<?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-8652845228160028233</id><updated>2011-07-31T14:34:46.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overrated....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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>421</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652845228160028233.post-499629543388108831</id><published>2010-05-07T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:27:41.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well hello leetle frensh... Moved to a new blog, don't say I'm not fast. And since it's my last post on here.. COLOUR BABYBEEEE. You know you missed it xxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sheesh that's pretty disgusting(the hugs and kisses).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dramaguyssexplay.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://dramaguyssexplay.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-499629543388108831?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/499629543388108831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=499629543388108831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/499629543388108831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/499629543388108831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-hello-leetle-frensh.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8728840818165224799</id><published>2010-05-07T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:55:36.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want my own domain like Reb but it's $40 per year! Sick of this format too =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe I'll be shifting to wordpress, we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8728840818165224799?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8728840818165224799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8728840818165224799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8728840818165224799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8728840818165224799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-my-own-domain-like-reb-but-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-9086696696671264778</id><published>2010-05-02T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:22:48.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/LOL.jpg"&gt;http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/LOL.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO I still love you Brenda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-9086696696671264778?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9086696696671264778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=9086696696671264778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9086696696671264778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9086696696671264778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/httpi23.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1260253171029347490</id><published>2010-05-02T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:19:54.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We say we waste time, but that is impossible. We waste ourselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time is more valuable than money. You can get more money, but you cannot get more time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to:&lt;br /&gt;-Play SSF4 at Reb's house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Study&lt;br /&gt;-Work out&lt;br /&gt;-Eat well&lt;br /&gt;-Be with Jeff&lt;br /&gt;-Be with my family&lt;br /&gt;-Have time for thyself&lt;br /&gt;-Play mahjong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1260253171029347490?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1260253171029347490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1260253171029347490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1260253171029347490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1260253171029347490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-say-you-dont-have-enough-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7236963899046302068</id><published>2010-04-29T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:20:05.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention: I don't actually have nose cancer okay. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7236963899046302068?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7236963899046302068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7236963899046302068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7236963899046302068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7236963899046302068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/attention-i-dont-actually-have-nose.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4886652040871552975</id><published>2010-04-27T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:40:19.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sheesh have to make a new set of friends. How to make friends when X is a bitch, Y is also a bitch, and Z is also a bitch? HEEEEHEEEEE exaggeration. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just get along better with guys. Girls are waaaaaaaay too much drama, and that's coming from a girl. I&lt;3UREBEKAHONLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4886652040871552975?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4886652040871552975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4886652040871552975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4886652040871552975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4886652040871552975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/sheesh-have-to-make-new-set-of-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5084821488391795441</id><published>2010-04-26T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:43:31.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY PERIOD CAME! MY PERIOD CAME! IT CAME, IT CAME IT CAME IT CAME IT CAME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh did I mention my period came?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note, went to the doctor's and I need to go to an ENT, someone specialising in the nasal area. Nose cancer FTL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5084821488391795441?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5084821488391795441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5084821488391795441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5084821488391795441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5084821488391795441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-period-came-my-period-came-it-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7266549096264410380</id><published>2010-04-21T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T22:00:44.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh there are times when I wish I had a nutritionist 24/7.. And a personal trainer wouldn't hurt either.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that hungry but should I eat a little more to keep my metabolism up? I've had less than 1000 cals.. Seriously if you have an ANSWER I WILL KISS YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7266549096264410380?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7266549096264410380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7266549096264410380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7266549096264410380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7266549096264410380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/ugh-there-are-times-when-i-wish-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8154841119706789654</id><published>2010-04-20T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:57:15.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the gym again even after yesterday where I couldn't feel my legs. Am I disciplined or what. Or is it just stubborn because my legs are aching........ WTB foot massage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8154841119706789654?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8154841119706789654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8154841119706789654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8154841119706789654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8154841119706789654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/went-to-gym-again-even-after-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3883368810675575901</id><published>2010-04-18T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:30:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES WE HAVE NO BANANAS!</title><content type='html'>For some reason that is running through my head! And waiting for Brenda is SO IRRITATINGZZZZZZ.......... Still love you =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3883368810675575901?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3883368810675575901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3883368810675575901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3883368810675575901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3883368810675575901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-we-have-no-bananas.html' title='YES WE HAVE NO BANANAS!'/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5992042073494299002</id><published>2010-04-17T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:07:11.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REALIZATION:&lt;br /&gt;We find plus-size models a joke and skinny models anorexic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5992042073494299002?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5992042073494299002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5992042073494299002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5992042073494299002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5992042073494299002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/realization-we-find-plus-size-models.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2821784619147717132</id><published>2010-04-15T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:54:18.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished watching the TM movie on a crappy site where you have to reload the movie because it stops at random times and refuses to go on, much unlike the heart of the Celine Dion song. 2 days to finish a 100 minute movie. Perseverance BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;IT HITS YOU. THE FUCKING SYRUP NUGGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm bored..: textsfromlastnight.com&lt;br /&gt;(You know you love me since I'm picking out all the good ones. While waiting for ANTM to start.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(650): areolas are like halos for boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(909): and i do it all in one night. I'm like santa but a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(240): I am like king midas for the gay community. everything I touch turns into a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(859): I'm sorry you missed class, the topic today is copy and paste. I'm not even kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(910): He passed out on the patio with nothing on but his boxers. So we put our beer caps on him. Yeah he woke up with a polka dot sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(610): I faked it too. I just spit on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(701): She said "Lay the fuck down and ill show you how its done. Ill get us both off." I did. And she did. Best words ever said before sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(214):&lt;br /&gt;A lesson I learned in the hospital....when you masturbate while attached to a heart monitor, it scares the nurses a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(859): So what if i ate it off the ground. Its like i found a five dollar bill just laying there, in burrito form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(630): I just worked out and used handles of vodka as weights. Whoever said alcoholism is detrimental to you health obviously has no fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(712): Why would he get rid of a girl with no gag reflex? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2821784619147717132?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2821784619147717132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2821784619147717132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2821784619147717132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2821784619147717132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/finished-watching-tm-movie-on-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2306083815146685702</id><published>2010-04-14T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:16:36.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FUCKING LOVE the introduction to the Tucker Max movie. ILY TM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2306083815146685702?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2306083815146685702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2306083815146685702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2306083815146685702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2306083815146685702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-fucking-love-introduction-to-tucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1974982346676473755</id><published>2010-04-11T02:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T02:38:12.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it about people's blogs that always compels us to go read it? It's the curiousity! Even I can't help it (ohai Brenda =]).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I'mbecoming old. And I know that because I honestly can't keep track of my age. I have to stop and think and wonder if I'm 18 or 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me = a non-bimbotic person who loves trashy shows. Jersey Shore, Keeping Up With the Kardashians, Giuliana &amp;amp; Bill (see I even copy the &amp;amp;), Paris Hilton's My New Bff, etc. HOMAGOODNEZZZ. Okay not so much Jersey Shore, honest! But the last 2 are hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a difference between unhealthy and fattening. For one thing, it's not healthy to starve yourself but it loses weight. I realised I actually have more unhealthy habits than fattening ones. For one, I love those carcinogenic, charred, burnt bits at the bottom of the claypot rice, and tanning. My only fattening habit is that I absolutely love (and hate at the same time) and can't resist my one vice: CHIPS. I have no idea why, since I didn't eat it THAT much as a child, only during a short holiday period in Sec 2. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an extremely bright side, I haven't had my problem flare up as often as last time. It used to be 2-3 times a week. Now it's 1-2 times every fortnight! I AM SO HAPPY. And of course having said this, it'll probably come again tomorrow, which always happens. It's fine, I'm still happy.. for now. Just that it always strikes when I'm least expecting it, and just have to be on the lookout for it. I realised this a few days ago.. and I'm very happy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active week so far, with walks, badminton, ballet, etc. Next week there are plans of more badminton, more ballet, and guess what.. hiking up Bukit Timah hill! Haha, Jeff suggested it! Although.. well I don't distrust you babe, but when it comes to exercise...... Although I have to give you credit for really playing badminton with me after saying it =] Planning to go to the gym at least once next week too, hopefully I do. No, not hoping, you want something, you've got to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen numerous blogs where they aim for eg., from not jogging before to running a marathon, and all they do is sit on their ass and not go for a run! Claiming that they "don't like it". Then complain that they're not going to be able to run a marathon. Don't fucking plan it then. Although I know I MAY be UNAWARE-LY guilty of this(pardon the french =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, raids. Haven't spoken for days on a night where there is no raid, and plus tomorrow(Sunday) AND Monday are raid nights. Ugh. Haven't slept before 2am for days. Just sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1974982346676473755?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1974982346676473755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1974982346676473755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1974982346676473755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1974982346676473755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-it-about-peoples-blogs-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-9038294710721170080</id><published>2010-04-09T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T10:43:57.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When parents hit their children, when does it go from disciplining their child to abuse? Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-9038294710721170080?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9038294710721170080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=9038294710721170080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9038294710721170080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9038294710721170080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-parents-hit-their-children-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8254183233333130609</id><published>2010-03-27T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:29:24.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finally realised why I can't like, lose weight. Because all I have at home are potato chips, chocolate and mouldy fruit, and I'm not even kidding. I go downstairs this morning hungry, see mouldy fruit in the fridge, which I'm of course not going to eat. Open the cupboard and there are 4 bags of chips. 4! Aaaaaand Snickers and Tim Tams. Realization people. What can I possibly eat out of MOULDING CRAP, chips and chocolate? Okay I need to get the idea that I can COOK FOR MYSELF in my head, I always cook for my darling but never just for myself, or it just doesn't occur to me then.&lt;br /&gt;NTS: Cook for thyself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 of the cold war with dad. Before y'all think I'm some spoiled brat, the situation is: My doorknob spoiled a couple days ago, and... and... wait for it... he scolded me for OPENING IT AND CLOSING IT TOO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me think, are parents' or children's logic more unfathomable? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;The worst part of this is that I can't ask him whether I can go to ................ Ugh. Some part of me is wondering if he's doing it on purpose just so I can't go to ............... because I just can't begin to understand how he can think that the doorknob spoiling is really my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised how much of pigs we were last night! We went to 2 restaurants and had an appetizer and 2 main courses each! Okay maybe THAT is why I'm fat. But the prawns fajitas.. were maybe worth it. Slightly drunk last night too, on a chamomile mojito from Graze. Not bad but like everything else there, overpriced. NBG &gt; Graze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8254183233333130609?