<?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-91768739312948621</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:37:17.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amdeeeeeee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-5402745339603019399</id><published>2011-09-16T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T05:58:05.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible night out</title><content type='html'>Ok so heres the summary: 2 friends(a&amp;b) told me to go out with them tonight to meet their korean friends that they met while they were working. 1.didnt get introduced to them till we finished dinner 2.everyone kept talking about their mutual friends they met together at work 3.friends didnt care or notice rather, that i was sitting there silent 4.texted best friend for help but didnt reply when i needed her to(prob busy with her bf)&lt;br /&gt;Ok so heres the low down...yesterday my friends told me that i should go dinner with them and their friends they just met. foolish me thought it sounded like a good idea and went along. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting them before dinner was the start of bad things to come. i met b* at the train stn and she was there with one of the pple they wanted me too meet. I initiated convo and introed myself to her. she was nice and all and we walked to the restaurant together where we would meet the rest. one the way itself! They kept saying stuff like "is blah blah blah coming?" and talking abt their other night out where they all got drunk and shit. i just led the aay to the restaurant myself. then at the entrance of the restaurant a* was standing at the entrance and just said hi to me then immediately hook arms w the girl i just met and start yakking away. i was like ok.....and there was a guy there too that i didbt know...both of us just silently walk in -_- when we sat down he introed himself to me and i felt a lil bettet..then they just began their owb convos. and i just sat there...awkward much? Then finally my friend realised she hadnt introed us andshe just stuck her hands out gesturing to intro ourselves. then i said my name and the girl just looked at me like -_- and i sooooooo straightforwardly asked her whats ur name and thn she said her name and looked away. then ordering food they just talk amongst themselves and i ask a* are we sharing or getting individual? And she just shrug and then ithey just start ordering spicy food so i was like i cant eat spicy so i m gna order my own. and then the whole timd we eating they keep talking abt a work event tmr and asking whos going and checking if mutual friends r going...ghen tgat started the convos abt mutual friends. i tried very hard to keep up and kept having to ask ehos that?" or "what?" it got to the point i was so exhausted i just wanted to eat and leave. but the guy actually paid for dinner and he refused to talk my money..so i felt so bad just leaving aft that i agreed to go karaoke w them. af karaoke they just sang songs together nad i was sitting on the side,next to the door and nobody talked to me and theg all had their backs to me..like ok...then i got so annoyed..like honestly..worst thing is my friends didnt dven notice and jusf contiusd singing and talking aamongst themselves...so i sent out an sos to my bff and she didnt reply till much later...and thank god one of my good friends replied and even invited me to join her..pity i m not dressed for that...anyway that was mh terrible friday night. hipe no one out there has it worsd then me!! Xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-5402745339603019399?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5402745339603019399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=5402745339603019399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/5402745339603019399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/5402745339603019399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2011/09/terrible-night-out.html' title='terrible night out'/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-8436612833549220885</id><published>2009-01-16T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T18:20:54.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a new laptop! :) Its a one of the hp pavilion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dv&lt;/span&gt;5  series laptops. I really don't like the mouse bit, its too smooth extremely hard to use, my fingers are too slippery to move it properly! But I guess the good thing about it is that it can act as a mirror as well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, I m trying to think positive. Well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; whats been happening in my ultra boring life. I've practically been job hunting for forever and I finally got an interview yesterday! At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;! I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;, such a shame its closing down soon. It was an alright interview, I must admit, I could have done better. It was so noisy inside with them blending ice and all, I found it hard to really hear the questions the interviewers(yes. There were more than one interviewers. There was 2!) were asking and so I kept going 'huh?' or 'I beg your pardon?'. Then they told me that they were looking for people who actually could work opening or closing shifts. Which is either starting at 6am or ending at midnight. I seriously can't because the trains don't exactly run that early or late at night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. Therefore I decided to head to the body shop for some retail therapy. I bought this seaweed facial soap set. Comes with a cleanser, toner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;matifying&lt;/span&gt; day cream, oil blotting paper and a facial brush. I also bought a facial exfoliating sponge. It added up to about $50+.  But my gosh! The soap and stuff is so incredibly good! Its for combination /oily skin which is perfect for me. My skin isn't even shiny anymore! Love it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt; I m starting to watch the second season of gossip girl. Who knows when the DVD will come out here in Melbourne. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; won't even come out in Melbourne! Lets just say I totally love Blair and Chuck. They are so evil its so amazing, I aspire to become like them one day. Blair has the most amazing clothes too. After watching the first season, I think I m going to save up and purchase one of those Marc Jacob dresses. I also have decided. I am going to make a commitment to myself. I am going to make sure my children(if I have any of those in the future) have money to live like Manhattan's elite. Sure don't want them ending up like Jenny Humphrey. I don't really like her. Anyhow, I have to go have lunch before my dad starts spreading rumours that I m freaking anorexic just because I hate eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tune: Shut up and let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-8436612833549220885?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8436612833549220885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=8436612833549220885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/8436612833549220885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/8436612833549220885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-got-new-laptop-its-one-of-hp.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-3530620139455620711</id><published>2008-12-22T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:27:36.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops I keep forgetting to blog.&lt;br /&gt;whats been happening,whats been happening..&lt;br /&gt;well we got our vce enter results already! I got a score of 85.05, abi got &gt;93, rach got 96 or something(duh?) haha I dont know about Jenno or Jugs yet but should be alright. They always make a huge fuss but i know they do alright :)&lt;br /&gt;Last friday night was Lucy's 18th party. I didnt even drink much but i was throwing up the whole saturday. It was fucking disgusting. I also burned up a fever of 38.9. But I refused to go to the doctor which made my dad pissed because he always has to literally drag me haha.(please, seeing the doctor is for weaklings. I m strong enough to pull through a slight fever.) I couldnt get out of bed until yesterday, so bloody dizzy the whole saturday and sunday! But yea, I m over it. Just as I said I would be. haha well I need to piss, ttyl. xoxo (i m so in love with gossip girl)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-3530620139455620711?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3530620139455620711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=3530620139455620711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/3530620139455620711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/3530620139455620711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops-i-keep-forgetting-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-1162312301750754712</id><published>2008-10-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:20:06.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, I have 40 DAYS till I absolutely finish year twelve! I m screwed because I haven't studied much, but I don't know why I m really excited! I m so over the whole year twelve thing, BRING ON UNIVERSITY! Yea, I m supposed to get a nintendo DS lite at the end of the year after my exams, but now i'm really confused and I don't know what to do! (why?) Because theres a new version of nintendo DS coming out the end of next year! It has a camera, better speakers, is slimmer, has bigger screens, is lighter, better microphone, SD card slot and can play music and videos! I really don't know if I should wait for that. Although, there is one possible solution, because nintendo is a japanese brand, the new DS will launch in japan on the first of november. My sister is in japan! So I don't know if I should ask her to get it for me when it comes out. What if it(instructions, console menu,stuff on the screens) will be in japanese?!?!?! I don't read no japanese! Damn...life is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O yeah! Yesterday was Singapore day here in Melbourne! I went with my mother(BAD decision) shes so kiasu it pisses me off. Anyway it was weird, when i was queuing up to go in, the ticket checking guy started talking to me and telling me he was cold(what was I supposed to do? Give him my jacket?lol)and he reminded me of my mcdonalds manager(bad memories haha) and then when I was queuing up for food, some guy started talking to me, if he was hot i'd let him pick me up, but yup, you guessed it, he was sooo gross. haha but I didn't snob him off, I was being nice. :) There was lots of people performing, Daphne from Spore Idol season 1, Phua Chu Kang and family, Hady from Spore Idol season 2, Tay Ping Hui..some other old people. By the way, I talked to Daphne! Not that amazing but yea made me excited because she was on tv before. Anyway school starts tomorrow, I better go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m so in love with pokerface by lady gaga, green light(freemason's remix) by beyonce,see you again by miley cyrus, shake it by metro station and this song my T.I and rihanna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-1162312301750754712?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1162312301750754712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=1162312301750754712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/1162312301750754712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/1162312301750754712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-i-have-40-days-till-i-absolutely.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-2903628691720568280</id><published>2008-08-16T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:18:09.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Me On The Floor - The Veronicas&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lights are out and I barely know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're going up and the place is slowing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew you'd come around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You captivate me, something about you has got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was lonely now you make me feel alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you be mine tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it any more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can give you more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart is racing as you're moving closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take me higher with every breath I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would it be wrong to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One look at you and I know what you're thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time's a bitch and my heart is sinking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You turn me inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it any