<?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-2584599828333438739</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:18:15.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Weird ♀</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm kinda in love with Magic ♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-5046936997868390455</id><published>2012-02-10T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T10:59:39.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens when you smoked through your pharmaco quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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3 weeks of attachment @ NUH&amp;gt;1 more week of holiday&amp;gt; YEAR 2!*&lt;br /&gt;So egg-cited for my holidays ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: it feels kinda odd &amp;amp; yet kinda good  that I don't have any serious feeling for any particular person. guess I'll remain single for the 3 years in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: KFC chicken is my new love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8382509594500406998?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8382509594500406998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8382509594500406998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-think-i-living-in-oven.html' title='I think I&apos;m living in an oven'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4806415974599498684</id><published>2012-02-04T09:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T16:02:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM LEVINE IS SEXY FROM HEAD TO TOE</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xKpIPhc2g2I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4806415974599498684?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4806415974599498684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4806415974599498684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/02/adam-levine-is-sexy-from-head-to-toe.html' title='ADAM LEVINE IS SEXY FROM HEAD TO TOE'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xKpIPhc2g2I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-3694075730862459769</id><published>2012-02-01T06:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:15:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing them so effing much</title><content type='html'>God, please be with them always &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; 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Mentally &amp; physically.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I'm PMS-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'm just plain lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;Four hours of sleep is not enough at all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I can't believe I didn't pay attention during CMbio lecture- this isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf is wrong with me?!    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-624690495325069281?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/624690495325069281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/624690495325069281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/tired-mentally-physically.html' title='Tired. Mentally &amp;amp; physically.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-3435900311647837246</id><published>2012-01-26T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:34:05.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 facts about me</title><content type='html'>1) I'm a very shy person. &lt;br /&gt;2) I'm attracted to anything &amp; everything that's pink in color.&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm allergic to prawns &amp; peanut butter. They'll give me terrible rashes. &lt;br /&gt;4) I have a phobia of bicycles after I fell   off my bike down a slope on 2010's new year's day.&lt;br /&gt;5) I love nail art. Call me superficial but whatever- they make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;6) I check out girls more than the average number of times a guy'd check girls out.&lt;br /&gt;7) No, I'm not a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;8) I used to be a swimmer- I trained till I got my GOLD NSSA cert. &lt;br /&gt;9) Now, I'm just swimming for leisure.&lt;br /&gt;10) My speciality, however is breast-stroke ^^&lt;br /&gt;11) I've sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;12) I tend to keep my feelings to myself.&lt;br /&gt;13) I've not been in a real r/s with a guy before.&lt;br /&gt;14) I love beef.&lt;br /&gt;15) I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;16) I don't smoke but I drink.&lt;br /&gt;17) One of my favorite things to do online is to listen to music &amp; tumblr!!&lt;br /&gt;18) I love clubbing music. But not clubbing itself.&lt;br /&gt;19) I hate crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;20) Biology was my best &amp; favorite subject in high school.&lt;br /&gt;21) Physics on the other hand was my worst- the only 2 occasions I passed physics was my sec 3 CT &amp; my O levels- C6. All the time I was getting F9s for it. &lt;br /&gt;22) I have a love-hate relationship with chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;23) I love reading.&lt;br /&gt;24) I love Harry Potter- it's my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;25) I love watching chick flicks &amp; ANTM :] &lt;br /&gt;26) I adore roses. Especially those red like blood ones.&lt;br /&gt;27) Absurd it may sound but I make wishes on 11:11. &lt;br /&gt;28) I love sleeping (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;29) I believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;30) I used to have suicidal thoughts before when I was as young as 12- that for another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for school!&lt;br /&gt;Might be needing lots &amp; lots of it!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-3435900311647837246?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3435900311647837246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3435900311647837246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-facts-about-me.html' title='30 facts about me'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7522320624251120272</id><published>2012-01-18T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:09:07.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Weather's been so hot these days.&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating whether I should cut my hair. ʅ（´◔౪◔）ʃ&lt;br /&gt;I'd say school has been pretty lenient to me for these couple of days- the only unfortunate thing was how I smoked through my pharmacology test. Shame on me for not studying though. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, well... Don't really wanna think about exams. But I know I have to. Why am I so lazy to study haizz.&lt;br /&gt;On lighter note, I stopped stalking him on fb. I still do check his profile out in the pics he has been tagged in tho. I know I have to stop this insanity. Stop liking someone so fondly when he can't even stand my presence.&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 going on 5 years, I must stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The next guy'll be better, I promise myself.~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless! :] &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7522320624251120272?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7522320624251120272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7522320624251120272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8743949890933747622</id><published>2012-01-15T14:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:30:20.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zXqR6QiQczw/TxJyehaoOlI/AAAAAAAAASo/rdfA8ilsbmg/s640/blogger-image--846376162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zXqR6QiQczw/TxJyehaoOlI/AAAAAAAAASo/rdfA8ilsbmg/s640/blogger-image--846376162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8743949890933747622?