<?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-5979591</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:01:52.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BabyIamStuckOnYew</title><subtitle type='html'>description? READ UP DERE MORON!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107864170969663267</id><published>2004-03-07T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T14:44:53.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.i've shitfted to ma v.cool new blog.click here to go dere.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107864170969663267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107864170969663267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864170969663267' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107859427259240721</id><published>2004-03-07T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T01:34:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>squeezed, dried. i've nothing left on me. except your love.ok.i'm a happy girl.spent like more den 4hrs on da stupid thg u are lookin at rite now.i've removed da password thg.bud if DAT happens again,imma put it back immediately.hmms.i'm still not very satisfied with it.shall continue tmr.i'm tired.oh well.honey rocks.okies.off to bed now.love all of you guys.//and i'll love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107859427259240721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107859427259240721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859427259240721' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107846901459630370</id><published>2004-03-05T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T14:46:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo.movie later with baby, kor and sh.and guys,PLS PLS PLS DO NOT watch acacia.it sucks big time.a waste of time and marney.and guess wad?yesterday was da most screw-ed up day of my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107846901459630370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107846901459630370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846901459630370' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107836898716398541</id><published>2004-03-04T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T10:59:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm invisible.no one sees these wounds.whether is it physical or emotional.everyone's just asking me the same thing over and over again.but no one really cares bout what i really want.go ahead girls.push me around like a ball.no one's telling me what they want,and they expect me to know by myself.come on.i'm oreadi tired enuff.i dont think i'll have to time to GUESS what you guys </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107836898716398541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107836898716398541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836898716398541' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107832856833235360</id><published>2004-03-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T23:45:46.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the feelings deep down inside remained untouched and fresh.right.no one will ever understand how i feel.this is just so pathetic.having to face this crap everyday.is it so hard?for you to just be understanding for a single moment?its all about you isnt it?dere aint me.i feel totally submerged.time and time again i lost ma pride for you.ma dignity.those i once hold on so dear to.i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832856833235360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832856833235360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832856833235360' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107832441762829630</id><published>2004-03-03T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:36:36.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every single cell in me, is aching for a fight.new template.bud i dont like it.imperfect.oh well,spare me.ma brains cell are like half dead.and you know what?i think i can die if this were to go on for everyday.and everyday,i have to go thru this over and over again.if it isnt killing you,it IS killing me.didnt we agree to compromise?didnt we agree not to be jealous anymore?i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832441762829630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832441762829630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832441762829630' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107832371985667258</id><published>2004-03-03T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:24:58.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say It Isnt So - Gareth GatesSkies are darkIt's time for rainFinal call, you board the trainHeading for tomorrowI wave goodbye to yesterdayWipe the tears you hide your faceBlinded by the sorrowHow can I be smiling like beforeWhen baby you don't love me anymoreChorus:Say it isn't soTell me you're not leavingSay you've changed your mind nowThat I am only dreamingThat this is not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832371985667258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107832371985667258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832371985667258' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107813009872863122</id><published>2004-03-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:37:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmms.heard u cry over da fone ytd..its scares me like farke.realised how much i mean to you,and how much u actualli love me.i regretted for da thgs i've done to make you cry.pls,dont cry anymore.it hurts me till da deepest region of ma heart.//if realise, i don't wanna let go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107813009872863122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107813009872863122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107813009872863122' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107812959125153804</id><published>2004-03-01T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T16:29:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurs.went sentosa ytd.had a great time.bud i shant tok bout wad happened aft dat.its over and shall not happed agn.and YOU.pls dont scare me like dat anymore ok.i've a weak heart.i cant tk dis kinda frights.now everythg's back to normal agn.no one's killing demselves.no one's dying.no one's gg anywhr to look for anyone.phew.iam so glad everythg's ok now.//sunshine after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107812959125153804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107812959125153804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107812959125153804' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107796882997397940</id><published>2004-02-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T19:50:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wooohoo~iam so prouda maself.i successfully password-ed ma blog!HAH HAH HAH.now those morons cant tag me anymore~wheee~and those who got da password,you guys know i love you ok?muahhhs!//you guys form da pillar dat supports ma life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107796882997397940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107796882997397940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107796882997397940' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107795147595646978</id><published>2004-02-28T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T15:00:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey peeps.how did u guys do for O's?tagg me ur results ok?=))and well,i didnt reali do VERY good.bud at least i can go wherever i want to.and to dat moron who kept invading ma tag,pls ged a life.you're not pissing me off.you're just plainly displaying ur childishness.and apparently you are still imbecile.i wont say much.just hope you will grow up one day.//calling you a retard wld</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107795147595646978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107795147595646978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107795147595646978' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107795066622322895</id><published>2004-02-28T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T14:47:18.