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8254183233333130609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8254183233333130609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8254183233333130609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8254183233333130609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-finally-realised-why-i-cant-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7979222384880982959</id><published>2010-03-26T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:39:16.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched The Book of Eli, and the twist at the end is BRILLIANT. Of course now having said that, you'd probably go watch it and with your expectations not going to be wow-ed by it. But it's AWESOME okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day with TDH, and for dinner we went to Graze. .....and North Border Grill. Oh btw, Graze sucks. Okay it doesn't suck completely, my main dish was okay, the pan roasted fish and salsa was good, but the rest was blah. Not worth the money people. We had an appetizer and main each at Graze, then went to walk around for a while, then went to NBG afterwards. He had lamb chops and I had the prawns fajita. The prawns are !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Jersey Shore is.. indescribable. Watch to lower your IQ by about 120.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7979222384880982959?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7979222384880982959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7979222384880982959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7979222384880982959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7979222384880982959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/watched-book-of-eli-and-twist-at-end-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1587597186700920993</id><published>2010-03-25T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:05:10.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK HE HAS A BABY GIRL WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND. WTMFH. Fuck you Cam, you broke my heart. You won't get a chance with me, I'M REJECTING YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1587597186700920993?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1587597186700920993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1587597186700920993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1587597186700920993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1587597186700920993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck-he-has-baby-girl-with-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4217378919744365942</id><published>2010-03-25T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:53:12.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy crap Cam Gigandet (gee-GAN-day) is FINE. Can't beat you babe okay? But he is FINEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Just.... ugh fuck he's in Twilight. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imglanding?q=cam%20gigandet&amp;amp;imgurl=http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2009/06/cam-gigandet.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/no-blood-thanks-cam-gigandet-says-he-will-not-be-a-vampire-in-priest/&amp;amp;usg=__eah1bAzAQAs0b8dDnzQIQzSK1ms=&amp;amp;h=497&amp;amp;w=343&amp;amp;sz=60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sig2=8yFq7_40T7YkGicWTLMQUg&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=n8iPa__NEBb-eM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=90&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcam%2Bgigandet%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;ei=zlurS9S8C4GTkAWpmqWfDQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;rlz=1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1&amp;amp;start=0#tbnid=kZWKwB4OSVhNAM&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;http://images.google.com.sg/imglanding?q=cam%20gigandet&amp;amp;imgurl=http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2009/06/cam-gigandet.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/no-blood-thanks-cam-gigandet-says-he-will-not-be-a-vampire-in-priest/&amp;amp;usg=__eah1bAzAQAs0b8dDnzQIQzSK1ms=&amp;amp;h=497&amp;amp;w=343&amp;amp;sz=60&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sig2=8yFq7_40T7YkGicWTLMQUg&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;tbnid=n8iPa__NEBb-eM:&amp;amp;tbnh=130&amp;amp;tbnw=90&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dcam%2Bgigandet%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327%26tbs%3Disch:1&amp;amp;ei=zlurS9S8C4GTkAWpmqWfDQ&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;sa=N&amp;amp;rlz=1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327&amp;amp;tbs=isch:1&amp;amp;start=0#tbnid=kZWKwB4OSVhNAM&amp;amp;start=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HE'S NOT HOT. LIKE FUR REALZZZZZZZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4217378919744365942?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4217378919744365942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4217378919744365942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4217378919744365942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4217378919744365942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-crap-cam-gigandet-gee-gan-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2957264506938863424</id><published>2010-03-25T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:41:26.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So TDH asks me to cook him beef wellington. Sorry I can't make you the original version because it has foie gras and Duxelles in it! So I was looking up how to cook it, and found Gordon Ramsay's tv show "F word". His beef wellington looks 'fucking delicious', I'm going to make that for you! I like his non nonsense and fast paced show, too bad we don't get that here in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;LINK: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrF8G06HqaM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrF8G06HqaM&lt;/a&gt; (beef wellington!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my doorknob spoilt today, and had to get the management of the estate to chisel the thing away in order for it to open, since keys and such didn't work. The doorknob spoiled, and the best part is MY DAD BLAMED ME FOR IT. HE SAID I OPENED AND CLOSED IT TOO MUCH. I have nothing to say seriously. Unreasonable much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching "The Unborn" now. The main actress is hot, kind of looks like Megan Fox, and amazingly, can not act almost as much as Megan! OMG. And you also get to see a dybbuk possess an old man in a wheelchair and chase after his very old wife. Old people can run FAST when they've got a deformed, bony, upside-down-placed-head husband chasing after them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2957264506938863424?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2957264506938863424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2957264506938863424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2957264506938863424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2957264506938863424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-tdh-asks-me-to-cook-him-beef.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3424004426515840121</id><published>2010-03-24T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:47:51.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. No words for it, for the crappy start of school. Total clash of timetables, which is so weird considering I've spent 2 years in the same class with TDH. UGH. Not sad, just... resigned to this crappy thing. On the brighter side, I'm damn sure we can find a way around, somehow, so... We'll see. I wonder who's going to be in my class =S and Jeff's as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the half-full-glass perspective, some flirt is going to be in the same lectures, if not class as my boyfriend! YAY. The upside, which I've not explained, is that if she tries to make a move, I've a reason to slap her and provide enough makeup for all the models in VS for a whole year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3424004426515840121?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3424004426515840121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3424004426515840121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3424004426515840121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3424004426515840121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3203730236454983795</id><published>2010-03-09T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:34:13.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just don't get it. I don't understand why people think Cheryl Cole is hot. I really don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3203730236454983795?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3203730236454983795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3203730236454983795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3203730236454983795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3203730236454983795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-just-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2020313801606551424</id><published>2010-03-07T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:54:06.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the chef on AFC is making a marinade and it's reminding me of Andrew's puke. HAHA the moron owes me 10k gold and $10 for the cab wash. Thanks for making us smell your puke in the cab, damn nice. That's what you get, Andrew, for making a stupid bet like being able to down a whole freaking bottle of Shiraz in 7 minutes and not being able to puke. Smart, real smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was fun. Buried Jovett, swam around, made out with Jeff in the sea(that's new), had salted egg yolk crab and curry fishhead and mantou at Forture. I don't think I've ever pictured that before. 6 people, just silently eating, no talking at all, enjoying their food. Truly a food orgasm. Wine Bos afterwards, where I had one glass too many. Didn't puke and was still able to walk and think straight, just more drunk than I actually wanted to be. Don't like being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally separate topic, suddenly remembered this incident when I was talking to TDH during dinner the other day, and asked him to give me a list of 5 celebs he'd screw. Kind of like the F.R.I.E.N.D.S episode, except that, of course, he's not allowed to. His list, ranked, is:&lt;br /&gt;1) Megan Fox (I did not see this coming)&lt;br /&gt;2) Paris Hilton, who apparently just has a very fuckable quality&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheryl Cole, and now that she's single, "he might actually have a chance!" HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;4) Shoot can't remember who was his 4th&lt;br /&gt;5) Alessandra Ambrosio&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he asked me, and I could not think of a single person I would really want to screw, from Hollywood. Like seriously. I actually considered Justin Bieber in a moment of desperation. Sheesh. The only person I would add on my list is Justin Long, and I can't freaking think of anyone else! I'm just not a horny person =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake Boss, on channel 16, is COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, babe was kind enough to remind me who else he'd like to fuck. It was Eva Longoria. Btw, check out this link: &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327&amp;amp;q=eva+longoria+without+makeup&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;ei=rJOTS8XJHYm2rAfT_cyuCw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result_group&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQsAQwAA"&gt;http://images.google.com.sg/images?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;rlz=1T4SKPB_enSG327SG327&amp;amp;q=eva+longoria+without+makeup&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;ei=rJOTS8XJHYm2rAfT_cyuCw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=image_result_group&amp;amp;ct=title&amp;amp;resnum=1&amp;amp;ved=0CBcQsAQwAA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2020313801606551424?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2020313801606551424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2020313801606551424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2020313801606551424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2020313801606551424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/okay-chef-on-afc-is-making-marinade-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6601000552838577947</id><published>2010-03-02T23:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:59:43.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;twenty-three.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when someone says they love you, you can't really feel it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, when they say they don't love you anymore, you feel every ounce of what was drain out of your body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twenty-four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think of all the words to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the end, i never say it. i never meant it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twenty-five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;funny how i miss you more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you're with me rather than when you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your scent, smell, your lips, face, your hands, arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't want to let you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but your absence? i wouldn't know what i'm missing out on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twenty-six.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the worst part of the hurt, it's not what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the fact that i still love you. no matter what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6601000552838577947?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6601000552838577947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6601000552838577947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6601000552838577947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6601000552838577947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/03/twenty-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2727158720110788956</id><published>2010-02-28T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:32:48.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>122 lbs. Let's see, 12 pounds in 3 months =s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2727158720110788956?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2727158720110788956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2727158720110788956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2727158720110788956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2727158720110788956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/122-lbs.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6600635132437844579</id><published>2010-02-27T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:07:29.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;twenty-two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will break. if you come near me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;should i want to stay strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6600635132437844579?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6600635132437844579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6600635132437844579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6600635132437844579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6600635132437844579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/twenty-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2989002832413054198</id><published>2010-02-27T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:49:53.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one.&lt;br /&gt;love is friendship set on fire.&lt;a href="http://xf9.xanga.com/dbae765473433264341468/b200725485.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two.&lt;br /&gt;youre saying that its over, &amp;amp; we cant be together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i really need you around.&lt;a href="http://xb4.xanga.com/4f712730c5333264341497/b193116121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three.&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye is the hardest thing to say to someone who means the world to you,&lt;br /&gt;especially when goodbye isn't what you want.&lt;a href="http://xa9.xanga.com/2f6f9b0bc4531264341540/b205593180.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four.&lt;br /&gt;in that moment, i felt my heart break. &amp;amp; i thought, "i can't live without you. i don't want to live without you,"&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; then it slowly crept into my mind that no matter how bad i wanted or needed you, it wouldn't matter.&lt;a href="http://xe0.xanga.com/4d5f8162c9033264341585/b207965170.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five.&lt;br /&gt;the next time you look back, i think you should look again. &lt;a href="http://x2d.xanga.com/649f666348732264341797/b210762763.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six.&lt;br /&gt;i don't mind it, i don't mind it all. it's like you're the swing set, &amp;amp; i'm the kid that falls. it's like the way we fight, the times i have cried, we come to blows &amp;amp; every night - that passion's there, so its got to be right.&lt;a href="http://x90.xanga.com/39fe14fa32633264341836/b206271593.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven.&lt;br /&gt;now i don't like using words like forever, but i will love you until the end of today. &amp;amp; in the morning, when i remember everything that you are, i know i'll fall for you over again.&lt;a href="http://xd2.xanga.com/6c4f4b1009733264341860/b210396848.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eight.&lt;br /&gt;be strong now because things will get better. it might be stormy now, but it can't rain forever. &lt;a href="http://xd9.xanga.com/95fe1242c5d34264341898/b209941688.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nine.&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're happy, then i am too; but i'm not afraid to admit that a part of me died when you told her "i love you."&lt;a href="http://x39.xanga.com/d49f466714630264341924/b210762861.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten.&lt;br /&gt;it was doomed from the start, should have trusted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you still mean everything to her.&lt;br /&gt;you're just not worth the fight to her anymore.&lt;a href="http://x63.xanga.com/44712511c2735264341957/b194790183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve.&lt;br /&gt;i still want to be the one to prove that love does last forever.