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8743949890933747622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8743949890933747622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zXqR6QiQczw/TxJyehaoOlI/AAAAAAAAASo/rdfA8ilsbmg/s72-c/blogger-image--846376162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4936124336942419641</id><published>2012-01-12T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T21:43:35.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is short</title><content type='html'>The atmosphere was eerie. &lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped out of my dad's car, I felt it. I felt as if, as if there was an aura of spookiness. An aura of fear.&lt;br /&gt;There were people chanting prayers, burning incense, joss-sticks. &lt;br /&gt;It was just different, different from the atmosphere in a wedding banquet. &lt;br /&gt;No high heels, no pretty tiny dresses, no handsome lads in tuxedos, no.. sense of joyfulness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awkward meeting your other relatives, the relatives whom you have never met at all &amp; suddenly, you are being introduced....at a wake.&lt;br /&gt;How inappropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the ones you love as time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4936124336942419641?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4936124336942419641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4936124336942419641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-is-short.html' title='Time is short'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-6342200910269019546</id><published>2012-01-08T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:03:59.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLISON HARVARD</title><content type='html'>You're my inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;I love you. &lt;br /&gt;Stay weird, I like weird people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uZwyvhkJaj4/TwkjvDPS3cI/AAAAAAAAASY/yTkUQZa8-Tg/s640/blogger-image--1235023501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uZwyvhkJaj4/TwkjvDPS3cI/AAAAAAAAASY/yTkUQZa8-Tg/s640/blogger-image--1235023501.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-6342200910269019546?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6342200910269019546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6342200910269019546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-allison-harvard.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALLISON HARVARD'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uZwyvhkJaj4/TwkjvDPS3cI/AAAAAAAAASY/yTkUQZa8-Tg/s72-c/blogger-image--1235023501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7149420149509337481</id><published>2012-01-07T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:30:03.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WFL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;" ‎Its like you're screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;and no one can hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;and that without them you feel like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one will ever understand how much it hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when its over and its gone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;so that you could have the good. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7149420149509337481?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7149420149509337481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7149420149509337481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/wfl.html' title='WFL'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-6833082178079874421</id><published>2012-01-07T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T16:07:45.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do what you want</title><content type='html'>i'll be lying if i said that picture didn't make me angry; it actually made me lost my concentration on my lit review.&lt;div&gt;you two look happy together- your arms over her shoulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that no matter how much i want us to be together again, it will never ever happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were never meant to be together anw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if we were meant to be, we wouldn't have landed in this plight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-6833082178079874421?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6833082178079874421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6833082178079874421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/do-what-you-want.html' title='do what you want'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8227540989180418136</id><published>2012-01-02T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:33:43.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiz</title><content type='html'>There's some significance when he messaged 'will I see you later?' &lt;br /&gt;There isn't any tint of desperateness or any rush wanting for me to reply his text. Actually he's quite a good catch.&lt;br /&gt;Tall. Humorous. Sensitive. Sensible. Caring to his friends. Perfect GPA. Loves his parents especially his mother so so much. Respect his parents. Christian. Thinker- thinks a lot about situations &amp; their consequences. Respects girls very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my heart doesn't seem stirred by his presence/words/ kind actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn complicated lah. Zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8227540989180418136?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8227540989180418136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8227540989180418136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiz.html' title='Haiz'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-3354846818379735317</id><published>2011-12-31T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:45:36.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This spoke to me</title><content type='html'>I love you too Jesus &lt;3&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cA5mrd26sPA/Tv53TklrfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/T0L8VY3nZLA/s640/blogger-image--93088504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cA5mrd26sPA/Tv53TklrfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/T0L8VY3nZLA/s640/blogger-image--93088504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-3354846818379735317?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3354846818379735317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3354846818379735317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-spoke-to-me.html' title='This spoke to me'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cA5mrd26sPA/Tv53TklrfiI/AAAAAAAAASM/T0L8VY3nZLA/s72-c/blogger-image--93088504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-5118486239868392598</id><published>2011-12-30T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:09:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate school. I hate poly life.</title><content type='html'>Blogging this while having the heaviest of heart. * massive sigh *&lt;br /&gt;Poly life- a place meant to attain higher education not to make any friends. My secondary school teachers were right- no one cares about you when you're at poly. NO ONE DOES.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so caught up with their own fucking lifes. &amp; everyone's just so goddamn selfish. I can't take it anymore. I hate poly life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more sem &amp; 2 more years then I shall be free! I can do it. I know i can. &lt;br /&gt;* wipes away tears * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger than this. I can. I can. I can. * purses lips * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be my own pillar of strength &amp; support &amp; entertain in school. I can. I can do this! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-5118486239868392598?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5118486239868392598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5118486239868392598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-hate-school-i-hate-poly-life.html' title='I hate school. I hate poly life.