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things have been pretty messy these few days.its more then i can handle.i can sense ur change.its not you anymore.you frightened me pretty badly today.please don't do that anymore.ma heart can't take this.i hope things will turn out for da betta.as in,things between me and you.lets work for da betta.lets face da odds together.//a few more steps to eternity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107795066622322895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107795066622322895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107795066622322895' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107771126626940652</id><published>2004-02-25T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:18:43.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.iam bloody.tskkk.and da worst thg is..i ran outta pads.stupid or stupid.gonna ged cranky dis few days..so peeps,pls bear with it ok?it'll be over SOON.chelvi called todae.ma junior.tell me,how sweet is dat.awww~she wans to see me on fri.in sch.well,i shall see u dere den chel~(she doesnt read ma blog. iam being redundant here.)hmms.and no one has contacts to YUNNAM?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107771126626940652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107771126626940652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107771126626940652' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-10776457438090827</id><published>2004-02-25T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T02:05:11.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>golly.imma go mad soon.and ma hair.its running thin.like...i've been pulling dem so often nowadays.anyone has contacts to YUNNAM HAIRCARE?intro me in pls.and i hv TB too.kept coughin da whole day.oh my giraffes.iam sooooo sick.down with thin hair and TB and breast cancer.hah.imma die soon.and iam easily slpy nowadays.yawns**shall log out and slp.i cant tk it animore.and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/10776457438090827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/10776457438090827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10776457438090827' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107764469159920289</id><published>2004-02-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T01:47:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh.i feel like throwing maself outta da window pls?ok. tell me.how worst can dis ged.iam so tired of it.is dis gg to go on forever?oh baby.give me a break.stop "ma-bitchin".it doesnt mean dat u need to hv one when i got one.wads ur problem?iam so sick and tired of dis.u are putting us on a thin line.dont mk me snap it. dont. pls.lets try to make thgs betta.we cant go on like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107764469159920289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107764469159920289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107764469159920289' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107758975465581734</id><published>2004-02-24T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T10:32:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>arggghhhh.i swear dis pimple on ma face is killing me.or pimpleS.TSK.guess am hving ma menses soon.LOL.pad anione?wahahha.anyway..i've been staying at home for da past few days.shall go town todae and update maself.hee~and i hope i can see those i love  and miss too!like you noe... nai, pui, lex, qiao.. etc etc.haha.and i shall drop by yoshinoya to visit maye too.whee~and baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107758975465581734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107758975465581734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758975465581734' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107750302503172391</id><published>2004-02-23T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T10:26:30.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wadever attitude u are giving me,imma tk it all in.i shall lay down ma pride to see a smile of urs.//say it isnt so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107750302503172391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107750302503172391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750302503172391' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107743770467507939</id><published>2004-02-22T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T16:17:49.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boobooboo!iam so bored.dis online and staring-at-ma-comp thg is killing me.and did i told cha guys?i got a NEW fone!haha.so great.i bet i look oh-so-cool flipping open ma fone.haha.and ma next target's a new walletie!pple who loves me out dere,HINT HINT HINT!buahahaha.and i've found a new laffter!*points up*and hello?dis is copyright ok?i can SUE you if you copy!*grins*and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107743770467507939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107743770467507939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743770467507939' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-10773858574740282</id><published>2004-02-22T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T01:53:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>acks!iam sooooo happie todae!cos i got maself a new hp!samsung X430.sounds cool har?lastest model lerhs~LOL.it cost 522 aft 5% gst.haha.i had to pay half for it.good bargain thou.bud poor mummy.hmmms.broke agn all of a sudden har!and we quarelled todae.stupid mummy.lazy to explain,bud imma wake up 7am in da morning to mk breakfast tmr for da whole family.heee.amendments.wooo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/10773858574740282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/10773858574740282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#10773858574740282' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107712364071797694</id><published>2004-02-19T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:03:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bahhh. i miss her.leave me alone.i only want her.//riding da clouds with ya.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107712364071797694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107712364071797694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712364071797694' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107694323438632069</id><published>2004-02-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:56:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iam missing you so much baby.didnt know it cld be so hard not missing you.i wanna see you soon ok?soon.cos dis is killing me..ahhh..//i'll walk a thousand miles.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107694323438632069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107694323438632069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107694323438632069' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107685258308980963</id><published>2004-02-15T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T21:45:38.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby's sick.iam so worried.didnt noe wad to say.she sounded bad over the fone.dere's nth i cld do,i wasn't dere by her side.all i cld,is to keep askin her,"dear, do you feel betta now?"tell me,am i useless or wad?iam sorrie baby,if the v day wasnt reali dat good.bud i promise,future v.days will be betta.cos,dere nth more i wan,den to see you smile.i thot bout alot by the pool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107685258308980963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107685258308980963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107685258308980963' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107684156314240655</id><published>2004-02-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T18:41:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our first valentines.hey baby,nth cld be nicer den walkin down east coast holdin your hand and singing with you.you've made our valentine's so wonderful dat i wld nv forget it in dis life.and if you didnt noe,we spent 33hrs tgt since i met you at cityhall at 4pm.33hrs, not leaving each others' side.how sweet.how short.i wish i cld spent eternity with you.i wish.. i wish...and out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107684156314240655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107684156314240655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684156314240655' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107660643247551659</id><published>2004-02-13T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T01:23:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you're