&lt;a href="http://xc1.xanga.com/ee4e1463c7632264341995/b207268602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;no one ever gets tired of loving. but&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming,&lt;br /&gt;hearing lies, saying sorry and hurting.&lt;a href="http://xd4.xanga.com/d0f854e078d68264342003/b210762922.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourteen.&lt;br /&gt;you were a risk, a giant risk you&lt;br /&gt;reminded me exactly why i don't take risks.&lt;a href="http://x5f.xanga.com/7f98453151168264342017/b202031353.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;after all; computers crash,&lt;br /&gt;people die, relationships&lt;br /&gt;fall apart. the best we can do is breathe and reboot.&lt;a href="http://xd2.xanga.com/068f2a6517631264342050/b210762957.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;i was in love a million times.&lt;br /&gt;first when I met him and the rest,&lt;br /&gt;was when every time I look at him.&lt;a href="http://xbf.xanga.com/733e35e141431264342070/b202089539.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;"Goodfuckingluck," i wanted to say. "trying to find someone who cares like i do. who understands like i do. who is forgiving like i am. who will get your every quirk &amp;amp; positively adore it like i do. &amp;amp; when you realize that that's not out there, goodfuckingluck finding me where you left me."&lt;a href="http://xf3.xanga.com/3e8e1a0771532264342097/b206499035.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s hard to see the lines we’ve drawn until we’ve crossed them. that’s when we rely on the ones we love to pull us back &amp;amp; give us something to hold on to. then there are the clearly marked lines. the ones that if you dare cross, you may never find your way back.&lt;a href="http://xd1.xanga.com/85a897f309738264342120/b169662002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to pretend that i know everything or even that i know exactly how i feel. everything in my mind tells me to run like hell from you, but everything in my body can't stay away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i've learned to trust that. that's how it is with you, i can't stay away from you, even though that would probably be the best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i don't know if that's love or not, but it seems like it to me.&lt;a href="http://x4e.xanga.com/209f7045d6530264342163/b209941683.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty.&lt;br /&gt;this is love, isn’t it? when you notice someone’s absence &amp;amp; hate that absence more than anything? more, even, than you love his presence?&lt;a href="http://x7b.xanga.com/338f6a6463233264342193/b208664436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twenty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i love him, god, how i love him. it near enough killed me. it's so passionate, so intense, so painful, that even years afterward you still feel the hurt when you hear their name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2989002832413054198?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2989002832413054198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2989002832413054198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2989002832413054198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2989002832413054198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/one.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-807342528099817867</id><published>2010-02-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:42:57.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today:&lt;br /&gt;LAST EXAM - SF4 - fish and co., mushroom salad, shared small piece of ny fish, 10 fries, 2 tbsps rice - L4D2 - The Wolfman - dinner of wanton mee soup, veg, half cup of noodles?, charsiew, wanton, chicken liver(so weird I know) - L4D2 (yes, again) - walked around a bit - home - fruit bowl, half a 4-inch pita pizza, crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: 1500-1600 cals.&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: None I guess. Unless you count walking around, which I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH. Could have been worse, only wasn't because of TDH. Need and love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to make plans. It works better that way, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh, EXAMS ARE OVER! I feel like going out tomorrow but no one's free to go out with me =( I want to GO OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's plan:&lt;br /&gt;Half an apple, depending on the size - ballet - tan - (nfi what to do honestly) - maybe go for a walk, book the stadium for sunday - dinner - tv, comp, read, nfi, a walk? lol - sleeeeeeeeeeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-807342528099817867?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/807342528099817867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=807342528099817867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/807342528099817867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/807342528099817867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-last-exam-sf4-fish-and-co.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5902431433234106898</id><published>2010-02-26T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:08:35.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quick ass post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up - went for a walk - stretched - shower - met babe - Jap for lunch, soup udon with chicken and veg, sashimi (=]) - went to Starbucks at Holland V to study - double espresso - study - stole a bit of java chip - studied - study - study - went from sitting outside to inside - study - study went home to get textbook - SF4 at J8 - dinner at Ajisen, 1 maki, 1/3-1/2 the noodles, veg, soup, pork, egg, metabolism boosting green tea - back to Holland V - study - study - study - back home - study - /brainexplode - read mag - bowl of grapes - blog - text babe soon - SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: 1100 cals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: Maybe 200?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished FMGT in 1 day. I love you babe. Can't believe we studied all the way lol. (The SF4 doesn't count of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE EXAM TO BE OVER TOMORROW. OKAY NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5902431433234106898?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5902431433234106898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5902431433234106898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5902431433234106898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5902431433234106898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/quick-ass-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3037573576925019079</id><published>2010-02-24T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:39:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, what else can I say. I feel so defeated each time it happens but yet, I still give in to it. I try to think "You should stop right now", or I'll try to remember how guilty and stupid I felt even last time but IT DOESN'T HELP. WHAT CAN I DO. WHAT? Shame? Okay fine I'll shame myself. Ugh I'm so sick of this shit. Sick doesn't even begin to describe it. I can't identify the triggers, and don't know how to stop it. Fuck's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a (slightly) brighter note, I met Daryl today. (I had to use slightly because.. well if I don't.. TDH will QQ. Less QQ more PIUPIU please.) He is really really nice, not my type at all though LOL. No new eye candy. Ah well. (Brenda is blind okay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for tomorrow: wake up - go for a walk - stretch - shower - meet TDH - light lunch PLEASE, I'm begging myself - study - study - study - no snacking unless I'm hungry - study - study - study - study ass off - EITHER go home for dinner - nothing after dinner OR light dinner with TDH - study - study - study - sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying 12 topics in one day, go us. I love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam - salted egg yolk prawns, curry fishhead and mantou - met Daryl, SF4 - did some, um, stuff -napped - cooked some dinner - tomato soup, half a pita, fruit bowl, crackers, chocolate - walk later probably - talk to TDH - sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: About 1700 cals.&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: WALK. Even I'm feeling lazy now but I'm going to make myself go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowest point ever. You told me I turned you on and all I could think of was "You're lying."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3037573576925019079?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3037573576925019079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3037573576925019079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3037573576925019079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3037573576925019079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/alright-what-else-can-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5046396733663018246</id><published>2010-02-24T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T00:16:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T FUCKING WAIT FOR EXAMS TO BE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa coming soon. CDCDCDCDCDCDCDCD and will definitely update in and outtakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5046396733663018246?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5046396733663018246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5046396733663018246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5046396733663018246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5046396733663018246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-cant-fucking-wait-for-exams-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7461160814349131497</id><published>2010-02-18T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:55:55.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I just watched Twilight on Star Movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I said it was the crappiest thing ever? But I never watched it or read it, just hearing the storyline from word of mouth. So I thought "Wow that sounds really stupid." But now having watched it, I have to say...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god it's the stupidest, crappiest piece of shit, sorriest excuse for a storyline I have ever heard of/watched. The WHOLE movie is them either staring intensely at each other or purposely trying not ot look at each other while the camera revolves around them. Oh, and they can't act to save their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can never look at Edward Cullen the same way again. I found him ugly enough, but to see him SPARKLE is just.beyond.words.puke.gross.dies. bleeaaaaaaaaagh.fuck.gross.fuck.un-erasable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7461160814349131497?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7461160814349131497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7461160814349131497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7461160814349131497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7461160814349131497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/omgomgomgomgomg-i-just-watched-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-9130876942762034211</id><published>2010-02-17T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:17:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mancouch.com/712636683/65-random-thoughts-everyone-has-had/"&gt;http://www.mancouch.com/712636683/65-random-thoughts-everyone-has-had/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-9130876942762034211?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9130876942762034211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=9130876942762034211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9130876942762034211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/9130876942762034211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7082182684847747249</id><published>2010-02-17T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:54:09.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise I'm going to be updating my intakes and outtakes from tomorrow onwards! At least until Sentosa =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7082182684847747249?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7082182684847747249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7082182684847747249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7082182684847747249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7082182684847747249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-promise-im-going-to-be-updating-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-884825075212164288</id><published>2010-02-14T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T23:27:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here's a text conversation between me and Jeff yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Omg.. 3008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Zomg.. 4210?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: 4D you ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: I KNOW FUCKTARD that's the other number I bought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter ensues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-884825075212164288?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/884825075212164288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=884825075212164288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/884825075212164288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/884825075212164288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-heres-text-conversation-between-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1360768780079067400</id><published>2010-02-13T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T22:31:42.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow okay, so I've been eating like crazy these few days, because the FOOD WAS TOO GOOD. Back in the days, I'd have probably loathed myself and think of what a fat ass I was. No more, no "disease" is stronger than I am. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it's back to eating healthier! And less too, forgot about my resolutions to eat mindfully and slowly. As I promised TDH anyway, no more chips till Sentosa, and I'm not going to let something like this defeat me and make me break a promise to my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But about the food.. Valentino's is AWESOME. I LOVE THAT RESTAURANT I LOVE THAT RESTAURANT I LOVE THAT RESTAURANT I LOVE THAT RESTAURANT. Plus the chef's cute haha. No more fancy eating for a while, it's all about healthy. Besides, it didn't feel very comfortable going to sleep with a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleep.. ugh I can't. Just tossing and turning in bed and just can't seem to get comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just need to remind myself because sometimes you just can't get a better perspective at a time where you need it most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Exercise is not a chore. Think of it as time for yourself. For one hour a day, it's all about you. No worrying about studying, relatives, relationship problems, parents, etc. Just that that 1 hour to renew yourself, to shape yourself into a better person physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Can't stress this enough, EAT SLOWER. Honestly though, I eat like a guy, shovelling food in my mouth. Whe you eat slower, you know when you're actually satisfied and not eat till you're too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Order 1 less dish than you normally would. This works WONDERS for both TDH and I, because we always get waaaay too much food. Ordering less also equals cheaper bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually could not finish a salad and soup I ordered at Thai Express back when I was eating less. Hence. "Hence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You don't have to finish the food on your plate, and before you go on about the starving children in Africa, yadda yadda yadda, wouldn't non-eaten food have a higher chance of ending up on their plate? Yes but that wouldn't happen too so stfu. This is really difficult for me because I tend to finish everything on my plate, hence (again with the hence) no. 3. "Hence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) No chips till Sentosa! What I wish to type out now is "I can do this, because I will not let something bad I let grow inside conquer me.", but I can't because.. it's difficult. I don't expect anyone to understand because I don't think you all have this problem, but yes, this will be terrifying. I need to lean on you more than ever babe, I know you'll be there for me =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can't remember all of that all the time, but it's a start =] Time to go back to healthier eating habits, at least for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript: NIGHTMARE. I either can't sleep or have a nightmare while doing it. Dream I had to be civil to Y-K-W! Whoreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that is all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1360768780079067400?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1360768780079067400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1360768780079067400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1360768780079067400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1360768780079067400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/wow-okay-so-ive-been-eating-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7785202480998671418</id><published>2010-02-12T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:21:25.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol so much for today's plans! Was going to go for a walk before the afternoon sun set in, then tan, shower, study, dinner, chill. Now it's turning into eat - tv - tv - tv - tv - comp - Sims 3? (omgomgOMGZOMGZZZZZZZZOMG expansion paaaaaaaaacks!) - (maybe) tan - (maybe) walk - dinner - (maybe) study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever felt too lazy to do anything! Time to get off my ass and do something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7785202480998671418?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7785202480998671418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7785202480998671418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7785202480998671418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7785202480998671418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/lol-so-much-for-todays-plans-was-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3692507509152055157</id><published>2010-02-10T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:47:05.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you had a friend who talked to you like you sometimes talk to yourself, would you continue to hang around with that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3692507509152055157?