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4272848638040958102</id><published>2011-12-29T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:46:10.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>The thought of going back to school next Tuesday is scaring me.&lt;br /&gt;The thought that 2011 is coming to an end kinda.. creeps me out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I did my Os.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I did odd jobs with my secondary school friends to kill time whilst waiting for our results.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe I'm a student of Ngee Ann poly.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I'm a nursing student who has already gone through 7 weeks of clinical attachment.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe that I'm... 17 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. How time... Flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4272848638040958102?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4272848638040958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4272848638040958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-536255353780172103</id><published>2011-12-27T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:15:01.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"you don't know how lovely you are"</title><content type='html'>Been listening to Coldplay's songs these few days.&lt;div&gt;Probably cos of the cold,dreamy weather hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really must stop procrastinating- i've 2 individual reports still left undone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate hate hate assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate hate hate hate my "good" procrastinating skills more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-536255353780172103?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/536255353780172103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/536255353780172103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-dont-know-how-lovely-you-are.html' title='&quot;you don&apos;t know how lovely you are&quot;'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8839551685424956552</id><published>2011-12-23T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:30:40.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftiREvvcRJo/TvSc7du6OOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sqTUJDub0_c/s1600/SAM_6446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftiREvvcRJo/TvSc7du6OOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sqTUJDub0_c/s400/SAM_6446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689344774683375842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8839551685424956552?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8839551685424956552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8839551685424956552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/for-some-reason-i-cant-explain-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ftiREvvcRJo/TvSc7du6OOI/AAAAAAAAAR8/sqTUJDub0_c/s72-c/SAM_6446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-9135908241558308936</id><published>2011-12-23T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T23:32:49.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a nice guy;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't mean that I like you.&lt;/div&gt;So stop asking why I don't answer your calls or reply your messages.&lt;br /&gt;I don't owe you a living.&lt;br /&gt;Live without me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-9135908241558308936?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/9135908241558308936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/9135908241558308936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-nice-guy.html' title='You are a nice guy;'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7382270759327928547</id><published>2011-12-22T02:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:53:47.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing the past; hoping it'd last</title><content type='html'>-2007-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I liked him cos he's damn tall. Or that he likes the same type of music as me. Or that he uses perfect grammar &amp;amp; proper spelling.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was his smile, his dimples, his flawless articulation of words.&lt;br /&gt;Or the fact that he enjoys reading too.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe- he was just the first guy who asked me for my number, the first guy who actually showed genuine interest in me, the first guy who touched my fingertips, the first guy who admitted that girls with long hair are more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe- it's just fatal attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the times when I got up early every single day just to chat with him on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another scenario of 'right guy wrong timing' shit again. Abhor it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be the girl whom is just a 'I like her *2 months later* she's not my type' kinda thingy. You make me feel like an unusable fucking plastic bag. Feelings isn't supposedly to be easily discarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Immaturity was also one of the reasons why it didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I left my cellphone in the other room &amp;amp; that I didn't reply your text. That pissed you off right?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I flared up at you over minor issues. Forgive me for being me.&lt;br /&gt;Wished that I could take back everything that I had said. It was when I realized God didn't want us to be together &amp;amp; that your feelings for me was dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we learn from mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;"If he doesn't love you, you ought to let him go."&lt;br /&gt;"you see- light &amp;amp; darkness don't mix."&lt;br /&gt;"All is not lost, God has a man for you."&lt;br /&gt;"get over it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of people's "advices" for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1 year later-&lt;br /&gt;My heart never fails to skip a beat when I see you online on msn.&lt;br /&gt;We chatted but only about mutual stuff- music, how boring school life was, &amp;amp; of cos- do we have any new crushes.&lt;br /&gt;Told you I liked my senior. ( it was purely only eye candy with no strings attached)&lt;br /&gt;You told me you liked a girl from one of your classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2009-&lt;br /&gt;Drifted apart. But I still think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2010-&lt;br /&gt;O level period. Damn stressed.&lt;br /&gt;You taught me chem &amp;amp; phy through the phone. I was the happiest then. Hearing your voice was one of best things that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2011-&lt;br /&gt;Collected Os results.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me how did I fare.&lt;br /&gt;I signed out without replying. Knew that you got into your desired college thru your fb wall.&lt;br /&gt;Asked you through msn about which poly choice I should put- engineering or nursing. You told me to choose which one I like better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nursing. You told me to 'make your mother proud &amp;amp; study hard.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a few months later-&lt;br /&gt;Deleted you from msn.