wrong.so wrong.dis lil thg aint gg to shake me.aint gg to affect any single percent of ma love for you.i still love you dat much.dats why it hurts so much.frankly,i've nv thot dat those words would come from you.never.not even in ma dreams.you were cruel to me ytd.hit me so hard dat i fell.bud iam glad dat you've picked me up once agn.thank you.promise me,promise me dat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107660643247551659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107660643247551659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107660643247551659' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107641754240270184</id><published>2004-02-10T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:11:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now Playing : My everything-98degreesThe loneliness of nights alonethe search for strength to carry onmy every hope has seemed to diemy eyes had no more tears to crythen like the sun shining up aboveyou surrounded me with your endless loveand all the things I couldn't see are now so clear to meYou are my everythingNothing your love won't bringMy life is yours aloneThe only love I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107641754240270184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107641754240270184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107641754240270184' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107634782936576013</id><published>2004-02-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T01:32:56.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woooo~kayson is a happy gurl today!shall blog since ma weather is so nice.heehee.acks.went to ICA today.Immigration Checkpoint Of Authority.hehs.to do ma IC.had to go for interview SUMMORE.stupid.in da end?still had to pay $60.DATS AFT MA APPEAL FOR WAIVER IS SUCCESSFUL.TSK.den,went Bugis MOS with ma baby to pig out.LOL.we are both pigs.i wont deny.heehee.after dat,went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107634782936576013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107634782936576013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107634782936576013' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107617016427429356</id><published>2004-02-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T00:11:48.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now i know pursueing recognition from you is wrong.sorrie.//i pursued a wrong dream.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107617016427429356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107617016427429356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617016427429356' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107616954637859277</id><published>2004-02-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T00:01:30.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i will try ma best baby.wont do anithg to jeopardised our love.i hope,dis will work out the way i want it to be.thou its taking longer then i expected.BUD!time shall not be a factor.like wad maye says,i'll wait forever to be your girl.haha.//i'll be the one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107616954637859277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107616954637859277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616954637859277' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107616506080704324</id><published>2004-02-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:48:24.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i once heard this quote from dunno-who.its says,"if somebody is worth you dying for, then u aint worth living."well,if this is true,then i think my life is worthless.cause,you are worth me dying for baby.//let me in your life will ya?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107616506080704324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107616506080704324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107616506080704324' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107614329071682507</id><published>2004-02-07T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:43:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did i do something wrong to deserve a rejection from you?i dont understand.i reali dont.//accept me and set me free baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107614329071682507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107614329071682507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614329071682507' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107614310300221299</id><published>2004-02-07T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:40:46.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i shldnt hv asked.iam sorrie.juz cant help it.emotions took me over for dat moment.i guess.even if i got no answer from you.i cld guess it from ur reaction.ok.i broke my promise.i failed to love you w/out askin for any answers.sorrie.dis is me.i didnt lie.i did try hard inside me.i fought hard against myself.time and time again.bud.i guess iam juz a loser.i wont deny.i find</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107614310300221299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107614310300221299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107614310300221299' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107609013971122415</id><published>2004-02-07T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T01:58:02.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the pills.now i know why u collect dem.12+2 purple pills.hah.stupid me.i shud hv known.long ago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107609013971122415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107609013971122415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107609013971122415' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107599662878386509</id><published>2004-02-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:59:29.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY ANSWERS TO YOU(pls refer to stacey's entry on Monday, January 19, 2004 )these obstacles within you.you'll hv to learn to overcome them on your own.it's your life.i wont teach youwhat to do or tell you what to say.now you shud know.i appreciate you for being youeven though i know you're not perfect.silly you.you should have realised that.long ago PLEASE.its not really that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599662878386509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599662878386509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599662878386509' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107599583258580138</id><published>2004-02-05T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:46:13.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our love shall never fall.it will alwaes remain stong.//dis cute thg u gave me dat symbolises our love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599583258580138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599583258580138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599583258580138' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107599327470225328</id><published>2004-02-05T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:03:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hehx.this entry,dedicated to my sexy lil thg.(she requested for it)hee.ok.how shud i start?hurs.my sexy lil babynothings seems to go thru my head now except you.iam glad for the way thgs are.iam glad dat you are the one in my life rite now.you are the theme of my life.the reason i wanna breathe.the one who kept me going on.it'll be a full year since we first met dis friday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599327470225328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107599327470225328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107599327470225328' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107589859710309421</id><published>2004-02-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:45:36.