<?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-4150809</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:07:26.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;::Dreamz On Hold::&lt;</title><subtitle type='html'>::Some Reasons To The Maddess::</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pamela</name><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>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150809.post-113766520031847283</id><published>2006-01-19T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:06:40.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--Alien Trust Banner--&gt;&lt;!--Alien Trust Banner--&gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766520031847283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766520031847283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113766520031847283' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-113766513193283733</id><published>2006-01-19T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:05:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766513193283733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766513193283733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113766513193283733' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-113766468374023920</id><published>2006-01-19T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T02:07:46.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766468374023920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/113766468374023920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113766468374023920' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111376190389000651</id><published>2005-04-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:18:23.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom"I took the steps i realised i'm only human many of you would think that i really should take the above statment seriously. I cant guys i broke the rules i made before my ownself idiotic self.  It doesnt make a difference. GOD meant something else for both of us. I'm sorry. You </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111376190389000651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111376190389000651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111376190389000651' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111316098506766080</id><published>2005-04-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:23:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time is a real and constant motion always Rolling us along Tell me who   Wants to look back on their youth and wonder   Where those years have gone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111316098506766080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111316098506766080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111316098506766080' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111272025977189219</id><published>2005-04-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T09:57:39.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm giving you my heart to break but trusting you won't.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111272025977189219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111272025977189219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272025977189219' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111264397390408407</id><published>2005-04-04T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:46:13.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope you never lose your sense of wonder   You get your fill to eat   But always keep that hunger   May you never take one single breath for granted   God forbid love ever leave you empty handed   I hope you still feel small   When you stand by the ocean   Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens   Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance     And when you get the choice to sit it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111264397390408407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111264397390408407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111264397390408407' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111030942759404769</id><published>2005-03-08T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T11:17:07.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nice to know you care, appreaciate it.The nights are cold, my warmest nights might have come and gone. But when it happened what seems like years ago, you tend to forget how warm it was but harping on how cold it is now.Its like holding on to a helium filled ballon.... you don't wanna let go but sooner or later it doesnt have any helium left in it and you're left with nothing...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111030942759404769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111030942759404769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111030942759404769' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-111030776863812375</id><published>2005-03-08T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T10:49:28.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, Why You Look So Sad?Tears are in your eyesCome on and come to me nowDon’t be ashamed to cryLet me see you through’cause I’ve seen the dark side tooWhen the night falls on youYou don’t know what to doNothing you confessCould make me love you lessI’ll stand by youI’ll stand by youWon’t let nobody hurt youI’ll stand by youSo if you’re mad, get madDon’t hold it all insideCome on and talk to me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111030776863812375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/111030776863812375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111030776863812375' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-110332153254660195</id><published>2004-12-17T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T14:12:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walking on light bulbs and a medow of daisies    afraid you'll fall or break the glass   so fragile but yet bright n warm     A girl named Masepola once fell     this is her story::     Treadin on the glass I fell thru and onto the  daisies   for no reason I was afraid of them before    with the mindset that they may b dangerous while  looking so beautiful     I missed the warmth for a while   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/110332153254660195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/110332153254660195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110332153254660195' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-110332009410667022</id><published>2004-12-17T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T13:48:14.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You walked amongst them torns to get to him    You brought yourself to his mercy in so many  ways  You build an imaginary world for you and  him  So many nights your bed heated up with dreams of  him n you     But when your dreams come true   the lights go down and  the dreams were just dreams   no one knows wads reality anymore   no one dares to touch those bright shiny bubbles    right in front</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/110332009410667022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/110332009410667022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110332009410667022' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-109527770925042841</id><published>2004-09-15T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T12:48:29.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you think of your past love, you may viewitas a failure. But when you find a new love, youview the past as a teacher. In the game of love,it doesn't really matter who won or who lost.What is important is you know when to hold onandwhen to let go! You know you really love someonewhen you want him or her to be happy, even iftheir happiness means that you're not part ofit.Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/109527770925042841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/109527770925042841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109527770925042841' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108931362051412147</id><published>2004-07-08T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:07:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A heart is not a play thing,a heart is not a toy,but if you want it broken,Just give it to a boy.Boys they like to play with thingsTo see what makes them run,But when it comes to kissing,They do it just for fun.Boys never give their hearts awayThey play us girls for fools,They wait untill we give our heartsAnd then they play it cool.You will wonder where he is a nightYou will wonder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108931362051412147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108931362051412147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108931362051412147' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108530240983361789</id><published>2004-05-23T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:53:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do birds suddenly appearEvery time you are near?Just like me, they long to beClose to youWhy do stars fall down from the skyEvery time you walk by?Just like me, they long to beClose to youOn the day that you were bornThe angels got togetherAnd decided to create a dream come trueSo they sprinkled moon-dustIn your hair of goldAnd starlight in your eyes of blueThat is why all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108530240983361789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108530240983361789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530240983361789' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108530225865632804</id><published>2004-05-23T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T01:50:58.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There were daysWhen we used to loungeHangin' out in my carTill the sun went downWhen I'd callyou'd pick up the phoneTell me how muchand you were alone*Let's get deep**If I ever broke downgave you what I felt nowWould you still hang aroundAre we crazy for feeling this wayYou used to laugh until you criedYou and I keeping the world at bayWe'd sit around all dayLet's get deep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108530225865632804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108530225865632804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108530225865632804' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108499356378918603</id><published>2004-05-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T12:06:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mine is not the first heart you break. You are not the first I've lost. I hope you'll find the one you belong to. I'm not afraid to love I'm ony afraid to lose.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108499356378918603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108499356378918603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108499356378918603' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108456448299353655</id><published>2004-05-14T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T12:54:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at this face I know the years are showing.Look at this life I still don't know where it's going.I don't know much but I know I love you.That may be all I need to know.Look at these eyes they never see what matters.Look at these dreams so beaten and so battered.I don't know much but I know I love you.That may be all I need to know.So many questions still left unanswered.So much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108456448299353655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108456448299353655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108456448299353655' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108387458569166289</id><published>2004-05-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:20:45.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're so similar we cant b togather the world spins around us should one day it brings the 2 of us bk together the world will start spining again this life we lead the similiarities r there tho we refuse to admit it the way we live our lives so similar yet the differences sets us apart we will never b together yet we will always b the same.The love is keeping our hearts beating but they shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108387458569166289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108387458569166289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387458569166289' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108383143270698911</id><published>2004-05-06T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T01:21:31.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm living a scam of a life</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108383143270698911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108383143270698911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108383143270698911' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108365318309301996</id><published>2004-05-03T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T23:50:17.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can read your mindAnd I know your storyI see what you're going throughIt's an uphill climbAnd I'm feeling sorryBut I know it will come to youDon't surrender'Cause you can winIn this thing called loveWhen you want it the mostThere's no easy way outWhen you're ready to goAnd your heart's left in doubtDon't give up on your faithLove comes to those who believe itAnd that's the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108365318309301996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108365318309301996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108365318309301996' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108360160016294731</id><published>2004-05-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:30:45.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>head to imagestation.com and look under members "minipong" and check out my space ibiza maddness!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108360160016294731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108360160016294731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360160016294731' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108360030901760973</id><published>2004-05-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T09:09:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kid Rock:Livin my life in a slow hellDifferent girl every night at the hotelI ain't seen the sunshineIn three damn daysBeen fuelin'up on cocaine and whiskeyWish I had a good girl to miss meLord I wonder if I'll ever change my waysI put your picture awaySat down and cried todayI can't look at you while I'm lying next to herI put your picture awaySat down and cried todayI can't look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108360030901760973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108360030901760973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108360030901760973' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108326686011531686</id><published>2004-04-29T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:31:50.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When there's love insideI swear I'll always be strongthen there's a reason why.I'll prove to you we belongI'll be the wall that protects youfrom the wind and the rain,from the hurt and pain.Let's make it all for one and all for love.Let the one you hold be the one you want,The one you need,Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.When there's someone that should knowThen just let</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108326686011531686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108326686011531686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108326686011531686' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108153975329732785</id><published>2004-04-09T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:46:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everybody's got somethingThey had to leave behindOne regret from yesterdayThat just seems to grow with timeThere's no use looking back,or wonderingHow it could been,now how it might've beenAll this I knowBut,still I can't find the ways to let you goI never had a dream come true'till the day that I found youEven though I pretend that I moved onYou'll always be my babyI never found the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153975329732785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153975329732785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153975329732785' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108153894726493062</id><published>2004-04-09T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:32:51.