&lt;br /&gt;Blocked your fb posts from my newsfeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the shit happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;I know things happen for a reason but why this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants to tell me that it's better to have a partner who loves Him too. Or that He trying to tell me that He  already has someone better for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't question Him I only can trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, let not my will but Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--康复--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the guy that You've chosen for me is worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he's kind, sensible, sensitive to others' feelings, mature in thinking, caring, sentimental, considerate, optimistic  thoughtful....man this can go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everything what my ex ex flame is &amp;amp; yet at the same time couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;He got to be better than my first love. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare this topic of my first love CLOSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, things happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what situations you're in, God always has the full control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do this. :)&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7382270759327928547?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7382270759327928547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7382270759327928547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/reminiscing-past-hoping-it-last.html' title='Reminiscing the past; hoping it&apos;d last'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-6061242087357269578</id><published>2011-12-11T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T02:24:27.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maroon 5 songs never fail to bring back memories of karaoke sessions, my first love &amp; the stalker (LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Adam Levine is a sex god. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-6061242087357269578?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6061242087357269578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/6061242087357269578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/maroon-5-songs-never-fail-to-bring-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-3826064525106441393</id><published>2011-12-10T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T12:33:24.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're the first person I think of each morning when I rise;&lt;br /&gt;You're the last person I think of each night when I close my eyes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-3826064525106441393?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3826064525106441393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3826064525106441393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-first-person-i-think-of-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-12444149541733676</id><published>2011-12-08T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T16:45:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>~ It's not about how often we get to see each other, it's how often we think about each other instead. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-12444149541733676?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/12444149541733676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/12444149541733676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4423611863010668922</id><published>2011-12-05T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:03:31.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What doesn't kill you makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>I shall not cut&lt;br /&gt;I shall not starve&lt;br /&gt;I shall not binge&lt;br /&gt;I shall not puke&lt;br /&gt;I shall not give up&lt;br /&gt;I shall not think of death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4423611863010668922?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4423611863010668922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4423611863010668922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-doesn-kill-you-makes-you-stronger.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill you makes you stronger'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-9098444114214320231</id><published>2011-12-04T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:33:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:DD</title><content type='html'>☐ I love Edward.&lt;br /&gt;☐ I love Jacob.&lt;br /&gt; ☑ I love holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☐ Team Edward.&lt;br /&gt; ☐ Team Jacob.&lt;br /&gt; ☑ I don't care, all I want is holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-9098444114214320231?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/9098444114214320231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/9098444114214320231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-love-edward.html' title=':DD'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4839222900397293092</id><published>2011-12-02T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T15:50:44.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would rather be alone than be with the wrong person.</title><content type='html'>To love is a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;To be loved is too, a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4839222900397293092?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4839222900397293092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4839222900397293092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-rather-be-alone-then-be-with-wrong.html' title='I would rather be alone than be with the wrong person.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4879065621143862550</id><published>2011-11-30T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:34:57.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>＂小姐你几时生日？以后请你。＂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my morning. ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4879065621143862550?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4879065621143862550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4879065621143862550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-2909052973127126122</id><published>2011-11-30T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:25:33.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self pity</title><content type='html'>This is just one of those unlucky days when I feel terribly ugly. So hideous that I should wear a paper bag over my head. too ugly to even look at people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, why can't I beautiful too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-2909052973127126122?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2909052973127126122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2909052973127126122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/self-pity.html' title='Self pity'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-5383433875119818580</id><published>2011-11-29T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:25:08.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>Rhetorical questions aren't supposed to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -______________- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-5383433875119818580?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5383433875119818580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5383433875119818580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8394679801115338987</id><published>2011-11-29T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:38:28.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me insane</title><content type='html'>But if I were asked to make a choice, I'd rather die single than be with a guy I don't love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headstrong. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8394679801115338987?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8394679801115338987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8394679801115338987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/call-me-insane.html' title='Call me insane'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-2141783522174195438</id><published>2011-11-29T00:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:11:06.