<?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-5641585</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:52:44.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>    hard Rock Temple **</title><subtitle type='html'>       f a t l i p   .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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>718</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5641585.post-114770945689074234</id><published>2006-05-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:10:58.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keeping with the tradition,i went back to the place i always go the night before i leave for somewhere else.Same song.same CD.same place.same time.same car.same stone chair.same breeze .same nightsky.Same heart.Same tears.same longing.I'm closing this blog.Its been hurting way too many people.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114770945689074234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114770945689074234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114770945689074234' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114754330077745479</id><published>2006-05-14T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:01:40.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These few days have been crazy ass.Leaving the house at daybreakand only returning after midnight.That day i came home at 6am!I actually saw the sun peaking out when i went to bed..the mother instructed me to bring along alot of formal clothes because she's bringing me to meet her clients (wth?!)she says its exposure! (again, wth!?)i'm thinking that i should just stay in the hotel, since its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114754330077745479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114754330077745479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114754330077745479' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114735686825961341</id><published>2006-05-11T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:14:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>can i be crazy about you tonight?Just for tonight..Tomorrow, i'll resume the hating.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114735686825961341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114735686825961341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735686825961341' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114732027942401341</id><published>2006-05-11T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:04:39.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After approximately half jug of vodka ribena, one tequila shot, a flaming, and 2 lychee martinis later, my killer heels that was supposed to kill everyone else but me started killing me.dayuum, phuture sure does play fabulous music.i'm just sad that the guys out there are so fucking desperateand horny and gross and can't keep it in their pantsi got groped BAD.I'm fine with the whole hand-on-waist</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114732027942401341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114732027942401341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114732027942401341' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114732036014726467</id><published>2006-05-11T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:20:25.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like where we are nowno more no lesswe define the boundariesby having no boundaries at all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114732036014726467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114732036014726467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114732036014726467' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114722671095253805</id><published>2006-05-10T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T10:14:08.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Couldn't stand to be kept awayJust for the dayFrom your body..Wouldn't wanna be swept awayfar awayfrom the one that i love.."I stopped listening to it for the longest time.Everytime when iTunes was on random mode and it came to that song,I would rush to turn it off.And it happened every so often because i have 4 versions of it (don't ask why)the concert, the unplugged, the original CD and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114722671095253805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114722671095253805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114722671095253805' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114714896745923140</id><published>2006-05-09T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:29:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[bitch]Due to various invading monsters, I have taken drastic measures to keep my sanity in place.DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE invading monsters DIE DIE DIE[/bitch]i would like to internetly thank Strong Arms for helping me to shift my stuff out of hall.All that muscle and no brain!HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAYMOND!!stop saying that i have a secret life.Although yes i know its true but stop saying it!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114714896745923140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114714896745923140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114714896745923140' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114710358918669936</id><published>2006-05-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:53:09.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my life has been drastically reduced to tons of greasy fast, fast food.and impossibly late lunches.what are you trying to say, when you're not saying what you're trying to say to me?my mother told me to never trust someone who says "Trust Me"my mother says alot of things.Random pic of the day:I shall learn a thing or two from moony and channel my inner Martha Stewart to register for some cooking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114710358918669936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114710358918669936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114710358918669936' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114706001210154019</id><published>2006-05-08T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:46:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wo yao zhe me gao shu ni wo hai ai ni?taipei next monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114706001210154019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114706001210154019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114706001210154019' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114701390745074957</id><published>2006-05-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T09:49:44.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe after all these yearsyou don't know ONE THING about me.Although the moment's gone,I'm still holding on somehow..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114701390745074957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114701390745074957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114701390745074957' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114684216813420633</id><published>2006-05-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T23:16:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Either you're in, or you're out.Quit being a granny about it already.I seriously wonder what i'm doing sometimes.I thought i'm done with people like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114684216813420633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114684216813420633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114684216813420633' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114679339553242886</id><published>2006-05-05T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T09:43:15.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what they say,every cloud has a silver lining.mine has a pink, acrylic lining. ............</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114679339553242886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114679339553242886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114679339553242886' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114670912137656173</id><published>2006-05-04T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:18:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sincerity has had so many people failed me in the past.please, please don't let it be you..