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3692507509152055157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3692507509152055157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3692507509152055157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3692507509152055157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-you-had-friend-who-talked-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2257575037429539003</id><published>2010-02-10T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:24:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life, and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved a new one arose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see.""Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its &lt;a href="http://linkscontent-e9.com/getReturn.php?id=4df8bcd20436655967395381e3211021&amp;amp;q=5807&amp;amp;check=676a2f74e9f13b0a407642d0c7f54374" target="_blank"&gt;rich&lt;/a&gt; aroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity; boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile - its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water; the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes a long their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2257575037429539003?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2257575037429539003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2257575037429539003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2257575037429539003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2257575037429539003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-woman-went-to-her-mother-and-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6391855516146455309</id><published>2010-02-10T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T23:18:43.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad morning, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6391855516146455309?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6391855516146455309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6391855516146455309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6391855516146455309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6391855516146455309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/bad-morning-good-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3763786264023112786</id><published>2010-02-10T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:58:24.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No problem doing what I said in my previous post, not going to be able to eat anything except drink tonnes of water for the next few days. Hallelujah. ~sarcasm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3763786264023112786?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3763786264023112786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3763786264023112786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3763786264023112786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3763786264023112786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-problem-doing-what-i-said-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8524209290001782462</id><published>2010-02-09T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:56:56.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had dinner at Jumbo today, great seafood! Hope you enjoyed yourself babe =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop having good dinners! Good dinners = calorific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day down, got a hold of my problem today. It takes A LOT to say no. Today is good, let's hope the same for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8524209290001782462?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8524209290001782462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8524209290001782462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8524209290001782462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8524209290001782462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-dinner-at-jumbo-today-great-seafood.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7841745372731183334</id><published>2010-02-08T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:37:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GREAT dinner. 4 cheese pizza, porterhouse steak, sausage platter and calamari. And Chenin Blanc, was great with the sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT DINNER THANKS YOU VERY MUCH BABE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7841745372731183334?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7841745372731183334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7841745372731183334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7841745372731183334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7841745372731183334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8672437320847960303</id><published>2010-02-07T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:00:43.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. AM STOKED. AM STOKED. AM STOKED. I AM STOKED. AM STOKED. STOKED! STOKED! RAING TO GO. VERY STOKED. AM STOKED. AM STOKED. AM STOKED. LIKE A FIRE. AM STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I AM STOKED. I AM STOKED. STOKED LIKE A FUCKING FIRE. I'M STOKED. STOKED. STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I'M STOKED. I AM STOKED CAN'T FREAKING EMPHASIZE HOW STOKED I AM I'M STOKED I'M STOKED I'M STOKED I'M STOKED I'M STOKED I'M STOKED I'M STOKED. ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I'm stoked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's not a typo for stoned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8672437320847960303?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8672437320847960303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8672437320847960303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8672437320847960303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8672437320847960303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-stoked.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1720362331646198877</id><published>2010-02-07T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:08:00.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 apple - ballet - tan - 1 peach - WoW - dinner of clams, veg, steamed fish, no rice - after dinner walk - cook for babe - ate with him, sweet potato wedges, ribs and veg - SF4 - tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: About 1000 cals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake : Ballet + slightly more than 40 min walk, 25 mins for one round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1720362331646198877?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1720362331646198877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1720362331646198877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1720362331646198877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1720362331646198877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-post-1-apple-ballet-tan-1-peach.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-596733847862982941</id><published>2010-02-05T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:13:17.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today was a fucking bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I realised that it doesn't matter how many days you've gone without succumbing to your old habits, it's always a new day. It starts every day. You battle it every day. Relinquishing control for one day DOES NOT MATTER for tomorrow, the day after or ANY OTHER DAY. I just wish I learnt/realised this sooner. Having that feeling of guilt when you know you did something wrong, it disappears the VERY NEXT DAY. Or maybe just last for a few hours. Why didn't I realise it sooner? Why the fuck did I even have to have this problem in the first place?!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to scream out! Fuck this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I'm so sorry I failed you babe, I really am. I feel like I failed not only myself, but I disappointed you too. If I could only just show you the emotion through these fucking pixels, I would. Yes there are tears in my eyes, but I'm not going to let this.. problem get the better of me, not for the next few days at least. You won't see these tears, the result of me feeling so defeated, ever, and that's a promise. I've never broken a promise and this is one I especially won't allow myself to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am so sorry. I wish I could show you how sorry I am through the screen but I can't. I am so sorry for letting you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need a plan. I'm a little apprehensive about staying home tomorrow night because of well, the whole problem thing. And I can't just go out for dinner because of well, my dad. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;1 apple - ballet - swim/tan - random heroic/chun-li combos on youtube - dinner - after dinner walk - shower - cook for and watch tv with babe - study maybe - sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-596733847862982941?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/596733847862982941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=596733847862982941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/596733847862982941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/596733847862982941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-fucking-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7935964736514936653</id><published>2010-02-04T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:47:50.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleep - went out - Kenny Roger's quarter chicken w/o skin, potato salad, 1 corn muffin, veg - SF4 - walked around - home - dinner, omelette, veg, squid, fried fish, salted egg, no rice - 2 peaches - after dinner walk - going to study (hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: I have no idea, Kenny Roger's difficult. Guessing about 1200-1300 cals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: Walk + jog 40 mins, 22 mins for 1 round. Shaved off 2 mins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;School - lunch - wanna play SF! (no gym please heh) - swim and tan - dinner - after dinner walk - study (HOPEFULLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate slower yesterday at Crystal Jade, and tried to even though I was hungry (didn't have anything till 2pm!) at Kenny Rogers =] One day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7935964736514936653?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7935964736514936653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7935964736514936653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7935964736514936653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7935964736514936653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep-went-out-kenny-rogers-quarter.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2266292804363691829</id><published>2010-02-03T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:24:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fast post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal Jade dim sum: 1 piece of carrot cake, some chee cheong fun, siew mai, har gow, pork ribs, a bit of everything - thai express: tom yum soup with sliced fish, mango salad, actually couldn't finish it. - BALLET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: 600 cals? Somewhere there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 1.5 hours of ballet. Too hungry to dance right though lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might get some fruit later.&lt;br /&gt;EBA IS FINALLY OVER! SCREW YOU YOU USELESS DATABASE CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss TDH =( And omg he cut his hair today! And I showed him exactly how much I liked it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Had fruit, add about 150 cals to the intake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2266292804363691829?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2266292804363691829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2266292804363691829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2266292804363691829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2266292804363691829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/fast-post-crystal-jade-dim-sum-1-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6892919580781306139</id><published>2010-02-02T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:09:05.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm becoming those kind of air-headed bimbos who watch E!, specifically, Giuliana &amp;amp; Bill. I don't even know why I'm watching it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was babe's birthday, we went to The Cliff again.&lt;br /&gt;We had a dozen oysters, was about $100 for the oysters alone hahaha, but was worth it not because it was good, but because it was what we had the last time. Then,&lt;br /&gt;he had:&lt;br /&gt;-Pan fried foie gras with caramelised oranges, breadcrumbs. Best ever, and it must be because this is the only foie gras I actually like. Delicious.&lt;br /&gt;-Wagyu beef with bone marrow emulsion and au jus, banana shallots and cheese risotto topped with shaved cheese. It's the fattiest piece of meat ever, and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;-Complimentary sponge and mousse cake because it was his birthday =]&lt;br /&gt;I had:&lt;br /&gt;-Their 'interpretation' of bouillabasse, with alaskan king crab, langoustine, croutons, mussels, reduced seafood stock(with tomatoes I suspect) cream, and chorizo puree. The crab was. awe.some.&lt;br /&gt;-Lobster fettucine, chardonnay poached and had chunks of meat, unlike those pastas outside where it's pretty much 97% pasta and 2 or 3 pieces of ingredients. Their serving size is too big though, which is a surprising comment for restaurants like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was perfect, right down to the big bug that landed on my brave boy's(oops, man, he's 20 already. although, why can't he act it?!) hand, and the disgusting "tea-infused", lube-smelling, lube-tasting complimentary gummies they gave to us. I actually couldn't swallow it and spit it out in serviettes.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, hope you had a great dinner babe, woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on to another topic, resolutions! Who says you can only make them at the start of a new year? Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go for a 15 minute power walk after dinner, unless it's raining or I have a major project. Even then, think through whether you can spare just 15 minutes walking around. It's only 15 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Eat slower. I eat way too fast, I practically shovel food in my mouth. Need to learn how to eat slower! Two words: EAT.SLOWER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Think before you eat. Are you hungry or do you want it? If you want it, when was the last time you indulged? If it was yesterday, you know the answer. If you know you're going to have a big dinner, have a smaller lunch and breakfast. If you have a big lunch, eat less at dinner. Those chips in front of you won't become extinct tomorrow, and you can always have it tomorrow or the day after. Waiting one day won't kill you. Are you really craving that cuttlefish side in Ajisen? Are you really missing that 1 less mantou when having chili crab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3, but can't think of anything else now, so when I do I'll just add on to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHAI, it's just what I'm doing and I'm just another teenage girl (well, until 14th Nov anyway), so stop the eye rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just thought of the 4th one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Try to come off as friendly to new people! Sigh fucks sake why do people assume I a bitch when they first meet me? Why is it they can't wrap their brain around the fact that I may actually be SHY?! I'M SHY, NOT (that) BITCHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did great on my previous plan, as reflected on my previous posts hehe. I love doing that, but my motivation was to look hot in my purple dress for my man's birthday. Now that it's over, I need a new one! It can't be something random like thinking how good it'll be after losing 5 pounds, or looking better in school, outside, etc.. I need something specific to work towards, like aiming for TDH's birthday! Someone, anyone, please ANY suggestions at all! Tag me, text me, whatever. Need a new motivation, thinking that it's healthy, that I'll look better in the future is too random and it doesn't work as well. HELP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6892919580781306139?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6892919580781306139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6892919580781306139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6892919580781306139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6892919580781306139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-becoming-those-kind-of-air-headed.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1531882632224530857</id><published>2010-01-31T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:59:53.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 peach, bowl of grapes, chips - 2 strawberries and a couple cherries, 2 small, CNY type peanut cookies - those dried, preserved plum things (kills your appetite) 1 bowl of porridge, 3 small lobsters (it was lobster porridge! Soup was heaven), bit of cold crab, claypot tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: 1400 cals =( Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 25 min walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't add in stuff I did because I'm brain dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1531882632224530857?