<?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-10768268</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:08:39.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is who i am and what i like</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10768268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>phae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676357126875962454</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-10768268.post-110822036352307325</id><published>2005-02-12T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T06:59:23.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>immabomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;counting down to detonation 10 to zero,&lt;br /&gt;Little angel, i'v been too good&lt;br /&gt;Ditch the halo for a while&lt;br /&gt;Mass desruction, so shield your eyes&lt;br /&gt;i'm all steamed up and ready to blow&lt;br /&gt;Pressure max, meter red overload&lt;br /&gt;To get release i gotta explode&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bomb, can you hear me tick?&lt;br /&gt;Beware if you turn me on&lt;br /&gt;There is no safety switch&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bomb use only steady hands&lt;br /&gt;To mess with me&lt;br /&gt;You must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;Can't defuse me not im wired&lt;br /&gt;Run for cover underground&lt;br /&gt;what are you doing showing me no fear&lt;br /&gt;You must be crazy hanging around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im going to state a new blog mainly cos im just sick of living up to people's expectation and living in a glass aquarium where im just up for show. no "deadlines", fake niceness/ "chirpy"ness and routine bloggin for me this time. im going to stick to my own pace and mood. speaking of mood, this journal is gonna be really full of bitch, badassness, lame day dreaming, annoying opinions, gross lovey dovey feeling and all the ugly sides of phaedra goh. like smth out of a gossip collumn. ha ha! annnywayys. hopefully, this journal will be a more personal and true one then all the rest ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, just thought you (you is addressing the journal) like to know, this year has gotten off to an explosive start. Theres much drama happening that'll keep soaps (like desperate housewives) going for a whole year. in just 2 months i somehow miraculously managed to single handedly flunk two math tests. i scored a disgusting 8% for e. math and even though our a.math paper is not out yet, it wouldn't be surprising if i got a big fat juicy ZERO for it.&lt;br /&gt;SO, on to better topics. i worked my ass to a 11/13 score for history! toped the class and i must say im pretty happy and proud of it. i seriously should have taken the opportunity of glOAtting in Amanda Chan's face, but since i always try or pretend to be such a nice person, i of course held it in and tried my very bestest not to yell "BEAT YOU, YOU ASS OF A SO CALLED "FRIEND"". thank goodness im not born naturally wicked. oh yea and speaking of her, thats the other episode. it all began so simply.&lt;br /&gt;just cos i didnt posess the ability to cough out a measely 2 bucks for her stuuuuupid "buy a music note on my song sheet so i can pull together enough funds for choir to go to NZ". (like, ugh, WHATEVER AMANDA. if you think choir's so great then why are you always claiming you want to skip choir?? and how dare you even say that all choir rejects go to drama and band? well thats not true, and for your info, the way you OVERDO it and try to sing into everyone's EARS make you look PATHETIC and CRYING, or no, should i say DYING for attention. your voice sucks anyhow. GET-A-LIFE and stop bitching about everything and anything in your face. sheesh, what a bitch. at least i bitch about a bitch. you just bitch about innocent little things that shouldnt even be bitched about. ) she told charlotte "what kind of a friend is she anyways blah blah blah blah blah i asked her so many times!" WELL, AS A HIGHLIGHT TO YOU, no matter HOW MANY times you ask me, IF I DONT HAVE 2 BUCKS, I DONT OK? IM NOT FREEKIN DAVID COPPERFIELD. IF I WAS, YOU WOULD BE THE FIRST TO KNOW. sheesh. and what more, i even told her nicely and jokingly that when i have the money (since i was broke and cny hadnt arrived yet) i would GIVE it TO HER. but noooooo, she just had to go and BLOW HER SPIT AROUND gossiping AGAIN about some small thing. give it to her to add drama to my life. and what i hate was that i was actually NICE to her! can you believe it? and she asks "what type of a friend" am i. what type of a FRIEND are you to NOT RESPECT my decision?? EVEN IF I HAD 2 freekin bucks, and i was MEAN enough NOT to give it to you, couldnt you have at least respect my decision or either TALK to ME about it, NOT go gossiping around like the ass you are, always making a BIG issue about something that was so small to begin with?? and what type of a friend is one anyways when she talks bad, and LITERALLY behind HER SUPPOSEDLY friend's back?? (im just sitting in frount of you you dim witt! gossiping is done in a discrite manner so the victim has as least a few minutes or hours before the message gets back to her! if you purposely wanted me to hear what you had to say, then couldnt you just say it to my FACE? or are you not just a coward AND a back stabber? whatever. i have a life. its sad if you dont.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i pity you. you dont even know all the people who hate you so bad. and worst is that you think all these people are you friend. even charlotte hates yu and you dont even know it. you should see how she talks about you. you are the girl everyone loves to hate. poor darh-ling. ): yea right. //---continue later. mom wants me in bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="file://-----part/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;\\-----part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;so chinese new year passed by again. it was swell. i managed to be a little more out going at the family visiting thing. well, actually, you couldnt blame me. it was a total manly guys type of thing. i mean, ALL my cousins are GUYs cept vannessa and arial, who are like, 1 third of my age. ha ha, but vanessa's the cutest thing(: i like her. played a bit of gambling with kevin and jeffery, my dad and some other auncles and aunts. i didnt win and didnt loose. ah well, theres always next year ;) yep. ok, tired of typing. phaedra, out ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10768268-110822036352307325?l=thats-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/feeds/110822036352307325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10768268&amp;postID=110822036352307325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10768268/posts/default/110822036352307325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10768268/posts/default/110822036352307325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/2005/02/immabomb.html' title='immabomb'/><author><name>phae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676357126875962454</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-10768268.post-110813369257327510</id><published>2005-02-11T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T06:29:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;counting down to detonation 10 to zero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little