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>now playing....Jewel-Standwalk in a corner shopsee a shop lifting copsee the old lady with a gunsee the hero try to runnothings what it seems i meanits not all dirty but its not all cleantheres children paying billstheres monks buyin thrillsthreres brad for sale in magizinetheres pills for rent to make you cleanmarvin good thereswno brother brotherwood a guthrea lent cant feed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107589859710309421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107589859710309421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107589859710309421' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107582399439069026</id><published>2004-02-03T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T19:52:47.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test tesT teST tEST TEST!!![what kinda kisser are you?]kayson, you're a Playful Kisser Talk about freestyle! You've got originality points when it comes to kissing. You are probably the type of person who goes with the flow and plants your pecks accordingly as each situation dictates. And why shouldn't you? The only real important rule is for you to be yourself — and to keep experimenting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107582399439069026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107582399439069026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107582399439069026' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107581304618581429</id><published>2004-02-03T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T20:59:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello?i think iam ggoing mad stoning here.i juz cant get over wad happened.iam sorrie baby.i noe wad is done is done.but i juz cant tk dis lying down.i feel so bad.i caused all dis.ur only memory.i... i...how i wish i cld,cld reverse time.i wldnt hv left ur bag dere.iam juz so sorrie..haiz.dunno why.i juz love it when u juz came outta e shower.sexy i wld say.tempting.keke.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107581304618581429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107581304618581429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107581304618581429' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107579321714105522</id><published>2004-02-03T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T15:29:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey loved ones.bad bad news.kayson juz lost her hp and her wallet.and everythg inside.so,u noe?dis suck big time.anyway,my loved ones,pls tag me ur no. ok?and if deres anithg,u can call my hse and look for "not kayson"bud my real name la.don get me into deep shit please.and yah.thanks alot.love you guys many.//thou i lost my eveythg, iam glad dat i still hv you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107579321714105522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107579321714105522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579321714105522' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107556940133953229</id><published>2004-02-01T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T01:18:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurhur.promised her dat imma blog.so here i am.keke.bought a new sweater few days ago.quiksilver.baby liked dat design.so i bought it.hehe.its white.bad choice.u guys noe why.haha.met up w maye ytd.she looked troubled by her att.hur.i rather she's single man.she's no longer as happy now.wads the point of being tgt den?jerome juz dont noe how to cherish her.she's a nice girl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107556940133953229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107556940133953229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107556940133953229' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107530468470718387</id><published>2004-01-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T23:46:55.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i find myself easily disgusted by pple whom i onced loved.========================================initially,its 3.now it came down to 1.juz 1.my 1 and only.its hard waitin for her.i admit.had everythg squeezed dry from me.but i know its all worth whileisnt it baby?when i held you hand.when i hugged you close.hehe.tend to miss the lil thgs.holding hands,hugging you.even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107530468470718387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107530468470718387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530468470718387' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107504712909927261</id><published>2004-01-26T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T00:14:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//you're my lock and i'm your key.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107504712909927261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107504712909927261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504712909927261' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107504521827355164</id><published>2004-01-25T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:42:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.heh.so many tomorrows.sick and tired.blah.//missing you has became a part of my life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107504521827355164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107504521827355164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107504521827355164' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496707797713626</id><published>2004-01-25T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T02:00:02.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woohoo.survived another moodswing.haiz.//juz how much more can i take?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496707797713626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496707797713626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496707797713626' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496365372319124</id><published>2004-01-25T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T01:02:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u werent dere when i need you the most.u are not even trying.i am so hurt.//i wish i could juz die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496365372319124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496365372319124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496365372319124' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496355595182336</id><published>2004-01-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T01:01:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i could never be as important.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496355595182336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496355595182336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496355595182336' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496285529953307</id><published>2004-01-25T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:49:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was wrong.no one loves me.now i finally know..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496285529953307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496285529953307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496285529953307' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496220181790021</id><published>2004-01-25T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:38:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//i dont feel alive at all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496220181790021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496220181790021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496220181790021' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107496211696952400</id><published>2004-01-25T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:37:21.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant seem to get her completely outta my life.nobody knows how miserable i feel right now.wad u guys wan me to do?first,u all ask me to leave her.and when i finally did it,u all start msgin her and stuff.wad u all want from me???i feel so awkward when u guys tok bout her.i used to noe her the best.and yet now?u guys are coming to tell me thgs bout her.hah.dis is so gay ok?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496211696952400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107496211696952400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496211696952400' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107488380432165879</id><published>2004-01-24T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T02:52:08.