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1531882632224530857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1531882632224530857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1531882632224530857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1531882632224530857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-peach-bowl-of-grapes-chips-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3962985203473132177</id><published>2010-01-30T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:08:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking databases. I'm never working in an IT department, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE. Because my life fucking depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;1 apple - ballet for 2 hours, damn tiring - 1 orange and a slice of prune and almond cake - comp - napped - dinner of clams, spinach &amp;amp; mushrooms, sliced pork, no rice - 1 peach - cooked dinner for babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: 1200 cals, about there. Overestimating just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 2 hours of non-stop jumping, stretching, and strengthening exercises. Looked like I took a shower with my clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake sounds weird, but it's pretty good. Almonds add a richness and prunes have a sweet-sour taste, very nice. Don't ususally nap but if I didn't, knew I wouldn't be able to do any work tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's plans went to hell, so much for tanning. The sun never comes out when I want it to. Wanted to take a short nap before dinner because I was SO sleepy, dinner was supposed to be at 5 but got pushed to 6 because of dad, ugh. So goodbye to the after-dinner walk I was planning to take. Babe felt sick too, fuck WoW. Played for 10 hours straight. His laptop was screwy too, so we couldn't finish the database. My injured foot was hurting during ballet so couldn't do all the exercises properly. Then felt sleepy for the rest of the day. THEN found the sample database they wanted us to do and went "WHATTHEMOTHERFUCKINGSHIT", who the hell do they think can do that? Felt kind of lethargic the whole day. Have a bruise from yesterday when I knocked into something in the lecture hall, a very very very big one too. Have shitloads of work to do for school and projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it I wasn't struck by lightning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upsides - Well, there are some nice shows on afc now, Nigella's on in 30. Made me realise I wasn't conquering my problem, and that's a good thing. Didn't give in to it too much, very happy about that =] Had a bit of a struggle, will only stop when I go to bed but I promised my man already so =]&lt;br /&gt;Yes, MY man. Love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3962985203473132177?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3962985203473132177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3962985203473132177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3962985203473132177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3962985203473132177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/fucking-databases.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4645795311134036150</id><published>2010-01-29T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:26:41.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Butt? Like seriously? How the hell did you pass English..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4645795311134036150?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4645795311134036150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4645795311134036150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4645795311134036150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4645795311134036150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/butt-like-seriously-how-hell-did-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7962162215374257508</id><published>2010-01-29T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:02:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know today hasn't ended yet, but I'm going to be too busy doing a DATABASE later. So here it is now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 apple and coffee - resisted Kandace's brownie hahaha - School - SF - Ajisen for lunch, 2 pieces of cuttlefish, 1 cali maki, iced unsweetened green tea and mapo tofu ramen but gave away about 2/3-3/4 of the noodles away? - chewing gum! - with Jeff - bowl of grapes - comp - dinner, steamed herbal chicken and veg, no rice - going for a 15 mins walk soon - doing some fucked up database&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: About 1100 cals, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 15 min walk, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get adrenaline rushes playing SF, like when your hand shakes, really shakes uncontrollably and doesn't stop even when you "flex" it. And there's so much of it that I feel burning around my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard TDH say "Nothing" like how I say "Nothing", kinda cute hehe, but definitely don't do it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for Monday too, going to have so much fun on your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Scrap that, walked a lot + jogged a little 50 mins =] 24 mins for 1 round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to stop thinking I have my problem under control. Need you babe. Don't just love you you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7962162215374257508?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7962162215374257508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7962162215374257508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7962162215374257508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7962162215374257508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-today-hasnt-ended-yet-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7133038448753726788</id><published>2010-01-28T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:44:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty darn good day, regarding food anyway. Exercise was blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 peach - prepared lunch of sweet potato wedges, french beans and ribs - tan - shared a little of the lunch and a bowl of grapes - watched tv - napped with babe, SO NICE!!!!!!! Love sleeping with him! Yes, sleeping - tan - light dinner and 1 pear afterwards - swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: Around 950 cals? Think I may have overestimated though, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 45-50 mins of swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh WHY THE FUCK is Justin Bieber only 15? Stupid bitch in One Less Lonely Girl. And holy shit the girl in Sweet 16 picked up a US 27000 (yes correct number of zeroes) Fendi coat, asked her dad for it and all he said was "whatever you want baby". With all the episodes I've been watching I shouldn't be surprised anymore right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7133038448753726788?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7133038448753726788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7133038448753726788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7133038448753726788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7133038448753726788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/pretty-darn-good-day-regarding-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2268839653150738851</id><published>2010-01-27T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T23:28:04.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I promised, I'm updating, but just waiting for TDH to finish a dungeon run =]&lt;br /&gt;Today went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom yam (read: spicy, read: metabolism-boosting) ban mian but left half or more of the noodles - Crammed for EBA database test - Got 18/20! - Walked around while TDH played SF4 - Watched Tooth Fairy - had some nachos - Went back to the arcade and BEAT 2 GUYS AT SF4 HAHAHAHAHAHA! - Bought sexy black stilettos from Aldo - Regular peach froyo from Yami and granola, fed about 1/3 of it away to babe - ah, kinda exercised =P - had dinner, no rice just steamed fish, frog legs (are leaner than chicken), ribs - 2 hours of ballet, TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: Maybe 1100-1300 cals?&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: 2 hours of ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hehe I like Jason Greene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2268839653150738851?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2268839653150738851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2268839653150738851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2268839653150738851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2268839653150738851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-i-promised-im-updating-but-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6375971265445466422</id><published>2010-01-26T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:53:12.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to bed soon but just want to get this off my chest: I want to lose weight =( Yes yes, just the same old ramblings of another teenage girl. Sigh 10 pounds, that's like putting on a laptop and a half's weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan:&lt;br /&gt;Since today's already Tuesday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Breakfast - SF maybe/Shop - School - Go home for dinner/Have dinner outside - Ballet&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Tan - Light brunch - Jogging with babe hopefully/Gym - Do something at home - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Friday: School - Brunch - Going out - Home for dinner&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Apple - Ballet - Tan - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Tan - Cook a light lunch - Jog/Exercise - Early dinner - DISTRACT SELF FROM EATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update everyday, promise! But since this isn't a promise made to TDH I can't promise anything =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6375971265445466422?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6375971265445466422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6375971265445466422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6375971265445466422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6375971265445466422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-to-bed-soon-but-just-want-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-910026663598307836</id><published>2010-01-26T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:43:54.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to Bad Boys by Alexandra Burke &amp;amp; Flo Rida, kind of reminds me of how I tamed one =P And I know we're only 19 and 20, but I'm going to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: Don't really feel like counting but it's a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outtake: Almost 4 miles, + weights but it was a shortened workout because the stupid gym was closing at 10am for some stupid test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it's going to be a good day, and I will update about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Christian Louboutin yesterday and !!!!!! AWESOME SHOES. Expensive too, but they are FUCKING SEXY. Went to AX afterwards and got myself a gorgeous, sexy, purple dress which apparently, makes my boobs "ohhhhhhh*some undistinguishable sound*", according to my extremely perverted boyfriend. Now the problem is, I DON'T HAVE SHOES TO GO WITH IT! If I can't find nice shoes outside guess I'll have to wear my black strappy stilettos, but come on, cheap shoes with a gorgeous dress? Blah. Note.To.Self:Need.Stilettos.By.Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-910026663598307836?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/910026663598307836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=910026663598307836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/910026663598307836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/910026663598307836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/listening-to-bad-boys-by-alexandra.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1453486959208400430</id><published>2010-01-20T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:28:43.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outtake: About 2 hours of ballet. That I SUCKED AT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: Estimating around 1300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Saturday, we stood in the blazing hot sun for 8 hours. I swear the total time I sat down, was probably 15 mins. So now I have a fringe tan, was sick the next day and am peeling for a big fat profit of ONE DOLLA AND TWENTY SENSE. On the upside, I got a mounting board, for free! =)&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEONE dedicated "A Lonely September" to me over the PA system, so much so that the whole bazaar could hear the DJ say "I love you baby, in all the good and bad ways." I loved it, and it wasn't too cheesy. Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1453486959208400430?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1453486959208400430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1453486959208400430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1453486959208400430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1453486959208400430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/outtake-about-2-hours-of-ballet.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1776000616746764143</id><published>2010-01-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:59:03.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Outtake: 4 miles + weights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intake: Around 800-1000 cals? =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current weight: 55.4kg&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1776000616746764143?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1776000616746764143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1776000616746764143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1776000616746764143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1776000616746764143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/outtake-4-miles-weights.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4846855656805938282</id><published>2010-01-13T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:25:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think I'm going to get a corkboard and put it up in my room =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fucking love you, more than ever, from today. Relationships are hard and I think it's amazing you made me realise how hard they are and actually make me want to work at it. I LOVE YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4846855656805938282?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4846855656805938282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4846855656805938282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4846855656805938282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4846855656805938282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/think-im-going-to-get-corkboard-and-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7642401464739968750</id><published>2010-01-06T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T22:54:51.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tip: Write your goal weight down on your wrist, and glance at it when you feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;It worked today =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in case you guys are wondering, it's 122 for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7642401464739968750?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7642401464739968750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7642401464739968750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7642401464739968750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7642401464739968750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/tip-write-your-goal-weight-down-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6024637966051104394</id><published>2010-01-05T17:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:26:19.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I've decided to stop posting in several colours. Because...... 1. It's troublesome. 2. My blog looks like it's been written by a chav/ah-lian/5 year old. It's OVER! Oh, and to use less exclamations. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hooked on a really old song recently, anyone heard of Control Myself by J. Lo &amp;amp; LL Cool J? He has such a cool name I think haha.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I just spent 1 minute trying to space out all the lyrics but I really can't be arsed. So =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got, you got, you got what it takes to be my man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe that one line, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Being addicted to songs SUCKS. Runs in your head all the live long day. And if you have me on msn, you'll love my pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The adware scan I've got has been going on for about the past hour and a half. If you want pop-ups that advertise sex, then you're welcome to exchange computers.&lt;br /&gt;And before any of you think I've been to porn sites, no I was trying to download a game. MDA blocked all of the porn sites already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jitterbugs Swingapore,&lt;br /&gt;Can you please fix your website so it doesn't fuck up my internet and cause it to crash? You IT-illiterate idiots. Tyvm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6024637966051104394?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6024637966051104394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6024637966051104394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6024637966051104394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6024637966051104394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-so-ive-decided-to-stop-posting-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-419129228142431391</id><published>2010-01-02T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:43:01.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Nice legs, Daisy dukes, makes a man go [whistle]&lt;br /&gt;That's the way they all come through like [whistle whistle]&lt;br /&gt;Low-cut, see-through shirts that make you [whistles]&lt;br /&gt;That's the way she come through like [whistles]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me. Nice legs. Give me a month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;By the way, you know what's really good thinspo? Seeing a girl you dislike =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And FUCK HRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-419129228142431391?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/419129228142431391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=419129228142431391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/419129228142431391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/419129228142431391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2010/01/nice-legs-daisy-dukes-makes-man-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1483013994968425384</id><published>2009-12-23T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:02:46.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;OH OH OH! No it's not Ho Ho Ho spelled backwards or orgasm noises, but I just remembered this dream I had last week. I dreamt that I met Pierre Herme and he invited me to dinner! OMGOMGOMG! Okay this is such a "geeky" thing to be excited about but it's PIERRE HERME! Okay sheesh I'll stop talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is such a contrasting post to the previous one but meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1483013994968425384?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1483013994968425384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1483013994968425384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1483013994968425384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1483013994968425384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-oh-oh-no-its-not-ho-ho-ho-spelled.