<?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-35595044</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted brown american</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35595044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838866402633570523</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35595044.post-116375128860967290</id><published>2006-11-16T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T04:30:20.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky friday</title><content type='html'>unusual stuffs happened today. not really freaking me out, interesting in a way. first thing in the morning, i woke up hearing my grandpa singing in jewish. i dunno what got into him. he usually stays in bed 'til noon. i was in the shower and he's still at it. honestly, the jewish song is still ringing in my head as i type this entry. i can clearly hear him because my room (where he's now staying) is right beside the toilet. then he starts jeering on our houseboy. he's saying that there are other people inside the house and that he wants to let them in my room so they could all sing together. he was also talking about a girl running about. you see, my grandpa sees other people at times although they're not really there. no wonder i was off the bath in a record breaking five minutes. i bid him byebye before i left for school. he asked me in a stern manner if i could sing. well, i guess you all know the answer to that. i told him i'm not much of a singer. then he got mad at me. he told me i should know how to sing. that's the end of it coz i was running late. i would just like to dismiss it that my grandpa probably had a dream and thought it was real. off to school, i saw a coca-cola jeepney at espanya. didn't know there was such. am aware of the moto-bus but not the coke jeep. really amusing. hmm... i guess, nothing unusual happened at school today. one thing i realized a while ago, nail polish is becoming a trend with girls. something that came along with the second semester. not like all the female species at school planned it. i'm wearing bronze on my fingers right now but they're all uneven and chipped. oh well, i'm just glad i saw my cute orgmate this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i found out that me and mario are on the same pe class (table tennis). he introduced me to his buddies on the way home. mario told me all about the hs reunion this coming saturday. seems like a lot of people are going. sounds like a lot of fun. too bad i can't come. mom won't let me go anywhere but the mall since i got sick and lost my voice. but am willing to give the begging another shot for thea's sake. i really wanna come to her debut. for now, i can't promise anything. but i'll try my best to get my mum's approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. life. when will you ever give me love? so many crushes, none of em interested. i wish there was a real lady version of hitch to come and rescue my empty love life. i wanna end this 18 years of mortal 'singleness'. yeah, like i can do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing my dad badly. everytime mom mentions him or when he calls and i hear his voice again, i start choking and my eyes turn red from holding back tears. i wish i was there with him in london. the weather is getting cooler, he says. windows are frozen. it's gonna snow soon. it'd be nice too see that first drop of snow with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never imagined holy kettle corn would taste better than kettle corn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35595044-116375128860967290?l=thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116375128860967290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35595044&amp;postID=116375128860967290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35595044/posts/default/116375128860967290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35595044/posts/default/116375128860967290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaky-friday.html' title='freaky friday'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838866402633570523</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-35595044.post-116340109789513108</id><published>2006-11-12T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:58:17.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally, an entry...</title><content type='html'>whoah, it's been like... ages? since i last jotted down my thoughts and rants in meh blog... well am glad to say that am still alive and kickin'... yeah, hate me or love me. hmm,,, so whazzup with me?? recently i've been silenced by my untimely acute laryngitis, which is still kinda holding me back with all my untold gossips and some mockings itching to ruin a good lad's day. but am hanging on. thanks to my friends. &lt;em&gt;"THANK YOU, FRIENDS!"&lt;/em&gt; of course, the big guy up there. i dunno where i'll stand without HIM. got my lil sis's crucifix ring all the time that i was troubled. that reminds me, thomasians should really watch out with the doctors in the health service. i'm telling you, they have a dark secret operation to kill unsuspecting patients!!? imagine giving me steroids for my medication? at least i get to thank him for prescribing the antibiotics and cough meds. right now, i have my voice back and my cough's about gone too. the prayers were a real help... God works in mysterious ways. i just love 'em!!! ok, the bad side of my misfit. i won't be able to come to one of my truest friend's coming of age party. my mom blamed my sickness to... nevermind. anyway, she won't let me go. even if i beg before her, kneeling on mongo seeds. now i feel all guilty -- like a bitch. not being able to come to one of the most important day in her life... sigh! it's so sad. pathetic even. i dunno how to compensate, but i know tei won't let me do anything. so what i did is, i arranged a date next wednesday, nov22... am gonna treat her to breakfast and basically just hang out with her. that's the only way i can think of to making it to her..... that's about it. i'll write again if something new comes up. for the meantime, our gay prof is asking us to do a comprehensive research for our assignment. what an ass. like what they say, shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35595044-116340109789513108?l=thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/feeds/116340109789513108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35595044&amp;postID=116340109789513108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35595044/posts/default/116340109789513108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35595044/posts/default/116340109789513108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelilteacherkid.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally-entry.html' title='finally, an entry...'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01838866402633570523</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>