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanted to change my blog song.dilemma was my first choice.and her fave songs lined up behind.in the end?found none.except lots and lots of porn ads and pop-ups.aahhh.i give up.make do w dis ok baby?i'll try my best to get you ur dilemma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488380432165879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488380432165879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488380432165879' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107488128752526662</id><published>2004-01-24T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T02:10:11.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//completing the rest of my life journey with you by my side</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488128752526662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488128752526662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488128752526662' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107488104582415613</id><published>2004-01-24T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T02:06:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iam still sick..feeling a lil weird in the tummy.wonder wads wrong.hmms.3 days w/out seein her.we've both been busy w the new year.3 days.seems like 3months to me.3 months of torment.wooooh.nv miss sumone so much before.told cha only she has the power.lol.baby,no words can describe how much i miss you.u don need to noe too.juz feel it with ur heart ok?"far at distance, close </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488104582415613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107488104582415613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488104582415613' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107487725004690664</id><published>2004-01-24T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T01:03:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At the beginning - Richard Marx &amp; Donna Lewiswe were strangers, starting out on a journeyNever dreaming, what we'd have to go throughNow here we are, i'm suddenly standingAt the beginning with youNo one told me i was going to find youUnexpected, what you did to my heartWhen i lost hope, you were there to remind meThis is the startAnd life is a road that i wanna keep goingLove is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107487725004690664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107487725004690664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107487725004690664' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107479352595557856</id><published>2004-01-23T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:47:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey!!i thot of a wae to earn back my $56 le!!gamble gamble gamble!!!gonna win it all back!!haha!!its a must!!wheee~//cant help but admit dat iam juz so smart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479352595557856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479352595557856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479352595557856' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107479328587312803</id><published>2004-01-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:43:28.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lost $56 todae.cos i didnt go to my dad's fren's place.7 angpaos ok!!if i knew earlier.i wld hv gone no matter how sick i am.$56.enuff to buy my baby her levis jeans.enuff to buy me my surfer.enuff for 10cups of cb pure choc w cream.enuff for me to get her her valentine's pressie.argh.i juz cant tk it down ok.HELLO?!?!$56!!urgh!pissin e shit outta me.//i wan my $56!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479328587312803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479328587312803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479328587312803' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107479306910497698</id><published>2004-01-23T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T01:45:40.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>peeps,iam soooooooooo lazy to blog.cos iam sick.all thanks to dat moron who accused me of being weak.and u noe wads e moral behind e story?first.never never ever lend ur shirt to ur fren even thou u see her shivering in e wind.cos she'll sae u weak in return instead of appreciatin and thankin you.second.never never ever wear a gay shirt(tight-fitting thin clothe) under ur collar.cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479306910497698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107479306910497698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479306910497698' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107470886875603524</id><published>2004-01-22T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T02:16:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and one more thg.to you.pls stop roaring.its irratating the shit outta me.//sickandtiredandirratatedanddisgusted.give me a break.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470886875603524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470886875603524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470886875603524' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107470870965725453</id><published>2004-01-22T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T02:13:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aniwae.huiwen.iam sorrie.//iam juz an irratatin piece of shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470870965725453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470870965725453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470870965725453' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107470744110508160</id><published>2004-01-22T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:52:42.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aquarius.by the pool side.she's lyin beside me.and she juz bathed.her smell..mmmm..sweet and nice.kept lingerin in my nose.even till now.i like the way she smells.its alwaes so nice.i like the way she walks.dats wad made her so outstanding.i like the way she talks.even rubbish makes sense to me.i like the way she kiss.full of passion and love.i like the way she touch.made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470744110508160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470744110508160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470744110508160' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107470493376466709</id><published>2004-01-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T01:10:55.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its cheena new year le.hmms.hope it'll be a betta year.serious.hmms.but i got a feeling dat.with her in my life.days will be much much betta.she'll see to dat.wont you baby?hehe.anw,hv been thinkin bout dis valentine's day.kinda anxious.cant wait for dat dae to come.wonder who will be the one spendin it w me.i hope its her.i reali hope so.hv plans for e big day le.but not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470493376466709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107470493376466709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107470493376466709' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107467405633280627</id><published>2004-01-21T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:36:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up dis mornin.had a weird feeling inside me.cldnt reali speak of it.it was juz a sense of happiness in me.yeah.dats right.a sense of happiness.dats wad i will call it.and who brought me dis feeling?lol.who else except her?heehee.iam surprised dat i felt dis way.cos i've nv been like dat b4.so indulged in the sense of happiness.i guess dis is wad dey call love.is it?*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107467405633280627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107467405633280627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107467405633280627' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107453136382923683</id><published>2004-01-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T00:58:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//iam surprised dat i miss you dis much baby</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107453136382923683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107453136382923683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107453136382923683' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107452261147027116</id><published>2004-01-19T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:00:25.