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7177790798541961734</id><published>2009-12-23T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:19:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;When MJ died, all I thought was "Oh well", no offense meant. I normally really don't care about celebrity deaths, but Brittany Murphy's one shocked me. My jaw literally dropped when I saw the headlines. Apparently, she died from cardiac arrest and I guess she was too skinny to fight it. Don't really care if people look at this post and go "Meh", just had to say it anyway. I loved her in Uptown Girls, in a movie paired with Dakota Fanning, I can't say it's the best film ever, but I grew up with it and it's like a childhood thing, I guess this is why her death shook me up. RIP woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7177790798541961734?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7177790798541961734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7177790798541961734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7177790798541961734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7177790798541961734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-mj-died-all-i-thought-was-oh-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-872411790617064556</id><published>2009-12-20T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:13:51.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;So I bought my purple-tinged running shoes at Nike in Vivocity, and I can still remember the conversation between the salesguy and I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SG(Salesguy): So why are you buying running shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me: I want to start exercising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;SG: Oh how come? Did someone motivate you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Me: You know who Gisele Bundchen is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And here I am, more than a year later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Anyway, my plan was to just eat whatever I want, and let myself enjoy food during the CTs, and during the holidays, go to the gym almost everyday. 5 days a week, school gym, and watch what I eat. Well, that's the plan anyways. It's so weird that I'm typing this after eating like half a bag of chips, but come on I only have till midnight to enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;There is so much crap on the internet about dieting, weight loss, eating, exercise, etc. I once read something like this -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;2 groups of people were sat down, and the 2nd group was told that they were to start a diet tomorrow. Guess which group ate more? The first group ate less, because they stopped eating once they felt full. The second group thought "Well I'm going on a diet tomorrow so I might as well enjoy myself now, even though I'm full." That's me now! Well come on, this is the only day (okay fine second day) I've done this =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And as for jogging on a treadmill --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Since there are no obstacles in the way like when you're running in public, you're free to focus on your stance(although I don't think this helps me run lol), like how your shoulders should be square, feet should hit the treads below your knee, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I really need distractions when I run, because otherwise I'd just be thinking "Oh God, I've been running for what feels like forever! *looks at the time* Only 10 mins?!?!?! ARGH!" After a few sessions of that, my personal favourite distractions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-When in the school gym, watch the tv built-in the treadmill. Even switching all the crappy channels they have distracts from the actual running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-Sing along very very softly to/Concentrate hard on the song playing in my iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-Look around the gym for eye candy. After months of running in the school gym, so far, there's only 1, but I have to drag him there with me because he won't go by himself anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-Peer over the treadmill to look at people by the pool. Most of the time, there are only people cleaning the pool, or there are people from canoeing or dragonboating, not sure which one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;-Daydream, about anything really. From meeting your celebrity irl to cooking something, etc etc. Mostly I just think of someone I don't like getting fat =] Aaaaaaaaand of course TDH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Really hate running, but there is no better way to lose weight. ONLY reason I run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Losing weight is 20% exercise and 80% diet.................. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-872411790617064556?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/872411790617064556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=872411790617064556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/872411790617064556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/872411790617064556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-bought-my-purple-tinged-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2150346375949370476</id><published>2009-12-20T06:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T06:27:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(303): I'm watching Cheaper By The Dozen. I almost forgot that Hilary Duff was a really shitty actor before she was a really shitty singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(636): Just got roadhead while going 95. I came for a mile and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(604): Her boobs were tiny. I could have used her bra as a blind fold. Which in hindsight would have made things a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(678): Theres a baby at this concert double fisting pacifiers. shes gunna do great in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(512): everytime she opens her mouth i wish that i was deaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(517): dude sorry but u no that when a guys 'likes' ur pic on facebook it only means he was just jacking off to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(843): I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(719): Found a barbie with nipples. Life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(609): imagine if we didn have a dick. we would be so much more productive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(614): Well, if your day started with strippers, then we're tied. Otheriwse, I'm winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(530): My co-worker just asked me if i colored my hair. Time to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(850): Fuck the gym. I just shaved m'cooch and my pants now fit looser.... Dont judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(713): He threw a goldfish cracker into my toilet and then proceeded to laugh for 32 minutes. I timed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(703): something came early last nite... and lemme tell u it wasn't christmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(201): As soon as I saw the video camera and red light on, I started rolling my eyes when he would put it in me and telling him maybe his dick was too small cause I didn't feel anything...trust me that tape is going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(919): Are you seriously picking mariokart over a blowjob? nott to sound like a bitch but seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(619): Do you know how hard it is to masturbate with a runny nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(724): how do flat chested girls get laid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(607): I have your camera. You have 35 naked pictures of me. you're welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(443): The album was titled "Best Night Ever" until she found out she was preggers and switched it to "God Punishes Sluts" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(304): he was so high, he talked to my goldfish for an hour telling him the dangers of overfeeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(870): i used the pictures of vaginas in your biology book to jack off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(614): My 40 year old neighbors are throwing a party for their eight year old niece's birthday. It's 1am and they're still partying hard. Harder than me. It's Saturday. Just say it, I'm a disgrace to the generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(843): Drinking wine. Reading twilight. On a Friday night. Biggest loser contest. First Place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(702): i sneezed during and he said it felt like i gave birth to his dick...then asked me to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(732): He told me his condom was going to expire tomorrow and he needed to use it. I can't believe I fell for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(917): she said "lets play dickbreaker!" and then threw my blackberry at my dick as hard as she could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(937): i just threw up ON my final. epic way to end the semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(978): Do you think anyone has ever tried to have sex with a cows udder before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(520): woke up this morning with pubes superglued to my face, not my pubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2150346375949370476?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2150346375949370476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2150346375949370476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2150346375949370476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2150346375949370476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/303-im-watching-cheaper-by-dozen.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7289351181449515330</id><published>2009-12-16T23:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:01:42.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I know I'm my own person, but I can never look at her objectively yes? Because she's hot?Because you liked her enough that it made you sad when you two broke up? That she's living a life I want..? Or because we could have been friends? I am my own person but sometimes I feel, I'm just not good enough for you. When whoever brings her up, I listen more intently, and don't know how to feel when she's mentioned, good or in a bad way. I really just don't know. I'm so sorry you have such an insecure girlfriend. I detach myself from emotions because.. I don't know how to deal with them. Am I right in thinking that this happens to every girl?.. or is it just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wouldn't give up forever to touch you, but you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;~Just get back up when they knock you down.~ And that's a fucking order from me, myself and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7289351181449515330?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7289351181449515330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7289351181449515330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7289351181449515330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7289351181449515330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-know-im-my-own-person-but-i-can-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7518340278738967459</id><published>2009-12-10T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:56:58.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Okay, so I already know what I want to do for my holidays:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;1) WORK OUT! WORK OUR WORK OUT WORK OUT so I don't feel fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;2) Level my shammy to 80&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;3) Shop.my.ass.off. Helloooooooooo, I want to break in my supp cards!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;4) Think of something to do for babe's slave-for-a-day =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;5) Club? =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;6) BTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;EDIT: OMG I forgot to include TDH! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! Sorry.. =( We'll go out okayyyyyyyy? I didn't put it there because I thought it was a given! I love you darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And wtf CM and Matt were fighting over to read Cosmo. Gay, much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7518340278738967459?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7518340278738967459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7518340278738967459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7518340278738967459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7518340278738967459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-so-i-already-know-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5511100377243750930</id><published>2009-12-05T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T13:53:42.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you babe =( Can you treat me the same way please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5511100377243750930?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5511100377243750930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5511100377243750930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5511100377243750930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5511100377243750930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-babe-can-you-treat-me-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5446493315954148911</id><published>2009-12-02T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:30:34.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Sometimes, you just want to say some things to some people, but you can't because they'll end up conflicted and dislike you for saying it. Damn this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Read this email someone sent to TDH today, a 2000 word-long synonym for "I chanced upon seeing our secondary school teacher and we decided to meet up, you wanna come?" Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Holyyyyyyyyy freaking crap I SUCK at TOC. And it's not even about the gear or level. Whhhhhat the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5446493315954148911?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5446493315954148911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5446493315954148911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5446493315954148911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5446493315954148911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes-you-just-want-to-say-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-498329487929885311</id><published>2009-11-29T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:41:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sigh I hate it when I get tongue-tied towards people I don't know/very well. It took me 6 hours to figure out I should have said "Nice to see you again!" instead of just smiling (awkwardly, I might add) and walking away, to my ice-skating coach who I've not seen for god knows how long. And then another time when my boyfriend reminded me to wave to his aunt. I mean, it's not like I do it on purpose, it just never occurred to me to WAVE! So yes I was there (trying to) smile at her, feeling like an idiot, before he asked me to wave. I have no people skills! And I'm fucking shy when I meet new people. And the worst part is.... drumroll... I look, in nice terms, unfriendly, but basically, like a bitch. GAH! So, yes, when I look at you and grimace, I don't hate you. This whole blog post is so pointless, but yes sometimes, I feel misunderstood. Stop giving me those "Back off bitch" looks, it's not like I'll say "whatthefuck" when I accidentally bump into you =P lil' inside joke there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So yes, this is me. I'm shy, can't ever get sick of Titanic, goes to the gym, loves travelling to Europe, dances at home when no one is watching in my underwear, loves cheeky/sexual innuendos, checks out hot guys, listens to music, sings along to the radio, has PMS(sadly), loves shopping, loves Dolce&amp;amp;Gabanna, wants a convertible, loves to hang out with her friends, plays WoW, takes ballet, reads, LOVES DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES, dislikes a few certain people, is bimbotic at times(AT TIMES!), loves her boyfriend, doesn't wear makeup everyday, LOVES COOKING, a foodie, is listening to Starstrukk at the moment, likes to text in complete words, can't be arsed to blog all the time, but constantly wants her friends to update theirs, wants bigger boobs, longer legs, a naturally dark skin tone, showers, eats, bios, sleeps, thinks her bf is crazy for saying Rihanna is hot, and sometimes misunderstood. In short, like every other teenage girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-498329487929885311?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/498329487929885311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=498329487929885311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/498329487929885311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/498329487929885311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/sigh-i-hate-it-when-i-get-tongue-tied.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-421635443329784454</id><published>2009-11-27T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:30:03.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thank you babe, for getting me through this one day. Think you're really the only person who can help me, because I'll never tell the truth to anyone else and I can and will lie to others too. I'm sorry, but this is what is going to happen EVERY SINGLE DAY. One day at a time alright? I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;P.S. YOU ARE SO BAD! Seriously have to stop doing that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-421635443329784454?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/421635443329784454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=421635443329784454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/421635443329784454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/421635443329784454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-babe-for-getting-me-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4415069725062086888</id><published>2009-11-23T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:20:15.