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114670912137656173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114670912137656173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114670912137656173' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114658766829540098</id><published>2006-05-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:34:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lynette wee has ordered me to meet her at 0745 later for a morning run.Lynette, if i didn't love you so much,I would be giving you a flat-out NO.ARGH. my fats are calling out in agonyMotorola Pink V3X, COME TO MAMA!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114658766829540098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114658766829540098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114658766829540098' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114657152781464263</id><published>2006-05-02T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T20:05:27.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today will always be known as the-day-that-i-took-the-bus-for-the-first-time-in-months-and-left-my-phone-in-the-cab-after-deciding-that-the-bus-would-be-too-slow. I left my D500c on the cab.Fuck that fucking bastard of a driver.Fuck that i even said "Keep the change" to him.I don't care that i spent a $1000 bucks on itI don't even care that i have to spend $250 more when i buy a new phoneAnd I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114657152781464263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114657152781464263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114657152781464263' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114652871988385909</id><published>2006-05-02T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T09:12:30.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was the *exact* street me and lyn walked down last year.And got totally lost in the ny subway.This is just.. Wrong. ew!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114652871988385909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114652871988385909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114652871988385909' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114649382720017074</id><published>2006-05-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:30:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know how it's like.For the first time, i can actually say i know what i'm doing.But i can't say much of my judgement right now..Because i just watched hostel!!Gigantic mistake.That image of the guy cutting the girl's eyeballs because it was hanging loose really really seared permanently on my brain.and we were all eating pizza when the pus oozed out.ELRGHHH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114649382720017074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114649382720017074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649382720017074' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114628069462517547</id><published>2006-04-29T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T11:18:14.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hold methrill mekiss me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114628069462517547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114628069462517547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114628069462517547' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114623639780187589</id><published>2006-04-28T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:59:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was a full FOURTY FIVE minutes early for my paper today.But when i went to the carpark adjacent to the hall,it wasn't just full, it was bumper-to-bumper.Got stuck in there for 15 minsGave up and went to Raffles hall to find.Almost got down the car to quarrel with this bloody bitch!!My hazard lights were on and i was about to parkand then she just swooped in like thatIt was all i could do from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114623639780187589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114623639780187589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623639780187589' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114619131520639357</id><published>2006-04-28T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:28:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I haven't changed my phone's wallpaper for the longest time.Each picture usually has an average wall life for a couple of days.I haven't change this particular one for a month now.Maybe that's why i couldnt go back to that place because it meant facing all those memories.And if i could run away for as long as possible,why wouldn't i?you're the picture behind my threadmill, remember?WHAT AM I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114619131520639357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114619131520639357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114619131520639357' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114615535162285449</id><published>2006-04-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:29:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you for drawing the sphere and the cylinder on my helpshit for me today.I couldn't have possibly attempted such high forms of art.That's it.I'm not listening to the irrational part of my brain anymore.you know how people always say everything happens for a reason?These people are usually women.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114615535162285449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114615535162285449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114615535162285449' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114610943651067814</id><published>2006-04-27T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T11:44:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the one person i wanted to see isn't even going.i am overtly infatuated with Mr Big.he's tall, he's rich, he's charmingand the way he says "absofuckinglutely"?gosh, will you hear me? I sound like a pre-pubescent teen.1630 tml come faster!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114610943651067814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114610943651067814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114610943651067814' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114606812264297246</id><published>2006-04-26T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T00:15:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>baby hold me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114606812264297246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114606812264297246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114606812264297246' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114605479629777025</id><published>2006-04-26T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:33:16.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In love relationships, there's a fine line between pleasure and pain.In fact, it's a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some, pain implies growth.But how do we know when the growing pains stop and the pain-pains take over?Are we masochists or optimists, if we continue to walk that fine line?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114605479629777025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114605479629777025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114605479629777025' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114601500278597626</id><published>2006-04-26T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:30:02.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is only one person who can make me laugh till i cry at 9 in the morning.I shall go meet her now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601500278597626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601500278597626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114601500278597626' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114601521515217971</id><published>2006-04-26T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:33:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Honey, you don't play hard to get with someone who's hard to get.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601521515217971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601521515217971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114601521515217971' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114601484379055635</id><published>2006-04-26T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:27:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is no feeling in this world worse than being hopelessly in love and being misunderstood.try both.