angel, i'v been too good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ditch the halo for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass desruction, so shield your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm all steamed up and ready to blow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pressure max, meter red overload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To get release i gotta explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a bomb, can you hear me tick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beware if you turn me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There is no safety switch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm a bomb use only steady hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To mess with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You must be crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't defuse me not im wired&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run for cover underground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;what are you doing showing me no fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You must be crazy hanging around here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;im going to state a new blog mainly cos im just sick of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;living up to people's expectation and living in a glass aquarium where im just up for show. no "deadlines", fake niceness/ "chirpy"ness and routine bloggin for me this time. im going to stick to my own pace and mood. speaking of mood, this journal is gonna be really full of bitch, badassness, lame day dreaming, annoying opinions, gross lovey dovey feeling and all the ugly sides of phaedra goh. like smth out of a gossip collumn. ha ha! annnywayys. hopefully, this journal will be a more personal and true one then all the rest ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, just thought you (you is addressing the journal) like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt; to know, this year has gotten off to an explosive start. Theres much drama happening that'll keep soaps (like desperate housewives) going for a whole year. in just 2 months i somehow miraculously managed to single handedly flunk two math tests. i scored a disgusting 8% for e. math and even though our a.math paper is not out yet, it wouldn't be surprising if i got a big fat juicy ZERO for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;SO, on to better topics. i worked my ass to a 11/13 score for history! toped the class and i must say im pretty happy and proud of it. i seriously should have taken the opportunity of glOAtting in Amanda Chan's face, but since i always try or &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; to be such a nice person, i of course held it in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;and tried my very bestest not to yell "BEAT YOU, YOU ASS OF A SO CALLED "FRIEND"". &lt;em&gt;thank goodness im not born naturally wicked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yea and speaking of &lt;em&gt;her, &lt;/em&gt;thats the other episode. it all began so simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just cos i didnt posess the ability to cough out a measely 2 bucks for her stuuuuupid "buy a music note on my song &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sheet so i can pull together enough funds for choir to go to NZ". (like, ugh, WHATEVER AMANDA. if you think choir's so great then why are you always claiming you want to skip choir?? and how dare you even say that all choir rejects go to drama and band? well thats not true, and for your info, the way you OVERDO it and try to sing into everyone's EARS make you look PATHETIC and CRYING, or no, should i say DYING for attention. your voice sucks anyhow. GET-A-LIFE and stop bitching about everything and anything in your face. sheesh, what a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; at least i bitch about a bitch. you just bitch about innocent little things that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;shouldnt even be bitched about. ) she told charlotte "what kind of a friend is she anyways blah blah blah blah blah i asked her so many times!" WELL, AS A HIGHLIGHT TO YOU, no matter HOW MANY times you ask me, IF I DONT HAVE 2 BUCKS, I DONT OK? IM NOT FREEKIN DAVID COPPERFIELD. IF I WAS, YOU WOULD BE THE FIRST TO KNOW. sheesh. and what more, i even told her nicely and jokingly that when i have the money (since i was broke and cny hadnt arrived yet) i would GIVE it TO HER. but noooooo, she just had to go and BLOW HER SPIT AROUND gossiping AGAIN about some small thing. give it to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; to add drama to my life. and what i hate was that i was actually NICE to her! can you believe it? and she asks "what type of a friend" am i. what type of a FRIEND are you to NOT RESPECT my decision?? EVEN IF I HAD 2 freekin bucks, and i was MEAN enough NOT to give it to you, couldnt you have at least respect my decision or either TALK to ME about it, NOT go gossiping around like the ass you are, always making a BIG issue about something that was so small to begin with?? and what type of a friend is one anyways when she talks bad, and LITERALLY behind HER SUPPOSEDLY friend's back?? (im just sitting in frount of you you dim witt! gossiping is done in a discrite manner so the victim has as least a few minutes or hours before the message gets back to her! if you purposely wanted me to hear what you had to say, then couldnt you just say it to my FACE? or are you not just a coward AND a back stabber? whatever. i have a life. its sad if you dont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually, i pity you. you dont even know all the people who hate you so bad. and worst is that you think all these people are you friend. even charlotte hates yu and you dont even know it. you should see how she talks about you. you are the girl everyone loves to hate. poor darh-ling. ): yea right. //---continue later. mom wants me in bed now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="file:////-----part"&gt;\\-----part&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so chinese new year passed by again. it was swell. i managed to be a little more out going at the family visiting thing. well, actually, you couldnt blame me. it was a total manly guys type of thing. i mean, ALL my cousins are GUYs cept vannessa and arial, who are like, 1 third of my age. ha ha, but vanessa's the cutest thing(: i like her. played a bit of gambling with kevin and jeffery, my dad and some other auncles and aunts. i didnt win and didnt loose. ah well, theres always next year ;) yep. ok, tired of typing. phaedra, out ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10768268-110813369257327510?l=thats-her.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/feeds/110813369257327510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10768268&amp;postID=110813369257327510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10768268/posts/default/110813369257327510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10768268/posts/default/110813369257327510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thats-her.blogspot.com/2005/02/single.html' title='Single'/><author><name>phae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01676357126875962454</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>