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(770): his dad told me thanks for making his little boy a man at breakfast this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(360): afterwards we were spooning and he said he wished he was a kangaroo so he cold put me in his pouch and keep me forever. I left as soon as he was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(314): On a scale of one to Chris Brown, how angry are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(303): she was so "full of love" from watching twilight that she came over and gave me a handjob. when does the next movie come out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(917): the biggest problem in our relationship is that im team edward and my boyfriend is team jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(416): dude i woke up in a pile of chocolate chips. this has to stop happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(626): that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(720): He made me cum so much, I almost let him spend the night. The operative word being"almost".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(443): And then I'm going to yell into her vagina and see if it echoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(519): Dude, I just spun my iPhone on my boner without it falling off. I belong in cirque du soleil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(734): Medical school killed my enjoyment of porn. Hard to keep a boner when you're diagnosing all the actor's STDs and skin disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(330): Just told the nurse I wouldn't get on the scale. Told her to write FAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(757): if i see another status about New Moon, i'm gonna punch a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(609): the boobs are fake... i feel like i just found out santa isn't real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(914): There's a girl in my class named "La-a" pronouced "Luh Dash uh" I hate everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(631): our school mascot just walked into class and threw condoms everywhere. welcome to college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4415069725062086888?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4415069725062086888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4415069725062086888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4415069725062086888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4415069725062086888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/770-his-dad-told-me-thanks-for-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8371709499109229935</id><published>2009-11-19T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:09:41.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(917): It's so hard to take my boss as an authorative figure with her New Moon movie tickets taped to her wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(904): my entire walk over here no one looked in my eyes. Period Boobs are BAACKKK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(203): We were so tired we rock paper scissored for who would be on top. I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(210): By the grace of god and the ingenuity of Alexander Graham Bell, this text message is made possibe: YOU ARE A WHORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(978): you know what sucks? talking to chicks you dont want to have sex with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(506): porn bloobers exist! never have i laughed so hard while jerking off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(201): I wanted to dispute a few 411 charges on my phone bill. The service rep told me I called them four times asking for Lady Gaga's number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(813): I just wanted to say sorry for trying to jack off your dog last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(252): U know u have sex too much when u have lube in ur rolliball on ur blackberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(845): I just saw what sperm look like swimming around. I'm not happy with what you've put in my stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(832): What do ugly girls do when they get too drunk at parties. They can't pull the whole "sorry i passed out on your couch but i'm hot so it doesn't matter "card &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(914): Her problem is just that he inner beauty is just as ugly as her physical beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(847): My mom is making me buy a single zucchini, I look like someone who can't afford a dildo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(610): I can only be a whore so many days outta the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(631): Samesies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(609): I just got a bj @ my old preschool...my childhood memories r all ruined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8371709499109229935?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8371709499109229935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8371709499109229935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8371709499109229935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8371709499109229935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/917-its-so-hard-to-take-my-boss-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4536128831009246249</id><published>2009-11-16T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:31:47.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It seems like after I don't blog for a week, I get in about 3 posts on 1 day, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway, was just thinking how nice it is to have such a tall boyfriend! I CAN ACTUALLY WEAR HEELS. And well, tall guys proportionately have.................. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I don't understand why we can't mix English and Mandarin together, but when it's other languages it's fine? For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wo hen love you. - WRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is OISHI. - Cute/funny/cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Guess what, it's not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And sigh, it's time to face up to stark reality that yes, you have to work hard at something to make it better. Study harder to get good grades, work out to stay healthy and hot, play WoW to level your toon, socialise so you won't become a lonely old maid. Damn I hate it when parents are right. (Although they probably don't ask you to play computer games lol) I've been thinking about the future, where spouses would have to work hard at their job, children and relationship. That is some scary shit. But hey I'm willing to do it for the right guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Went to Xiaxue's blog for the first time. Wow she's scary. "Famous" for being "famous", like Paris Hilton I guess. Oh wait Paris came out with perfume and clothing lines. Oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Fuck I need a bigger social life. But DARN MY STRICT DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4536128831009246249?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4536128831009246249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4536128831009246249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4536128831009246249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4536128831009246249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-seems-like-after-i-dont-blog-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6813104325461872218</id><published>2009-11-16T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:09:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;If a handbag and a car is *DA* sex, then you need a new boyfriend! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6813104325461872218?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6813104325461872218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6813104325461872218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6813104325461872218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6813104325461872218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-handbag-and-car-is-da-sex-then-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5737065845229445966</id><published>2009-11-16T10:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:08:39.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Was feeling like blogging, but never got around to it, especially yesterday. Somehow levelling my toons seemed more important =P Well it was! One more level to a mount! God I sound like SUCH a geek right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Birthday was fun, with 2 nice dinners! First dinner with TDH at Blu, the dessert was awesomeeeeeeeeeeee! I sound like a chavvvvvvvvv but i don't careeeeeeee. It's called breakfast, looks like a half of a hard boiled egg the size of your fist slash heart. Set upon what looks like some semi-solid slash liquid mush at the bottom. The mush was passionfruit mousse, egg white's coconut sorbet and the yolk is mango puree. When eaten seperately, it all tastes normal, but when together, holymotherofallthatisgoodandpure it's goooooooooooooooood. Sour and sweet, delicious! Sorry babe but it beats your oreo dessert anytime. Lobster thermidor was very very good. As TDH said, "this is the first time I've been able to taste the difference between lobster and crayfish". Best lobster ever. Chef was funny, was his very cute accent. So when TDH asked me if he was cute, "Well, he's caucasian and he can cook" And damn he's not the fat kind you know. He's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2nd dinner with my dad at Pontini's. Haha both of the restaurants have "tiny portions of pretentious food", and when my dad looked at his first course, I saw his relentless eyes sweep across the large, almost table-wide plate, in search of the food, and I could almost see the question "Where is it?" form a thought bubble above his head, mirroring his expression (of horror, if you will. Or hunger) and the tentative pause of his knife and fork, before engulfing the dish the diameter of a thumb and the height of a lima bean in about half a second. Well done dad. Alright just feeling a little literary there, but you get the point. My duck confit's skin was not crispy! The horror! The blasphemy! The utter outrage of it all! It's like getting into a relationship and finding out your guy can't get it up. Gravity of the situation is deep ass! Dessert, like the 1st dinner, was the best part of the meal. The zabaglione was airy and light, too sweet on it's own but perfect with very-slightly-sourish berries, yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5737065845229445966?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5737065845229445966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5737065845229445966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5737065845229445966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5737065845229445966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-feeling-like-blogging-but-never-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3137027064165853468</id><published>2009-11-10T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:39:18.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Out of the hundred restaurants in Singapore, my boyfriend and dad want to bring me to the same one, great. Anyone have any recommendations..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3137027064165853468?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3137027064165853468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3137027064165853468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3137027064165853468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3137027064165853468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-of-hundred-restaurants-in-singapore.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4256060716818848522</id><published>2009-11-10T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:37:17.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I am craving like mad for chocolate! Muuuuuuuuust resisttttttttttt........ Ugh. And Nigella's cakes look so freaking awesome.. Actually contemplating baking a cake just to eat it. PERIOD CRAVINGS! I hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4256060716818848522?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4256060716818848522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4256060716818848522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4256060716818848522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4256060716818848522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-craving-like-mad-for-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2532956926249997180</id><published>2009-11-08T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:40:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just realised I haven't blogged in a while.. Nothing to say anyway! Ehm.. played mj with Andrew, TDH and Cyn, lost at it........ And.. hmmm.. Going to shop tomorrow and do my hair on thursday for my birthday.. That is, if you believe what I said, "for my birthday". Lol so yes hopefully I'm going shopping tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2532956926249997180?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2532956926249997180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2532956926249997180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2532956926249997180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2532956926249997180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-realised-i-havent-blogged-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2870088655284306083</id><published>2009-11-03T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:43:53.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;While at the grocery store, I saw a mother with her two-year-old daughter sitting in the shopping cart. After her mother apparently made a shopping selection that she did not approve of, the little girl made a disgusted face and shouted “FAIL!” IMMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(513): You tried to wear your Jesus costume into Family Christian stores and say it was a book signing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd Nov: Did something that was very very bad and fucking good =!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2870088655284306083?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2870088655284306083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2870088655284306083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2870088655284306083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2870088655284306083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/11/while-at-grocery-store-i-saw-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4203559577157990969</id><published>2009-10-26T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:43:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=logodesignfail.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/logodesignfail.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4203559577157990969?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4203559577157990969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4203559577157990969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4203559577157990969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4203559577157990969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/th_logodesignfail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652845228160028233.post-601035692791880393</id><published>2009-10-26T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:16:39.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Okay I think I like clubbing. Only downside is the fucking ringing of ears afterwards! So anyway went for the first time last Thursday, drinking and dancing's fun. This guy like grabbed my upper arm to "let me through" so I was stunned for a moment.. Then gave him a "What the fuck are you doing" face and pulled away. TDH WAS DRUNK. Asked me to sit by myself so I could get a free drink by another guy, oh yes and you still dare say you're not drunk huh? To quote,"It's like watching the Discovery channel.", with the predators. Apparently I haven't seen the "true" side of guys at clubs, all the better then!  Haha and saw a couple of trannies WIN in a dance-off, pretty funny. Then TDH said "Too bad they're trannies." "Why?" "Because they have better figures than girls." Um, thanks, go fuck them then huh? Oh wait they don't have va-jay-jays.. Or maybe they do, surgery's a miracle these days. Promise I won't go too often okay? Love ya =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know what's better than losing weight? Getting bigger boobs. You know what tops them all? Losing weight AND gaining boobs. Okay TMI for you but too bad, you chose to come to my blog and read it =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-601035692791880393?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/601035692791880393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=601035692791880393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/601035692791880393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/601035692791880393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-think-i-like-clubbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2802615925654385349</id><published>2009-10-25T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:05:25.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back from the chalet, heh, chalet........... Kinda want to go for a jog but feeling sleepyyyyyy so not going to, Going to kick my ass at the gym tomorrow anyway. Brenda want to join me?! Haven't exercised since Wednesday *big scared eyes* Is okay, me not fat. Right babe!? Felt damn good when we did this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/sm.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just that the, um, clothes....... yes clothes, ** **** *******, were a little different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ha if you can decode that props to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Resolutions: (who said they only have to be made during New Year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1) Get at least a 3.8 GPA - Have to aim HIGH right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2) Do tutorials (somewhat) regularly (HAHA......... but I WILL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3) Level my warlock so I can FINALLY have some AOEs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4) Level my priest so I have a healing character - It's funny that I used to find healing boring but now I actually kinda miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5) Lose the rest of the weight I put on, oh yeah I lost some of it already =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6) Get a booooooo-ful tummy, can already see a bit of definition. Woo thanks Terri for the exercise you taught me *thumbs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;And Matt Lanter ain't so cute after all, must be my midnight-slash-sleep goggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;They said Jennifer's Body was fail. If you really wanted to watch it for the storyline, only one word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(732): A small cock is a small cock, don't blame the size of my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(716): u just dont fucking get it...you try and cum while your cat is staring at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(714): Literally just as i started to cum the church bells next ot my house began to ring. either it was the most epic timing ever or god was watching and congratulating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(971): :O -&gt; O: ... that's emoticon for "he threw up in my mouth while we were making out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(360): nah, shes just mad because we went through all her fb pics and tagged her crotch as all the guys shes fucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(718): You don't think I'm weird or immature right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(917): No I think it's cute we had sex on your Bob the Builder sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(225): were talking about masturbation in my pysc class. He says it's healthy. I'm gonna live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(571): i just got the best bj of my life in the pastors office at church.. Youre right jesus really does love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(731): can we take a shower together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(901): no need for the romantic shit. I'm a sure thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-textsfromlastnight.