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for a guy who fits into the same description as the vision god gave me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-2141783522174195438?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2141783522174195438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2141783522174195438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-waiting-for-guy-who-fits-into-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8042697690735505674</id><published>2011-11-28T06:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:11:28.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have we met before?</title><content type='html'>You should stop appearing in my dreams &amp; starting coming into my life. Say hi or something. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know your name nor age blah blah blah &amp; yet I still think of getting your surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really insane!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:O &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8042697690735505674?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8042697690735505674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8042697690735505674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/have-we-met-before.html' title='Have we met before?'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4899060819451809658</id><published>2011-11-27T13:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T13:48:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different but still the same</title><content type='html'>You were right. There's nothing special about him. What's so appealing when a guy gossips/back stabs worse than a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: zero feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to serious flirting with my lecture notes. Life is soooooooo goooddddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4899060819451809658?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4899060819451809658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4899060819451809658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/different-but-still-same.html' title='Different but still the same'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7610976505234988137</id><published>2011-11-26T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T22:28:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest love that anyone could ever know, that overcame the grave &amp; cross to find my soul. &lt;br /&gt;And till I see You face to face &amp; grace amazing takes me home, I'll trust in You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7610976505234988137?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7610976505234988137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7610976505234988137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/greatest-love-that-anyone-could-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-2989344186106415089</id><published>2011-11-26T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T11:59:25.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not me.</title><content type='html'>Remember: it was you who gave up on me. Not the other way round. I'm not the person who gives up on others that easily. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-2989344186106415089?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2989344186106415089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2989344186106415089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-me.html' title='Not me.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-2451457445937041668</id><published>2011-11-24T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:04:36.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You shot me down; but I won't fall</title><content type='html'>No. I won't hurt you back just like how you did it to me. It only proves that I'm lower that you. &amp;amp; I'm definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never exclude people cos I know how it feels like to be excluded.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god that I can get to experience this first hand. Although it hurts &amp;amp; terribly sucks, I know it's for my benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay. I don't wanna be associate with people like you. Your mindsets  are even shallower than the kids' pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-2451457445937041668?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2451457445937041668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/2451457445937041668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/odd-one-out.html' title='You shot me down; but I won&apos;t fall'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7064547017221263986</id><published>2011-11-22T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:59:34.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about it-</title><content type='html'>Would you abort your child if he/she turns out to have down syndrome? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7064547017221263986?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7064547017221263986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7064547017221263986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/would-you-abort-your-child-if-heshe.html' title='Think about it-'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8207737924416712369</id><published>2011-11-20T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:59:49.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodswings;</title><content type='html'>Make me unsure of who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Make others to steer away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could control my emotions instead of being controlled by my emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could pluck up my courage &amp; just believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick &amp; tired of drowning in my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; wallowing in self-pity it's just so passé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm stronger than this.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8207737924416712369?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8207737924416712369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8207737924416712369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/make-me-unsure-of-who-i-really-am.html' title='Moodswings;'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-213686112311585361</id><published>2011-11-19T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T23:38:34.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This.</title><content type='html'>Love shouldn't be conditional, and it makes no sense changing who you are for anyone else. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-213686112311585361?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/213686112311585361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/213686112311585361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-shouldnt-be-conditional-and-it.html' title='This.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-499270334841598326</id><published>2011-11-19T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:39:24.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strongest Message is Not Verbal</title><content type='html'>Title says it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-499270334841598326?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/499270334841598326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/499270334841598326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/title-says-it-all.html' title='The Strongest Message is Not Verbal'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-1695067059410564498</id><published>2011-11-19T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:01:47.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they shall fall in love with your flaws</title><content type='html'>Waiting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-1695067059410564498?