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//i've faith in you baby.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107452261147027116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107452261147027116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452261147027116' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107452228442622422</id><published>2004-01-19T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:26:42.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i do miss you..kinda..but i wont tell you.cant believe e days are over.i still rmb how i feel when i waited for ur return.how lost i felt.how empty i felt.how i walk home as i cry.the tears i shed.its wasted.but i wont regret.my decisions.and whr am i bringin our r/s to rite now.iam pushin it over e cliff.yes.and i noe wad iam doin.iam growing up now.yes.i am.//guess iam</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107452228442622422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107452228442622422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452228442622422' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107451992261655068</id><published>2004-01-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T21:47:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Swing Swing - All American RejectsDays swiftly come and goI'm dreaming of herShe's seeing other gurlsEmotions a stirThe sun is goneThe nights are longAnd I am left while the tears fallDid you think that I would cry on the phone?Do you know what it feels like being alone?I'll find someone new(Swing) swing swing from the tangles ofMy heart is crushed by a former loveCan you help me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107451992261655068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107451992261655068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107451992261655068' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107450469041425260</id><published>2004-01-19T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:33:28.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//losing faith in what you do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450469041425260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450469041425260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450469041425260' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107450456728768903</id><published>2004-01-19T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:32:01.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//iam slipping away like sand to the tide</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450456728768903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450456728768903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450456728768903' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107450432586824347</id><published>2004-01-19T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:27:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//this much is true</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450432586824347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450432586824347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450432586824347' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107450428962032877</id><published>2004-01-19T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T17:26:47.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>//why make me strong if you're goin to break me once again?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450428962032877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107450428962032877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107450428962032877' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107449840313087827</id><published>2004-01-19T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T15:48:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was updating my fridae.the "more about me" section.suddenly.i didnt what to type.i feel so lost.i feel so unwanted.and i dunno why.i no longer noe why am i living for.i used to live for myself.den,i lived for her.now,i see no purpose in life.lately,its so hard to find myself.i seemed to change.into someone i dont noe.yeah.i dont noe myself animore.how i wish.wish someone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107449840313087827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107449840313087827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449840313087827' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107443258814071636</id><published>2004-01-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:31:44.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why wont she sae yes?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107443258814071636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107443258814071636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107443258814071636' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107436682081545465</id><published>2004-01-18T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T21:21:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iam glad w my skills of covering my inner feelings.is dat e credit of my cca?i dont think so.i think i hv it inside me.deep down,sumhow,i'll learn to let her go thou.and i can do it.i told myself.sandra is a strong person.she's not goin to break down so easily.and to all who loves me,juz wanna tell u guys,I LOVE YOU TOO!!i am wad i am.don try to put yr theory into my head.it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436682081545465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436682081545465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436682081545465' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107436638833720433</id><published>2004-01-18T03:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T03:18:23.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my heart softens everytime i hear dat song,and dat line."this song is my sorry"iam sorry too u noe.in many ways i cant sae.tears filled my eyes.sometimes,i juz cant bring myself to face dis fact.but i got to.i'll become a happier person.sumone who is more real.lives like a real human.no longer indulging in you.no longer yearns to meet you.iam numb.so numb.dat i feel nth when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436638833720433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436638833720433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436638833720433' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107436588138126488</id><published>2004-01-18T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:59:56.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dahhh-ling.hmms.iam still kinda worried bout yer throat.i hope the situation becomes betta.=]and i miss u alot too!hehe.meet up sooooooon ok?i cant wait to see u agn.and bout us,i hope u are regainin faith.iam changin for e betta.can u see?=]heehee!iloveyou!muacks!*-- baobei//Look in my eyes and you'll realise there's no disguise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436588138126488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436588138126488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436588138126488' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107436551799152983</id><published>2004-01-18T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:53:53.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey gurl,noe wad?i miss u lotsa oreadi.OUR thg,i cant wait.lol.aniwae,juz wan ya to tk care of yerself arhs!eat more ok?hugs!muacksy!