more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can give you more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a girl (do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a girl (do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a boy (do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss a (kiss a, kiss a, kiss a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dadada da dadadada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dadada da dadadada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dadada da dadadada (oh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it any more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can give you more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kill me, you kill me, you kill me with your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take it any more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you, I want you, I want you to show me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take me on the floor (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can give you more (dadada da dadadada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kill me, you kill me, you kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-2903628691720568280?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2903628691720568280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=2903628691720568280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2903628691720568280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2903628691720568280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/08/take-me-on-floor-veronicas-lights-are.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-2110107029658691714</id><published>2008-08-02T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:10:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate my family!! GEEZ! They are talking about giving away my dogs now! The dogs are the only ones who are always there for me! They were my only family who actually wished me happy birthday. I HATE THEM! Well, if the dogs leave, I m leaving. And everyone keeps saying they wanted a dog last time but now everyone says it was just me that wanted a dog. They are all saying they didnt want the dog. I feel so sad because they all pressurised me to find the dogs and now that we have them, no one wants to take responsibility for them. I feel so sorry for them. I try my best to do whatever i can for the dogs. I have 5 exams next week and i still make sure i feed them and play with them. and i come home from school at 4.30-5pm EVERY DAY. take a shower, 6pm. Have dinner 7pm. Study till 9-10pm. I have NO social life or time to relax AT ALL. I mean fuck, what more do you want me to do? I only have 24hours in a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-2110107029658691714?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2110107029658691714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=2110107029658691714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2110107029658691714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2110107029658691714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-my-family-geez-they-are-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-8740369214036229558</id><published>2008-08-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:55:42.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok that was what happened on my b******* i dont want to say the word. It might make me cry because I am so disappointed with my family. Now I just treat them like room mates. I dont talk to them other than saying 'yes','no','ok','dont want it','hi' and 'bye'. And I will never, I repeat, NEVER celebrate anything with them again. Even their b*******s, I'll make sure i m not at home. xmas, i'll lock myself in my room with my ds. New year-get drunk with other people. 31july next year,i'll go for dinner with friends and sleepover at someone's house. It like my family took all my hopes and expectations of them and chucked it on the floor, trampled over it, spat on it, then ripped it up. I'll make sure I m never there for them, I think I'd much rather keep my distance with people like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-8740369214036229558?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8740369214036229558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=8740369214036229558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/8740369214036229558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/8740369214036229558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok-that-was-what-happened-on-my-b-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-2732819757407245147</id><published>2008-08-02T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:48:44.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha Ya my birthday...Where do I even start. Well I woke up and I got ready for school and my parents didnt wake up to wish me happy birthday. Which sucked seeing as they usually do every other year. But then ya, went to school, all my friends wished me happy birthday, they all remembered(which is what stunned me) then one of my good friends and her 'soon to be' boyfriend gave me a ralph lauren bag.(I was shocked when she said it was from her AND him, cause even though I know him, its weird getting stuff from him) Then another friend gave me a flower and a card, another one gave me a swiss roll cake(?haha) and two other people baked a cake for me. Then I was supposed to meet up with another friend after school to go buy a bag(cuz i really need one) but since i already got one for my bdae, i decided i shudnt waste my money, so i cancelled on them. Then the bad stuff started happening, my sister smsed me on the train and this is what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey under(she calls me tht, i dno y), movie.630pm. I'll buy the tickets. Wna meet at 6 in mc?we can have dinner after the movie:) ai(her friend) recommends the thai place lol. Or u want jap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea but the thing is when i asked her a month ago if she wanted to go watch a movie with me for my bdae and she said yes. and then the day before my bdae she said she couldnt because she was busy so we changed it to saturday. and then i called her back (cuz we live very far away from my school and it takes me at least and hour and half to get home and it was 3.40pm already so if  she wanted to watch the movie i would have to stay in the city instead of going home or i wont make it to mc at 6pm) so anyway, i called her and she said 'can you call me back in an hour cuz i m busy.' so i went on the train home. The moment i got off the train and started walking home, she called and was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her:'so, wanna watch the movie? the forbidden kingdom?' &lt;br /&gt;Me:'but i just got home.'