<?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-8024553794219774229</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:24:33.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ant my friend</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effacing-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024553794219774229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effacing-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496422616568952585</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8024553794219774229.post-7033426443742528390</id><published>2009-01-10T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:11:00.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm actually typing these words down because it's been 6 months since I've posted something! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I deleted all my previous posts. Why? Because yesterday is history. &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ohgosh what did i just type?&lt;/span&gt; Today is a gift. That's why it's called the present. At least it makes sense, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Today we did prank messaging! So super bored when we were studying am matrices in the library aft lunch aft cca fair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate next week. So NOT looking forward to it. Monday there's chinese speech, and we have to go in front of the class to do it! &gt;&lt; And there's amath test, then we're going to collect our olevel chinese paper too. Tuesday there is bio test, and i'm supposed to read the whale rider for elit but i have not started yet. Then Wednesday there's chem test. CHEM CHEM. CHEM. Then I've got to finish this whole lot of theory for my exam is on 14 march testing on grade 5 theory but i've only just started on grade 4. And i shoould be taking my grade5/6 violin practical exam this year. Also, there's this christofori chinese new year thing recital thing that i have to perform with mr victor kam and it the week after next.&lt;br /&gt;I want to represent school for tabletennis comp this year, but it seems like it's really hard.. I'm going to train hard.&lt;br /&gt;There's camp evaluation meeting tmr after 2nd service, and it will end at around 5. How do i do my work?&lt;br /&gt;There's olevels this year. How do i cope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESSINGSTRESSINGSTRESSINGSTRESSINGSTRESSINGSTRESSING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;She was sitting alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tying her lonesome braid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Watching the homeless child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cry as he laid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;He was of charcoal skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Eyes of His skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;She could not tell the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Against those lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Why did you leave me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;What was your plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It was the questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;She felt from his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Some things are better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Left in the secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Of her humanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8024553794219774229-7033426443742528390?l=effacing-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://effacing-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7033426443742528390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8024553794219774229&amp;postID=7033426443742528390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024553794219774229/posts/default/7033426443742528390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8024553794219774229/posts/default/7033426443742528390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://effacing-me.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-believe-im-actually-typing-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Anthia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05496422616568952585</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>