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601484379055635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114601484379055635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114601484379055635' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114571181079571133</id><published>2006-04-22T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:16:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what's the worst thing about having someone dissect your very existence?it's knowing damn well they're right.i feel like a frog.i have like, a million shirts with rock bands names on it.Beatles, Rolling Stones, K.I.S.S, Doors.I want one with Westlife on it!or maybe Hanson!! yes, i'm still stuck in 1999."Even if she cheated five times over, I still love her.Love isn't the easiest thing to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114571181079571133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114571181079571133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114571181079571133' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114562303836003796</id><published>2006-04-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:37:18.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i belong in SMU.not this bloody fucking shithole.you know last night i dreamt that my physics textbook was so HUGE that it crushed me to death?!what nonsense.i need:A Keratase hair treatment.my hair is looking so much like hay these days that i'm wondering why the horses hasn't come and nibble on them yet.Samsung P850.the kind of fear that grips you by the breath</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114562303836003796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114562303836003796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114562303836003796' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114553437820423715</id><published>2006-04-20T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:59:38.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So i called the Guess outlet at Paragon today to reserve my white leather bag, and guess what song was blaring in the background?!the familiar "don't look no farther, baby i'm back here!"Haha! I first heard it back in June last year,when i was in the Abercrombie&amp;Fitch store in New York..God bless the day i downloaded that song.I flipped to a page in my ee book today,i saw the words "EXCITED", "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114553437820423715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114553437820423715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114553437820423715' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114544688100724771</id><published>2006-04-19T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:41:21.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got this from someone's blog.. And it goes that you get one point for everything you did, and if you scored less than 60 points, you're an angel.. So, here's mine. Bold ones are the ones that caused me a point less from being an angel.i scored a 69.Oh, what a number!1) smoked2) consumed alcohol3) slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex4) slept in the same bed with someone of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114544688100724771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114544688100724771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114544688100724771' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114536578418379058</id><published>2006-04-18T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:09:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coffee Beanie was playing backstreet boys' first CD today. woot! although when 50 cent came on, rach and i started to plug in our ipods..i did plenty of work today, thus i'm awfully proud of myself.Right now, i'm finding nice and pretty things to buy online for me.Retail therapy does not come cheap. But it definitely does beat a meeting with my shrink.Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114536578418379058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114536578418379058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114536578418379058' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114524295571520936</id><published>2006-04-17T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T11:02:35.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's just the way you feel about someone.He or She may not be extremely drop-dead gorgeous,might not be very outstanding,does not have your desired height,that smokin' body,fabulous hair and clothes,nice teeth.He or She might not even have the kind of pretty brown eyes you only see in puppies.All those shallow, physical quantities that people admire someone from afar.but then when that person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114524295571520936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114524295571520936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114524295571520936' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114520036774661830</id><published>2006-04-16T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:12:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This's to the best weekend ever.if i could ask God just one question,why aren't you here with me, tonight?A $1000 cheque was sent to my house yesterday.What a rude surprise.Now i have no idea what to do with it!Asked mom about it, and she says its some trust fund thing.And i'm getting the endowments now.Does that mean i'm gonna get a $1000 bucks each month until i die!?Europe summer? or NewYork </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114520036774661830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114520036774661830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114520036774661830' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114483870589662299</id><published>2006-04-12T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T18:45:05.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm pretty content about my fish-bowl kinda life.go ahead, nose about.it's scary sometimes how sanity's so fragile.it's been 6 years.. The pain still goes on?You bet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114483870589662299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114483870589662299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114483870589662299' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114472051229481467</id><published>2006-04-11T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:55:12.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You deserve more than i could ever give.Let someone else do that honour,because even though sometimes i wish you wouldn't find her,i just want you to be happy.Let go of all that hurt, all the fear, all those heart-shattering disappointments.Recognize it,but step away from it.Step away.I'm begging you to.I know there'll definitely be some things you'll never forgive me for;i don't blame you.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114472051229481467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114472051229481467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472051229481467' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114449133710651339</id><published>2006-04-08T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:15:37.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Say you're about to die,And you could only tell ONE person that you love him (or her).Who would it be?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114449133710651339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114449133710651339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114449133710651339' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114442275896317369</id><published>2006-04-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:12:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What if that were true?What if in the time that we spent togetheri felt more alive than i have in the past 20 years of my life?What difference would it make?In this fucking ugly world, that kind of love does not exist.