*-- maye//we are king and queen and morons forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436551799152983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436551799152983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436551799152983' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107436535957735694</id><published>2004-01-18T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:51:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i noe iam too harsh towards you.but iam sorrie.dere's nth i can do to stop myself.i cant be sweet to u animore.i don wanna.aft knowin dat u are w her.how u expect me to be sweet?iam not a moron ok.but aniwae.u hv her in yer life de.guess u wont need me animore.i meant wad i said.and if u reali wan thgs to improve.u shud noe wad to do la.i've been sayin for e past yr.and i'd nuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436535957735694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107436535957735694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436535957735694' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107435609227332506</id><published>2004-01-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T01:12:09.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant tell myself dat i love you animore.no.i cant do it.i feel so disgusted.even huiwen is sweeter den you.i finally noe wads wrong w me rite now.why kor alwaes sae i stupid.hah.iam reali stupid.to think i was so into her.crap!wad farke!?i feel like slappin e hell outta myself now.i dunno.i dunno why am i so angry w myself rite now.all e thgs dat i've done for her.haiz.nuff </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435609227332506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435609227332506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435609227332506' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107435112448766188</id><published>2004-01-17T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:53:59.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HELLO?!?!iam disgusted by u and her.get e farke outta my life//</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435112448766188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435112448766188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435112448766188' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107435045526998912</id><published>2004-01-17T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:42:50.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i do wad i wanna do.i see wad i wanna see.i hear wad i wanna hear.i eat wad i wanna eat.i drink wan i wanna drink.i live how i wanna live.i breathe wad i wanna breathe.i love who i wanna love.this is ME.tk it or leave it.//</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435045526998912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435045526998912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435045526998912' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107435034876509395</id><published>2004-01-17T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:41:03.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dats all i can do for you//</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435034876509395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107435034876509395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107435034876509395' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107428351607074955</id><published>2004-01-17T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T04:08:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurhur.went to watch movie today."cheaper by the dozen"lol.darn friggin farnie.but i wasnt reali concentrating in e movie.cannot focus.cos sumone beside me is more attractive den e movie.lol.my baby.i turned to look at her at regular intervals.hope she didnt notice.haha.i think she didnt la.if not she wld hv made fun of me.=]didnt play w e escalator today.no mood.no fun.cos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107428351607074955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107428351607074955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428351607074955' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107410127892058553</id><published>2004-01-15T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T01:29:50.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling wad iam feeling rite now,mks my decision even more firm.the way u touched my face,my neck.the way u stroked my hair.the way u held my arm.the way u hugged my from the back.its comfortable lyin on you.hadnt feel dis way since long ago.its you who brought dis feeling back into me.the escalator seemed like a timemachine.everytime we stepped on to it,we hugged.and time seemed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107410127892058553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107410127892058553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107410127892058553' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107401650519929386</id><published>2004-01-14T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T02:11:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurtin you is e last thg i wanna do.//all i want is you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107401650519929386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107401650519929386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107401650519929386' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107398633871758245</id><published>2004-01-13T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T17:45:12.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tralalalaalala~bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107398633871758245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107398633871758245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107398633871758245' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107397442958818258</id><published>2004-01-13T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T16:26:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hohoho.did e "how picky are you?" test.linked it from friendster.FUN!!iam surprised with e results!hah.kayson's score : 50%Quite Picky!You've high standards and may not be too quick to reject people, but you still understand that everyone has to make a few compromises, even in e most succesful relationships.=]try it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107397442958818258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107397442958818258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397442958818258' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107393973106425794</id><published>2004-01-13T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T04:35:51.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ps cinema.watched mona lisa's smile w her.find e movie title mismatched e movie.didnt noe wad was gg on w e show.but can tell its a nice movie.=]had a great time.best movie-watchin exp ever.leaned on her.felt warm and nice.held her hand thru out.it was cold.den i hide it inside me.as in.in my shirt.=]had dinner tgt.and with those brothers.lol.stace almost puked.wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107393973106425794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107393973106425794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393973106425794' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107393166601617019</id><published>2004-01-13T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:21:26.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wadever dat is said below.mks no sense to me.e more i read.e more farkedup i get.wad is dis?3mths of r/s cant even get u to meet me.and now,she's sayin dat u're at her place???i cant get myself over dis.i reali cant.i don wanna hear animore rubbish like wad is written below.iam sick and tired of everythg.yeah.practically everythg.i don wanna hear bout you and her animore.pls</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107393166601617019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107393166601617019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393166601617019' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107388027012679375</id><published>2004-01-12T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:04:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've thot bout it long and hard last nite.tried many waes to comfort myself.seein those words in yer fridae,dey hurt so much.i dont noe why.but i felt sour in my eyes.i twisted and turned.unable to fall aslp.kept thinkin bout you.i thot bout e time we spent tgt.those words u used to sae.and now,u are usin it on others.its hard to accept.dat u are falling fer her.but i'll learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107388027012679375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107388027012679375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388027012679375' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107380911758967422</id><published>2004-01-11T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T16:18:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iam shattered.i dunno wad to do.facing dis.i feel so lost.yeah.maybe i shud stay single la.i love e both of dem.i know it.but i juz cant let go.can i hv two?haiz.sombody.save me.