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me in the cornerMe in the spotlightLosin' my religionThought that I heard you laughingThought that I heard you singThink I saw you tryConsider this, consider the lengths that I would go toA slip that brought me to my knees and I don't know if I can do itOh, no, I said too muchI set it upThought that I heard you laughingThought that I heard you singLife is bigger, bigger than you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153894726493062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153894726493062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153894726493062' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108153875779867678</id><published>2004-04-09T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:29:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give me releaseWitness meI am outsideGive me peaceHeaven holds a sense of wonderAnd I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsidesPassionChokes the flowerUntil she cries no morePossessing all the beautyHungry still for moreHeaven holds a sense of wonderAnd I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in me subsidesIn this white waveI am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153875779867678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153875779867678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153875779867678' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108153852845874439</id><published>2004-04-09T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T12:25:52.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a smile stretched from ear to earTo see you walking down the roadWe meet at the lights, I stare for a whileThe world around us disappearsIt's just you and me on my island of hopeA breath between us could be milesLet me surround you, a sea to your shoreLet me be the calm you seekBut everytime I'm close to youThere's too much I can't sayAnd you just walk awayAnd I forgot to tell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153852845874439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108153852845874439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153852845874439' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-108102536020938784</id><published>2004-04-03T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T12:52:56.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know your story, I might have seen the same once or twice, maybe even trice. Once I've lead that same life. Now my world, it hasn't been about me for a while.  This explains thw wild maniatic twirling. I cry for the life I may not live to lead, but live for the smiles i have everyday. My life tho empty is filled with laughs. The way the world is now i might not even feel remorseful leaving this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108102536020938784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/108102536020938784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102536020938784' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107828912444166494</id><published>2004-03-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T20:49:00.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you've been pretending to smile and to laugh for so long that when true happiness comes you dont see it. Pretending everything is fine and when the cake starts crumbling you panic more than you need to. Sometimes things never go your way, sometimes you're just so used to that. Now you cant even tell if things are looking up anymore, coz you're still trying to find the loopholes where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107828912444166494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107828912444166494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107828912444166494' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107731461780676441</id><published>2004-02-20T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:08:18.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>new phone:: mc60 siemensProud new owner of:: a seagull 120 twin lens reflex camHeadin for:: a trip to desaru &lt; funny thing is i've never been ther b4 &gt;Gifts:: chanel compact, braun buf wallet.But i'm still the same...For the first time in months i heard from des, on the phone that is, i din know how much i miss that big olf, Thanks for spending ur hard earned money on me sweetie. What say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107731461780676441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107731461780676441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731461780676441' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107731435782175024</id><published>2004-02-20T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T14:01:57.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,I'll tell you that.But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt itwhere's the sense in that?I promise I'm not trying to make your life harderOr return to where we wereWell I will go down with this shipAnd I won't put my hands up and surrenderThere will be no white flag above my doorI'm in love and always will beI know I left too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107731435782175024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107731435782175024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731435782175024' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107371700901632975</id><published>2004-01-09T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:45:13.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yes I know that there has been no update during the hols but I was busy? Have been too lazy to even log on the net therefore my absence... Only reason I'm trying to plug back in is coz of a big fat pig a 24hr plane ride away.Eh photo album updated yak yak yak still pretending to b a workaholic.... got my basic theory booked for the 3rd of feb... hmmmmm wad else... Stop asking wad i did new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107371700901632975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107371700901632975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371700901632975' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107243163020246982</id><published>2003-12-26T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:41:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm so tired... not physically but i dunno wad..... I feel so pulled n twisted... And i m talking abt work... The money is good ya... money make me happy who doesnt know that yet? but bearing the responsibilities r getting tiring... being so commited is kinda wearing me thin...This is a bloody pattern.... tho I dun believe i'm exactly commitment phobic... jus need a lot of breathing space i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107243163020246982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107243163020246982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243163020246982' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107207197574380043</id><published>2003-12-21T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:47:34.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 outta 7 aint bad... tho the digital camera still needs a smart media card reader i'm satiafied to a certain extent! see i'm easily pleased!so shld  i add an eighth one?8&gt;smart media card reader for usb 1.0</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107207197574380043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107207197574380043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207197574380043' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107207184322736119</id><published>2003-12-21T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:46:04.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateDespite the last post this year"s chritmas wish list is quite diff:1&gt; Sony ericsson T610 but well wadever just a smaller lighter phone!2&gt; Lomo LC-A3&gt; Holga4&gt; Digital camera5&gt; White lomo side kick bag6&gt; Laughter. I want a handful of laughing fits.7&gt; The return of my best babe from Canada!!!! &lt; Big olf if ya reading this i'm talking abt u!!! yes i only call one person big olf! &gt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107207184322736119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107207184322736119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207184322736119' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107186662462805742</id><published>2003-12-19T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T12:45:19.