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114442275896317369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114442275896317369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114442275896317369' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114433326484606287</id><published>2006-04-06T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:21:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll never get over you getting over me.my uncle asked me today, "why do you always wear until so nice to school? all the people there wear shorts and slippers right?"okay, you should know that i'm exposed to at least half a thousand live, testosterone-driven male species a day.the pressure to look good is IMMENSE.the number of balls is inversely proportional to the total amount of time needed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114433326484606287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114433326484606287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114433326484606287' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114429247221872917</id><published>2006-04-06T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T11:01:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We flew yesterday.In the car, going at 120 along the beach.i swear i didn't see the hump.*** looked over with wide-eyed wonderment,"WE FLEW!!!"that's exactly how i feel when i'm with you.society should be less obsessed with clamouring for perfectionism.and by society, i mean me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114429247221872917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114429247221872917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114429247221872917' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114421116898395310</id><published>2006-04-05T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T12:26:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i listen to shang hen one more time,i think i'm gonna cry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114421116898395310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114421116898395310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114421116898395310' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114415295672232450</id><published>2006-04-04T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:15:56.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Cannot touchCannot holdCannot be togetherCannot loveCannot kissCannot have each other Must be strong, and we must let goCan not say what our hearts must knowHow can i not love you?What do i tell my heart?When do i not want you,here in my arms?How does one waltz away,From all of the memories..How can i not miss you,when you are gone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114415295672232450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114415295672232450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415295672232450' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114415261479692573</id><published>2006-04-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:10:17.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just got my kitson package from the US of A. Go Team Aniston!Show the girl some love and support, people. everyone should just stop fucking with other people's head. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114415261479692573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114415261479692573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114415261479692573' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114408027180967128</id><published>2006-04-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:04:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the most wonderfully magical thing has happened.okay, so i log on to my physics online assignment,and to my absolute delight, i have found that ALL the answers were keyed in,and not only that, when i clicked "Submit",i had a brilliant, very, very rare 8/8.12 April. Ritz Carlton. with all great thanks to the beauty of the UOB platinum card, we got invited to the fashion event of the year! confetti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114408027180967128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114408027180967128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114408027180967128' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114406657268568596</id><published>2006-04-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:16:12.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am jonesing for some serious banana pancakes.it is impossible for anyone to have what he wants, if after it is had, it is no longer wanting.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114406657268568596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114406657268568596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114406657268568596' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114406084852020132</id><published>2006-04-03T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:40:49.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the heart has its own logic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114406084852020132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114406084852020132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114406084852020132' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114385247214932534</id><published>2006-04-01T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T08:47:52.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i need to do something about my hair PRONTO.i woke up this morning and i looked like a freaking lion.maybe that's why everyone said i'm scary and intimidating.i walk around school looking like a lion!!am i really very scary?actually, i am a very very very friendly and docile banana......beneath this icy exterior lies the heart of a 14-year-old monkey.*was i that one secret kiss,that you couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114385247214932534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114385247214932534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114385247214932534' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114382091074923465</id><published>2006-03-31T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:01:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you know what i hate about the 21st century?WIRELESS CONNECTION.don't get me wrong, it's all good for downloading the latest OC episodebut it's completely fucked up when it comes to IP address, DNS cache and..porn. believe me, you'll understand one fine day.i have a mother big growth inside my ear.OUCH!i knew something was up when my ipod kept falling out of my ear.anyway, typical friday night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114382091074923465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114382091074923465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114382091074923465' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114364131602844894</id><published>2006-03-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:13:21.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for someone who will be having her exams in 2 weeks time,i have an awful amount of life.indeed, my horoscope was right.i am missing someone.i absolutely adore Prince, Barbara Streisand and Heart.what can i say,i'm really just a 65-year-old trapped in a gorgeous/sexy/slim 20-year-old body.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114364131602844894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114364131602844894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114364131602844894' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114359485697277405</id><published>2006-03-29T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:14:16.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LUSCIOUS LABEL LOVE LIPS LONGING LAUGHTER LUST LIMPID LACKING LEGGY LASTING LIES LIFE LITERATURE LILTING LONELY LEFT LUCK LIMIT LINGER LIBERAL LAPS LIQUID LANGOROUS LESSON LIBIDO LEWD LIST LYRICS LITHE LAURELS LUSTER LOOKING LANGOROUS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114359485697277405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114359485697277405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114359485697277405' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114359463683088336</id><published>2006-03-29T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T09:10:36.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i went from questioning                 to hating                 to missing                 to longing                and now it's back to hating.everyone told me it's gonna be hard.why didn't i listen?