&lt;br /&gt;Her:'i m queuing up for the tickets, its at 6.30pmand we can go for dinner after'&lt;br /&gt;Me:'but i have school tomoro, i have to get up early and btw who else is going?'&lt;br /&gt;Her:'just me and you so are you coming?'&lt;br /&gt;Me:'i JUST got off the train! i wont make it there on time!'&lt;br /&gt;Her:'o so you dont want to go?'&lt;br /&gt;Me:'ya, arent we going on saturday anyway??'&lt;br /&gt;Her:'but isnt it ur bdae today?'&lt;br /&gt;Me:'but i wanna go on saturday.'&lt;br /&gt;Her:'o....forgot to tell you, i m busy on saturday.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SOO angry! she kept giving excuses and stuff all because her she was busy on saturday and we already agreed on a time and everything and she wanted to watch it with me on my bdae only bcoz someone else cancelled on her! GRRR! This isnt the worst bit. I thought that when i went home my parents would be at home and got the cake and asking me where we would want to go for dinner. But when i got home, NO ONE WAS HOME! I was so sad and dissappointed i called up my friends and they were all pretty pissed at my parents and my sister. I called my parents to ask where they were and my dad told me they went out and that dinner is in the fridge(which means that they wanted me to eat leftovers...FOR MY BDAE!!) Then i started crying and crying cuz i expected that my parents would at least be at home but they werent! So my dogs comforted me when they saw me crying which warmed me up a little. Then i took a shower and fed the dogs then my parents came back. and the first thing my dad said to me was "DID YOU FEED THE DOGS?!?! ITS 7 O'CLOCK ALREADY!" and i was just like, "YESSSS.....you fuckhead." and my mum wished me happy bdae but i ignored her. Then i ran to my room and pretended to be asleep. And my parents came in and they were like 'are you angry? we didnt forget, we couldnt take the car thats why we were late.' (but one would think, if you couldnt take the car, you would KNOW you're going to be late and therefore not go out cuz its my bdae.) anyways, then i couldnt keep it in anymore so i just started crying because i have rubbish as family. and my parents were apoloising and they were like, 'we'll take you to the supermarket and you can buy WHATEVER you want.' (but seriously, what is there to buy in the supermarket...ham and chicken and vegies? weird.) and then they said they would take me out for dinner and stuff but i refused. so i tried to go to sleep at 730pm. hahaha which didnt work cuz my parents were shouting for me to come out of my room every minute. then my brother came home with his girlfriend and they bought a cake and i didnt know, so my parents shouted louder and i refused and my mum was like 'shes soo naughty.' WHAT THE FUCK!!! its their fault in the first place and she dares to say I am NAUGHTY? i hate her, she pretends to be all nice and stuff but she bitches about me behind my back...hate her hate her hate her! anyway in the end i went out cuz i felt bad for my bro's gf. and they sang happy bdae and ate the cake but i didnt cuz i really felt so disgusted and i wanted to throw up from crying. yup, thats my birthday. Sucked like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-2732819757407245147?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2732819757407245147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=2732819757407245147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2732819757407245147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/2732819757407245147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-ya-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-7194078735934575159</id><published>2008-07-30T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T03:33:53.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I m going to be seventeen tomorrow!! I can't believe it!! I m not excited at all! Its soo scary!! That means I have 3 years till I am 20 years old! AHH mid-life-crisis! Anyways, today went for biology excursion at swinburne uni. SOO boring. I swear, I wouldnt have gone if my attendance wasnt shit! It was quite annoying seeing as all my friends in my class who are meant to go were doing the umat exam. I was the biggest loner! So I thought i'd hang with rachel.m but yea...she kinda ditched me so I decided she isn't a friend worth making..I mean..she totally doesnt got my back. But yea..never been close to her and never will. I cbf wit her now, just whatever. I can't wait for english tomorrow! Abi is bringing trunk loads of food and we'll just eat in class...as usual and who cares what pansies says..I bet a slice of cake would shut her up anyways..she looks like the type to be bribed hahaha absolutely not loyal AT ALL anyway..i shall not be nasty and negative. So, I m trying to look for a job for the end of the year...its pretty hard there arent many good jobs in the city or near my place..they are all on the east side. This is gay..anyways I better keep looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-7194078735934575159?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7194078735934575159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=7194078735934575159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/7194078735934575159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/7194078735934575159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-m-going-to-be-seventeen-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91768739312948621.post-6453543343377378467</id><published>2008-07-26T01:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:47:26.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup first post dudes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/91768739312948621-6453543343377378467?l=amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6453543343377378467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=91768739312948621&amp;postID=6453543343377378467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/6453543343377378467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/91768739312948621/posts/default/6453543343377378467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amdee-blabbs.blogspot.com/2008/07/yup-first-post-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>amrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18161376414541900199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