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2802615925654385349?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2802615925654385349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2802615925654385349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2802615925654385349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2802615925654385349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-from-chalet-heh-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/th_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652845228160028233.post-5404790820562561780</id><published>2009-10-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:08:52.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I lost my ring, very very very very very very sad =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5404790820562561780?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5404790820562561780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5404790820562561780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5404790820562561780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5404790820562561780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-lost-my-ring-very-very-very-very-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-3576713069294198372</id><published>2009-10-16T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:53:36.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;SOMETIMES I just wish I could be supermodel skinny =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://x8d.xanga.com/cc5e7b5512537256527779/b195912907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z195912907.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/z195912907.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/hb.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fuck this going to bed. Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-3576713069294198372?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3576713069294198372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=3576713069294198372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3576713069294198372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/3576713069294198372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/sometimes-i-just-wish-i-could-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/young_n_sassy/Thinspo/th_z195912907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8652845228160028233.post-4865366620278036507</id><published>2009-10-15T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:23:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(781): WTF YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(339): Oh yeah that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(404): I bought a goldfish, named it after my ex-girlfriend, and let it die. It's really the little things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;(347): I'm praying to Jesus, Allah, Buddah,and the whole gang tonight that I'm not pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4865366620278036507?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4865366620278036507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4865366620278036507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4865366620278036507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4865366620278036507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/781-wtf-you-have-girlfriend-339-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7270584090761671989</id><published>2009-10-08T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:41:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;While I appreciate that a dedicated Christian might wasnt to get a vanity license plate celebrating Jesus, I must point out that most of us interpret "JISLORD" as something completely different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;-lamebook.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7270584090761671989?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7270584090761671989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7270584090761671989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7270584090761671989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7270584090761671989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/while-i-appreciate-that-dedicated.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6045310132558702869</id><published>2009-10-08T15:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:07:58.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I was waiting in line for a ticket to see Transformers 2, and the guy at the front of the line asked for a ticket to, “Megan Fox and the Giant Robots.” IMMD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(252): He made me pinky-promise that he gave me an orgasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(206): My jaw hurts. Such a slutty injury..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;BOREDDDDDDDDDD.... And my whole back, thighs and ass are aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6045310132558702869?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6045310132558702869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6045310132558702869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6045310132558702869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6045310132558702869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-waiting-in-line-for-ticket-to-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4889158331774478639</id><published>2009-10-06T14:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:59:31.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(828): I just spilled my beer all over my laptop.. this is what i get for actually trying to do homework &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(734): I was wrong being drunk doesn't make accounting more interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(717): This may sound mean but have u ever just sat in class and look at some of the the people and think how disappointed their parents must be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(517): new call of duty comes out in november. guess im not passing my finals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(678): I will give you a bj if you get me food. NOT A JOKE. FREE BJ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(303): I don't like the word whore. I prefer the term penis enthusiast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(513): The guy in front of me in Sociology is definitely working on my farm in farmville. Never met him before. Do I thank him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(541): I don't know what's more pathetic, the fact that you dated him or the fact that it took a Taylor Swift song for you to break up with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(262): I'm so high, I forgot to harvest my farmville crops....noooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(715): Worst stoner tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hate ot admit it, but Titanic's one of the movies I ever get sick of. There, I said it! Excuse me while I go join the stereotypical flower-loving, romance-seeking, only-wanna-be-wined-and-dined girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4889158331774478639?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4889158331774478639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4889158331774478639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4889158331774478639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4889158331774478639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/828-i-just-spilled-my-beer-all-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-6484140411360919122</id><published>2009-10-02T23:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:25:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I love you but you get arounddddddddddddddddd......... Scaryyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-6484140411360919122?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6484140411360919122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=6484140411360919122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6484140411360919122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/6484140411360919122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-you-but-you-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5830402493047641246</id><published>2009-10-01T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T01:00:27.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(912): Seriously, it was like sucking my thumb.. and im not even saying that to be spiteful b/c he is a really nice guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(410): Cumbucket.....OH MY GOD THAT COMES UP AUTOMATICALLY NOW!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(623): listen if there's one thing I'm asking of you tonight is that you buy me a cow for my farmville.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(202): Tell me you're stoned. It's 2:40am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(254): Weirdest conversation with my dad. He just told me he didn't shave his pubes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(864): After I told my husband the docter shot me in the ass, he said - oh they can but I can't?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(770): Took her home last night and it was like trying to put an oyster in a slot machine. I may have drank a little too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5830402493047641246?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5830402493047641246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5830402493047641246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5830402493047641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5830402493047641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/912-seriously-it-was-like-sucking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1935079218753944432</id><published>2009-10-01T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T00:18:23.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My ass, inner thighs, lower back, calves, upper back is sore in that order. And there's ballet tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;CHIPS ARE THE BANE OF MY WOULD-BE SKINNINESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1935079218753944432?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1935079218753944432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1935079218753944432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1935079218753944432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1935079218753944432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ass-inner-thighs-lower-back-calves.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-7323545706802966221</id><published>2009-09-27T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:24:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Which self respecting boyfriend calls himself "Baby"? 3 guesses whose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-7323545706802966221?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7323545706802966221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=7323545706802966221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7323545706802966221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/7323545706802966221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/which-self-respecting-boyfriend-calls.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-8075672247335269051</id><published>2009-09-27T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:22:02.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(412): I have big tits. Rules don't apply to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(419): She had just swallowed, of course i didnt kiss her goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(319): Wasn't she moving abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;419): Are you really going to debate this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(915): I hate it when hot girls behave. It's so anticlimactic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(919): bitch so ugly she owes me an erection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I wonder when this phase'll be over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-8075672247335269051?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8075672247335269051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=8075672247335269051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8075672247335269051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/8075672247335269051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/412-i-have-big-tits.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-5770524765587358658</id><published>2009-09-27T00:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:29:42.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(530): It just feels so wrong throwing away the condoms into her Hello Kitty trashcan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know the feeling -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-5770524765587358658?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5770524765587358658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=5770524765587358658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5770524765587358658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/5770524765587358658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/530-it-just-feels-so-wrong-throwing.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-1057151757422839079</id><published>2009-09-26T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:04:34.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(919): it was average length and chubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(1-919): so kinda like him? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(919): now i'm wondering if all guys are shaped like their penis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(215): her orgasm sounded like a fucking walrus crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(812): The sex was so good, I called my ex during the 2nd time just so he could hear. Is that mean?&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;And levelling low levels suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-1057151757422839079?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1057151757422839079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=1057151757422839079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1057151757422839079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/1057151757422839079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/919-it-was-average-length-and-chubby-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-4883492999143166945</id><published>2009-09-24T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:17:06.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And woot I lost weight =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-4883492999143166945?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4883492999143166945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=4883492999143166945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4883492999143166945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/4883492999143166945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-woot-i-lost-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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-8652845228160028233.post-2218637194848471626</id><published>2009-09-24T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:16:27.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(214): I have a pussy blister if you wanna poke at it with a needle tomorrow...by this text i realize just how strange our relationship is, especially because you're probably excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(1-214): I think you mean your blister is filled with pus...atleast i hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(270): I do regret it. But I can't unfuck her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(517): My poor mother should have just stuffed me back up her vagina when she had the chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(225): I woke up and she had washed, dried, folded my clothes, cooked me breakfast, and had started cleaning my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(1-225): haha, you sure you didnt fuck your mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(360): We dont have to go to dinner or anything gay like that. I just wanna do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(1-360): I absolutely love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(330): you announced to everyone at the bar "fuck girls. they're confusing. im gonna start having sex with boys now" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(443): She told me she was a cowboys fan... I told her it was a waste of a perfect set of tits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(732): I swallowed your vile semen and you don't know what color my fucking eyes are!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(970): I woke with a ring of glitter around my dick.... I kinda don't want to wash it off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(504): She looks like Sash Grey but sounds like Fran Drescher. Advise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Btw, Sasha Grey's a porn star,  Fran Drescher sounds like Janice on "Friends")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8652845228160028233-2218637194848471626?l=un-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2218637194848471626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8652845228160028233&amp;postID=2218637194848471626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2218637194848471626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8652845228160028233/posts/default/2218637194848471626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://un-feelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/214-i-have-pussy-blister-if-you-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16458695321641913874</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>