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114359463683088336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114359463683088336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114359463683088336' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114355766219652878</id><published>2006-03-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:54:22.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the mother was invited to one too many fashion shows during this SFF and she's going to none! but i'm gonna smuggle her citibank credit card for the max &amp; co. fashion show at paragon this saturday. i heard it's gonna be fantastic! drinks and snacks included!i swore to sleep by 11pm every night this week.so i'm off to bed!one more month. -breathes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114355766219652878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114355766219652878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114355766219652878' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114343928621860458</id><published>2006-03-27T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:01:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am contemplating listening to Westlife over and over again.However, i am not that depressed YET. Westlife shall be reserved for really slit-wrist 'snuff.crushes and obsessions are nothing but trouble. Remember, Kim.always.remember.that.Although i must say you are really, really cute!NTU hall 16 is the most amazing thing!!! AHHH.Never mind, it okay. Raffles Hall is THE BEST.it's so luxurious </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114343928621860458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114343928621860458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114343928621860458' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114329015019157526</id><published>2006-03-25T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:35:50.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear God,Please help me. Thanks.ps: i hope you have internet connection, else i'll feel like an idiot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114329015019157526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114329015019157526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114329015019157526' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114310299365676844</id><published>2006-03-23T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:36:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is incredulous what people search on the internet."birds without feathers" ?! (this is a direct insult to geraldine)"gay escorts" ?! (and to you, kenneth)and my personal fav,"kym nus engine blog"HAHA just because i am an NG does not automatically mean my kim's spelled as KYM!?how much flake have i gotten for being kim ng.maybe i should really just go down to the MoN (ministry of names) and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114310299365676844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114310299365676844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114310299365676844' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114308433014175493</id><published>2006-03-23T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:25:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously.there isn't anyone out there that needs more cheering up than me.(okay, maybe just him: )but i totally laughed my bruised ass off watching Simple Life 3:Interns!!!(while in the kitchen)Paris H.: "What do you call the silver thing that you can use to wrap sandwiches and stuff?"Host Family: "An aluminium foil, you mean?"Paris H.: "Oh yeah, for a moment i forgot that term."Nicole R.: (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114308433014175493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114308433014175493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114308433014175493' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114300091319725327</id><published>2006-03-22T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:15:13.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and we were letting go of something specialsomething we'll never have againi know,i guess i really really know..M2M ROCKS!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114300091319725327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114300091319725327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114300091319725327' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114299825948172454</id><published>2006-03-22T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T12:04:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who would have thought that the song i've been dying to download for ages is sung by REO speedwagon?! i am such a rock softie. (oxymoron intended)i had all good intentions to stay at home the whole day to study but some guys are here repairing my roof. and they're all sweaty and shirtless that my house is starting to turn into a Manhouse. why can't they all look something like this?:no, my blog </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114299825948172454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114299825948172454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114299825948172454' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114287467771739538</id><published>2006-03-20T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:22:30.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why are human beings obsessed with beauty? why is it so that a goodlooking person hold better-paying jobs than a less goodlooking one? why is the consumer market tethering on the brink of getting swallowed by the "concept of beauty" tirade?i am, quite unfortunately, drowning.because i spent close to 500 on nothing but beauty products like:1. Bobbi Brown Everything Mascara2. M.A.C. kohl eyeliner3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114287467771739538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114287467771739538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114287467771739538' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114286042927324083</id><published>2006-03-20T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:13:50.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why does it still feel so unnatural?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114286042927324083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114286042927324083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114286042927324083' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114275243944761998</id><published>2006-03-19T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:15:40.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tasty's really tasty.WHY IS MY FACE SO RED!? okay, there are a billion more photos but shutterfly.com's being a total bitch. My uncle has made his matchmaking intentions so damn transparent. Just because i did not bring anyone home to meet the family yet does not mean that I "am very picky." I would like to keep my private life private, unlike some others, so thankyou but Nothankyou.  I certainly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114275243944761998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114275243944761998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114275243944761998' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114275086289848007</id><published>2006-03-19T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T14:47:42.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kboxing with people who sing only chinese songs:And now for the photo that broke a million teenage girl's hearts:.....................  i love those twits. I really do. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114275086289848007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114275086289848007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114275086289848007' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114251418568183419</id><published>2006-03-16T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T21:03:05.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn those hormones! How can a guy who can fit into a size 27 jeans look so goddamn hott? Geeks RULE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114251418568183419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114251418568183419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114251418568183419' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114247725281565774</id><published>2006-03-16T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:47:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for once, i could bring myself to reject you, to shoot you down, instead of all the wretched softening of hearts, that seemed impossibly hard to mend. gosh, that felt really really fantastic.i'm off to kbox with the guys, but first things first. a little pit stop at paragon. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114247725281565774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114247725281565774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114247725281565774' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114242834427852305</id><published>2006-03-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:12:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>see the thing about people, they always want what they can't have.i ran for 12 songs today, at the beach. i don't know how many kilometers it translates to, but fucking 12 songs.have you ever had a gorgeous creature walk toward you, (or in my case, run)gorgeous, really superbly fine specimen of a being,and when he or she walks (or run) pass you,you are faced with no other option than to turn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114242834427852305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114242834427852305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114242834427852305' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114235179842226148</id><published>2006-03-14T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:56:38.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever happened to taking things SLOW???HUH???slow, understand? fucking slow.like, turtle pace.there's something about withheld passion that i find so terribly erotic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114235179842226148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114235179842226148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114235179842226148' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114225356024986775</id><published>2006-03-13T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:39:20.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one month without you made me more sane than one month with you.i have the car alllll to myself this week. confetti! &lt;3 it really means the world when my double soy latte craving at 10pm can be satisfied.it's been 19 years, i'm really not new to solitude.there were nights of endless pleasureit was longer than any of your laws allowed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114225356024986775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114225356024986775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114225356024986775' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114207924748637119</id><published>2006-03-11T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:14:07.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please, please bear with me while my obsession with The O.C. boils over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114207924748637119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114207924748637119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114207924748637119' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114196897771612968</id><published>2006-03-10T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:37:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kim doesn't like programming.kim hates programming.kim thinks programming is an utter waste of time.kim would like to flush programming down the toilet bowland add alot of Harpic.i am bored in lab, thus i shall serve the world some celebrity dish diss.LOOK HERE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114196897771612968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114196897771612968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114196897771612968' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114182156964650863</id><published>2006-03-08T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:38:44.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this was how my weekend was spent:Photos courtesy of RachelNeozers.Orchard hotel high tea.studying. real studying.an amazing dinner to cap an amazing weekend.when i look into your eyesi know that it's trueGod must have spent a little more time on you..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114182156964650863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114182156964650863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182156964650863' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114164859888812700</id><published>2006-03-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T20:45:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its like the most sexually charged nose graze in the history of nose grazes.if anyone should know how to get by a hell week, that would be me.food allergy sucks. but not knowing what caused it? sucks even more. i'm staying off chalets and bbqs for a while.I don't know what to do anymore okay? I really, really don't.So before you ask me why i'm doing what i'm doing when i'm doing what i'm doing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114164859888812700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114164859888812700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114164859888812700' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114153272141462198</id><published>2006-03-05T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T12:25:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it doesn't get easierthe heart just gets colder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114153272141462198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114153272141462198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114153272141462198' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114086164915014644</id><published>2006-02-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:00:49.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just one last time of advertising for Brokeback please? pweety pweety please?for those who haven't already jumped on the gay bandwagon, what with the upcoming mardi gras and all, do so quickly! ; buy the dvd from malaysia, borrow from homosexual friends, download it, whatever.one of the most poignant films of all time, Brokeback Mountain definitely lives up to its Oscar hype, unlike lesser </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114086164915014644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114086164915014644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114086164915014644' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114079770983674966</id><published>2006-02-25T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T00:15:09.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>was looking at the old photos from jc,and man! my complexion was flawless.FLAWLESS.okay, now still flawlessbut mostly i get red most of the timelike hot flushes or somewhati can just be sitting down doing practically nothingand i'll just blush.i seriously discredit it to the HUGE amounts of exercise that i doand all the herbal pills and birds' nest i consume.fine i'll just take birds' nest every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114079770983674966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114079770983674966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114079770983674966' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114062251761164779</id><published>2006-02-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:35:17.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh i watch BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN! couldn't resist.such a gorgeous show, such a gorgeous show.i sat there for the entire 2 hours, without moving, except for once to reach out to the box of kleenex.i'm such a dork!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114062251761164779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114062251761164779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114062251761164779' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114062170598186940</id><published>2006-02-22T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T23:21:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Asian Aerospace 2006 has officially started.and so has my mother's nightmare.yesterday, i walked into her room and it looks as if Katrina's big sister blew past it. and then out from the middle of a mountain of clothes, i heard an exasperated "i have NOTHING TO WEAR!".i surveyed the heaps of clothes strewn across every inch of space and then i was like, "DUDE, you'd think!?" So, today, i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114062170598186940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114062170598186940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114062170598186940' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114049463011165517</id><published>2006-02-21T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:03:50.