to the praises of the esteem that it had. When I was getting accustomed to going on with life, and accepting boarding school as something that wasn't mine to have.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;But then, nothing can be perfect all the time. Perfect is just a word used when something miniature from the whole chaos gets fixed. Nothing can be truly perfect, all around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;It could have been a perfect dress, but the one wearing it would never truly fit the dress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;The dress is simple, it has no real personality. Edgy or sweet could describe how the dress looks. I don't believe in simple people, with only one side and not more than one belief that can be used as a reason in every situation. If that person is really that simple, the whole world would follow his or her philosophy. That philosophy would be possible, since it is a person living by that philosophy. If the whole world decided to follow the philosophy, then it must be a good one that solves their problems since humanity tends to like happiness more than bitterness. Then there would be no pain and suffering.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;That has OBVIOUSLY not been done yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Calibri"&gt;Forgive me if I'm wrong, it's just my view of how the world goes round. My facts, not the ones of the world, which are proven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3556084224735435263-1012510141090040226?l=screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/feeds/1012510141090040226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-casual-up-to-that-extreme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/1012510141090040226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3556084224735435263/posts/default/1012510141090040226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://screamyour-heartout.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-not-casual-up-to-that-extreme.html' title='It&apos;s not casual up to that extreme'/><author><name>alexandra lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17905450261993260673</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>