//fallingintotheabyss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107380911758967422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107380911758967422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107380911758967422' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107376610751445711</id><published>2004-01-11T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T04:22:07.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boat quay.sittin by e river.with you on my lap.was lookin out fer fishes.i tried.but failed.wondered how maye saw dem.she muz hv pretty good eyes. =]den.we were lookin out fer sharks,crocs and dead bodies.haha.inside joke.but all we saw was bottles and peanuts.water hit e cement wall beside us.splashes of water.reflection of street lights on e river surface.passin by of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107376610751445711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107376610751445711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107376610751445711' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107372966002006178</id><published>2004-01-10T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T18:14:39.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wad am i suppose to sae?i see dem doin thgs to demselves.it hurts so much deeply.wad hv i done to dem?has lovin' dem brought dem sufferings?shud i let go?or shud i not?shud i persist?or shud i i not?my brains are workin hard.so hard dat i think millions of cells had passed awae.i type as i cry.i cry as i type.its been a rough road.how thgs came by.how we came by.now seein </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107372966002006178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107372966002006178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372966002006178' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107333875929484923</id><published>2004-01-06T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T05:39:38.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woah.another new dae.but are thgs gonna get betta?hmm.i miss youyeah.you.don look ard la!its you.whoelsecoulditbeexceptyou?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107333875929484923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107333875929484923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107333875929484923' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107327718196340619</id><published>2004-01-05T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T12:33:20.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmm..i think iam goin mad inside me..frankly,iam kinda happie when i received e msg she sent meand u noe wad darling?bein selfish is totally alryt with me!in fact,iam glad dat u feel dat wae.its shows dat u've me in yer heart!*sMiLeS*dere's sth wrong w e broadband,e speed is damn freakin slow.it tks like 15mins to open up blogger?and almost 30mins to open up fridae?wah!its killin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107327718196340619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107327718196340619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107327718196340619' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107322136923422339</id><published>2004-01-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T21:03:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wah!i bought pink tops!yeah!pink!one hot pink and one light pink!*gRiNS*gonna wear it down monks dis fri!so, anione in pink,it could be me!wahaha..i think iam mad.boo?baa?bleh!hee..peek-a-boo!fun.nice!wah.i still think iam mad.M A DD A M!hee..goin off to bathe liao!wheeeeeeee~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322136923422339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322136923422339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322136923422339' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107322099518325204</id><published>2004-01-04T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:56:53.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>refresh.refresh.refresh.argh.but i still cant get im my blog.*gRuMbLeS*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322099518325204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322099518325204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322099518325204' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107322089823328122</id><published>2004-01-04T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:59:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rah.i don like e position iam in..i dunno wad to do..haiz.aniwae..cant go my blog..roar.guess i contracted her language..kept roarin here and dere..hahs..aniwaes..hmms..i miss alot of pple wor..miss her, and her.and herand herand herand her.hee..all different pple arhs..bleh..hmms..and i miss youyeah.you.whereisthelove?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322089823328122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322089823328122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322089823328122' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107322058192324311</id><published>2004-01-04T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:50:00.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aniwae..dear?i don like e wae u are rite now?its like so weird?can u be normal?haiz..aniwae..u'll alwaes be in my heartand u noe it..so stop doin those thgs to urself kiex..i love u..hugs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322058192324311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322058192324311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322058192324311' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107322041062233478</id><published>2004-01-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:47:09.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha..finalli can blog le..wahaha..i wanna complain can?got broadband like no broadband..hmms..aniwae..juz wanna sae i miss u guys!muacks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322041062233478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107322041062233478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107322041062233478' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107307196499574304</id><published>2004-01-03T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T03:36:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>u said u like a scandalous affair..which is like wad we're hvin right now..do u reali like it?or izzit juz a passin' comment?i love e feelin' when iam holdin' you close..close to my body.and e wae u were holdin' back me just felt so right..how do u feel about us?i wanna noe dear..frankly,i don reali like e idea of hvin an affair..yes.i admit.its sexy and stuff..but isnt bein tgt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107307196499574304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107307196499574304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107307196499574304' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5979591.post-107306772402279567</id><published>2004-01-03T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T02:22:22.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went thru all my past entries..realised how thgs hv changed..how i used to be so sweet,and now turnin my back on ya..dats not e wae i want thgs to turn out..u misunderstood me..e r/s had turned sour..can see yer tryin to save it.but iam sorrie cos i dunno wad i can do bout it..everytime i thot of how we came by..how much we went thru before we got tgt,i juz can muster up e courage to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107306772402279567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5979591/posts/default/107306772402279567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatelies.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306772402279567' title=''/><author><name>kayyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17499937469611404100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://www.fridae.com/personals/pix/kayson_157KUMzQwK.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