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's cool. You're sorry.Because that fixes absolutely nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114049463011165517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114049463011165517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114049463011165517' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114036878841214935</id><published>2006-02-20T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:10:13.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yoga KILLED me today. the postures and poses are getting so incredibly difficult that even the very bendy me can't do it. i'm contemplating quitting but i figured i should stick it out since my body needs a mind-blowing transformation.MOS that day was fantastic. we got in without having to queue, straight into the VIP line. so far i'm lucky to get in without having to queue that impossible line. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114036878841214935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114036878841214935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036878841214935' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114014904459166392</id><published>2006-02-17T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:04:04.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i'm leaving,because i felt a part of me, way deep, untether from you.i'm leaving because that part of me that was unmoored was an unmanagable beast, roving like a predator through the world, hunting for something to feed itself. I could never understand it. Now i know what it was.It was my heart.i'm leaving because i was faithful to you and did not feed that thing inside me until it would not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114014904459166392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114014904459166392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114014904459166392' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114002047383145820</id><published>2006-02-16T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:21:13.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell were they thinking? How could they have played Damage's Forever and Richard Marx's Right Here Waiting BACK-TO-BACK? why couldn't they like, played Barbie Girl or Macarena or something.-farts in their general direction.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114002047383145820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114002047383145820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114002047383145820' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-114000769514744940</id><published>2006-02-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:48:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Deal with it, by letting it deal with you."not anymore.-i bought a $145 bob marly shirt from skin.am a happy camper.at least until the next jeans crave kicks in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114000769514744940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/114000769514744940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114000769514744940' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113984949266835066</id><published>2006-02-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:51:34.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>exactly one year ago today, i was on the plane to zurich, bitterly spending my v day 3000ft above the only person i really wanna spend it with.one year ago i was flying high in every sense of the word.i'm not reading horoscopes anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113984949266835066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113984949266835066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113984949266835066' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113958020693220944</id><published>2006-02-10T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:03:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am fully armoured for my electrical test tomorrow.and my triglycerides level (fat content) in my blood is marvellously low; a mere 70 on a healthy range of 80-150.SHOCK HORROR SHOCK HORROR SHOCK HORROR SHOCK HORRORi can safely resume my compulsive french-fries-eating disorder.i will not tell you all the things i'm dying to sayeverytime you look at mei cannot do that to her//you hold all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113958020693220944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113958020693220944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113958020693220944' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113940882055866251</id><published>2006-02-08T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:27:00.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>$18 for an issue of Vogue is wayy to expensive.$18 for an issue of Vogue with Kate Moss on the cover? now that's priceless, priceless, priceless.miss mossy is my fashion muse. sadly, i do not get $5,000,000.00 for posing for Burberry. therefore, i cannot afford that $8,000 chanel bag. i can only settle for the $5,000 one. where is my short, ugly, follice-challenged, flithy rich lover when i need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113940882055866251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113940882055866251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113940882055866251' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113931844115409102</id><published>2006-02-07T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:20:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you remember how we..do you remember talking until..do you remember holding handsdo you remember eating the..do you remember wanting that..do you remember laughing at..do you remember kissing slowly..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113931844115409102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113931844115409102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113931844115409102' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113924119004669596</id><published>2006-02-06T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:53:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is good health and poor memory. I, unfortunately, have neither.A cup of green tea a day keeps the dull skin away!went to town to scratch my itch for shopping. ended up blowing away my week's allowances. NO more after-school specials for me, no. unless, like, i really can't find anything to match that hideous top i got from the tribeca sale.Love is in my head; but Freedom is in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113924119004669596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113924119004669596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113924119004669596' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113914895713946015</id><published>2006-02-05T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:15:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>how gorgeous is that ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113914895713946015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113914895713946015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113914895713946015' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113907281323560152</id><published>2006-02-05T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:06:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am powerless when anyone is great with kids, especially if its ken and maxine.it is just so endearing.audrey your blog struck something so deep in my heart; i almost cried reading it. all those things i couldn't bring myself to admit, all those emotions i tried so hard to keep at bay, all those questions i drove myself insane searching for answers that seem more elusive by the minute..for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113907281323560152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113907281323560152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113907281323560152' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113898188167355798</id><published>2006-02-03T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:51:21.