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1695067059410564498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1695067059410564498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/waiting.html' title='they shall fall in love with your flaws'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-3384496192620989177</id><published>2011-11-18T07:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T14:04:07.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>4 years.&lt;br /&gt;4 long years.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings felt as if everything took place just only yesterday. I still can remember how we first met. &lt;br /&gt;Right now, every freaking song played by maroon5, simple plan or even Daughtry- reminds me of you. &lt;br /&gt;All I hope now is that you're coping well with your studies for your upcoming As- don't spend too much time playing Dota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I get over this phase?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'd but now isn't the ripe time. &lt;br /&gt;Will I ever like another guy as much as how much I like you?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still skeptical about relationships &amp; I do not apologize for being cynical about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I miss the way you used to look at me and the way how you'd reach down and touch my fingertips ever so lightly and gently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget about all these sweet memories- I'd take all these to my grave- for they're worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i can't let these memories haunt me nor get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-3384496192620989177?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3384496192620989177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/3384496192620989177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/4-years.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-1508704123989011679</id><published>2011-11-16T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:17:25.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>Merope Gaunt has got to be the most pathetic character in the Harry potter series. If she had lily evan's courage &amp; determination, there wouldn't be a dark lord.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-1508704123989011679?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1508704123989011679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1508704123989011679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/merope-gaunt-has-got-to-be-most.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-569244204511317508</id><published>2011-11-15T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:22:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Cos I don't wanna waste my adolescence years with booze, fags, lousy mates &amp; cheap pornography. Those, aren't in the least fun." &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-569244204511317508?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/569244204511317508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/569244204511317508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/cos-i-dont-wanna-waste-my-adolescence.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-4606219417035001511</id><published>2011-11-15T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T17:41:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Merope chose death in spite of a son who needed her, but do not judge her too harshly, Harry. She was greatly weakened by long suffering and she never had your mother's courage"&lt;br /&gt;—Albus Dumbledore to Harry Potter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-4606219417035001511?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4606219417035001511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/4606219417035001511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/merope-chose-death-in-spite-of-son-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-1961493326032585909</id><published>2011-11-15T14:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T14:06:10.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione sharply. "They got in on pure talent." The smug look on Malfoy's face flickered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-1961493326032585909?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1961493326032585909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1961493326032585909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-least-no-one-on-gryffindor-team-had.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-8929997917243459173</id><published>2011-11-14T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:29:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.i.m.e takes its toll</title><content type='html'>How long will the revival come?&lt;br /&gt;How long will I start to have more confidence in myself?&lt;br /&gt;How long will I start to believe in myself?&lt;br /&gt;How long more.... before I lose it all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-8929997917243459173?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8929997917243459173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/8929997917243459173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/but-to-live-doesn-mean-that-you-alive.html' title='T.i.m.e takes its toll'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-5928610363398926363</id><published>2011-11-14T07:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:26:35.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>All the butterflies in the whole wide world are in my stomach now &gt;&lt;" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-5928610363398926363?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5928610363398926363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/5928610363398926363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/all-butterflies-in-whole-wide-world-are.html' title=':('/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-7707731561783934040</id><published>2011-11-13T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:39:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May God help us all.</title><content type='html'>Otherwise we're only wander-less souls without any love nor security. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-7707731561783934040?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7707731561783934040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/7707731561783934040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-god-help-us-all.html' title='May God help us all.'/><author><name>Dawnnnツ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10462157992625297325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2584599828333438739.post-6878423367647004456</id><published>2011-11-13T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:59:19.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>•♥•♥•♥•</title><content type='html'>I searched so much for true love only to find out that that true love already lives in my heart ✝&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-6878423367647004456?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Good. Stay weird</title><content type='html'>Because being called weird is being limited edition. who wants to be like the rest? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be d i f f e r e n t .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2584599828333438739-1813510792814190349?l=repressed-feelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1813510792814190349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-weird-good-stay-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1813510792814190349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2584599828333438739/posts/default/1813510792814190349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repressed-feelings.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-weird-good-stay-weird.html' title='You weird? 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