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the look upon your face as i walked awaya mix of disgust, sadness and disappointmentwhy is it always so impossible to say no to you?it's a friday! but somehow i can't wait for monday to come.. i can't wait to go to school!!! there must be something seriously wrong with me. like, my dna was swapped, or something.it was definitely not in my blood.okay, maybe it was, just for a little while in sec3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113898188167355798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113898188167355798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898188167355798' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113880948305835217</id><published>2006-02-01T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T23:58:03.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But when Bette says "i'll miss you" - twice - Tina doesn't reply.And to that i can only say Fuck you. Twice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113880948305835217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113880948305835217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113880948305835217' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113872503780491442</id><published>2006-02-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:30:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the way you looked at me today's like, - Whoa.it utterly snatched my breath awayBe careful, i could get used to it.I had the best chinese new year day thus far. although i was still suffering from the all-nighter marathon mahjong, it was marvellous nonetheless. the banluck, the tarts and the shrieking.Thankfully, my chinese new years don't consist of pseudo-smiles and forced conversations over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113872503780491442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113872503780491442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113872503780491442' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113846619027928581</id><published>2006-01-29T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T00:36:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i met you while i was still married to somebody else, i would have to get divorced.That's how much sense we make.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113846619027928581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113846619027928581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113846619027928581' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113815564161270924</id><published>2006-01-25T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:20:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i stared at the picture for the longest time - that image seared permanently on my retinas.i finally closed the window and then i knew just what i had to do.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113815564161270924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113815564161270924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113815564161270924' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113811151519407897</id><published>2006-01-24T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:29:46.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bad; still not okay.my iPod died on me at Redhill. freaking Redhill! i had to endure like 100 stops without my music.school is getting really interesting :DVictoria should tell me her secret.those arms are to die for!anyway, Ker asked me if i'm chinese today. and then i acted coy (yes, that is possible) and threw back a "what do you think?"and then he said, "are you part indian?"i came this close</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113811151519407897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113811151519407897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113811151519407897' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113802409798376165</id><published>2006-01-23T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:48:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes people lie to make themselves feel better.sometimes people lie to fool other people that they're better.and then sometimes people lie because it is easier than explaining the truth to the person you can't love anymore.Where do you come off?the zit at my left temple hairline is threatening to take over the world.okay, i admit. i stage a total freakout everytime i have a bump on my face, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113802409798376165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113802409798376165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113802409798376165' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113794132505596023</id><published>2006-01-22T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:48:45.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not allowed to adore you the way you know i really want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113794132505596023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113794132505596023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113794132505596023' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113768448163323464</id><published>2006-01-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:09:06.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you guys' blogs are depressing me! as if i need to be further depressed (?), in recent view of my fucked up timetable and even more fucked up hair.congrats to the mother, who got a whooping 7.6 month bonus this year.all the flying, all the last minute in-the-middle-of-quality-mother-and-daughter-time meetings, all the endless reports, all the nights away from home, all the annoying people you had</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113768448163323464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113768448163323464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113768448163323464' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113759695805671761</id><published>2006-01-18T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:09:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our ad would look smth like this:"ALDEA BLANCA. 5 flr townhse, 4+1 rm F'hold, pool, carpeted rms, renovated, convenient &amp; private. $1.4M negotiable! alot of mosquitos due to dense forest behind."okay, so i added the last bit. Pls remind me why we're selling it again.i sat down for a full 4 hours today, with the maids and aunties, no one from my generation came, just me, schmearing egg yellows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113759695805671761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113759695805671761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759695805671761' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113750979238193934</id><published>2006-01-17T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:56:32.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an article i read today in Elle got me all choked up. misty-eyed, even. how pathetic?!it wasn't because of what you did - but the things it didn't occur you to do.So far, so good. i have Yet to skip a single lecture this week. But then again, it's only day 2. i can only be hopeful.a corny(read:cheesey) scene that played out like some '60s black-and-white movie today at tanah merah mrt got me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113750979238193934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113750979238193934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113750979238193934' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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-5641585.post-113743417567825402</id><published>2006-01-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T01:56:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my days are reduced to chain-lattes, Vogue, Vanity Fair, and hell lots of check-out-that-rack!.which, suits me pretty well these days. boys are so out of fashion.i got bitten by a million sandflies! those bitches.Just because i get off at Dover doesn't necessarily mean i'm from singapore polytechnic. yes, part of my heart belongs there, BUT that's not the point. the point is...i'm sleepy..! good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113743417567825402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5641585/posts/default/113743417567825402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niggaz.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113743417567825402' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16308977944611776798</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></feed>