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strumming my pain with his fingers,Singing my life with his words,Killing me softly with his song,Killing me softly with his song,Telling my whole life with his words,Killing me softly with his song ...I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.And so I came to see him to listen for a while.And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.Strumming my pain with his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107186662462805742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107186662462805742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186662462805742' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107182034099979177</id><published>2003-12-18T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:53:36.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>See the stone set in your eyesSee the thorn twist in your sideI wait for youSleight of hand and twist of fateOn a bed of nails she makes me waitAnd I wait without youWith or without youWith or without youThrough the storm we reach the shoreYou give it all but I want moreAnd I'm waiting for youWith or without youWith or without youI can't liveWith or without youAnd you give </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107182034099979177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107182034099979177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107182034099979177' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107177369337723520</id><published>2003-12-18T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T10:56:08.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last ChristmasI gave you my heartBut the very next day you gave it awayThis yearTo save me from tearsI'll give it to someone specialOnce bitten and twice shyI keep my distanceBut you still catch my eyeTell me babyDo you recognize me?WellIt's been a yearIt doesn't surprise meI wrapped it up and sent itWith a note saying "I love you"I meant itNow I know what a fool I've beenBut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107177369337723520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107177369337723520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177369337723520' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107169702257221847</id><published>2003-12-17T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:38:15.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have Yourself A Merry Little ChristmasHave yourself a merry little Christmas,Let your heart be lightFrom now on,our troubles will be out of sightHave yourself a merry little Christmas,Make the Yule-tide gay,From now on,our troubles will be miles away.Here we are as in olden days,Happy golden days of yore.Faithful friends who are dear to usGather near to us once more.Through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169702257221847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169702257221847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169702257221847' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107169652914409068</id><published>2003-12-17T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:30:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life spins its webs around you. Things are out of your hands. The more you try to shape it the more it defys u. Take 3 deep breaths n stop trying to control wad you can never. Not everything is controllable not everything must listen to ur wishes, or else.  Take 3 steps backwards n close your eyes, you will see without your sight more den ever. Lay in a bed of your favourite flowers watch the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169652914409068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169652914409068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169652914409068' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107169613793219064</id><published>2003-12-17T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:23:31.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My lips are burnt n stained.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169613793219064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169613793219064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169613793219064' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107169488358129676</id><published>2003-12-17T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:03:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8 days lying on a bed that was not mine. my life changed spinned n twirled, the vision in my right eye is more or less permly impaired. But so many other things have changed, the balancng scales tipped. The blue n black vortex sucking me in. The breath knocked outta me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169488358129676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107169488358129676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169488358129676' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107164285324128239</id><published>2003-12-16T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:35:25.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chestnuts roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your noseYuletide carols being sung by a choirAnd folks dressed up like eskimosEverybody knows a turkey and somemistletoeHelp to make the season brightTiny tots with their eyes all aglowWill find it hard to sleep tonightThey know that Santa's on his wayHe's bringing lots of toys and goodieson his sleighAnd every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107164285324128239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107164285324128239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164285324128239' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107127585220377398</id><published>2003-12-12T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:38:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i died today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107127585220377398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107127585220377398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127585220377398' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107117784578759789</id><published>2003-12-11T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T13:25:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas is coming... I dun believe in Santa but i do believe in a lil christmas magic...Christmas has always been a special time of the year for me. I just love the holiday. Makes no sense if i say coz its the season of giving coz i can bloody do that any day I want but somehow mayb i'm just too lazy to... This christmas eve i'll b at Jazz@southbridge working tho... But hopefully that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107117784578759789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107117784578759789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117784578759789' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107109033823879059</id><published>2003-12-10T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:06:42.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A wise dear man passed these on.... "Life is lived forwards but can only be understood backwards"n"No one falls in love by choice, it is by CHANCE. No one stays in love by chance, it is by WORK. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by CHOICE"my ungratefull reply was "I had the chance I did the work but now I have no choice"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107109033823879059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107109033823879059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109033823879059' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107085333678995297</id><published>2003-12-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:41:49.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despite the last post this year"s chritmas wish list is quite diff:1&gt; Sony ericsson T610 but well wadever just a smaller lighter phone!2&gt; Lomo LC-A3&gt; Holga 4&gt; Digital camera5&gt; White lomo side kick bag6&gt; Laughter. strike that. I want a handful of laughing fits.7&gt; The return of my best babe from Canada!!!! &lt;  Big olf if ya reading this i'm talking abt u!!! yes i only call one person big olf!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107085333678995297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107085333678995297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085333678995297' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107085206958136606</id><published>2003-12-07T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T18:55:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want a lot for ChristmasThere is just one thing I needI don't care about the presentsUnderneath the Christmas treeI just want you for my ownMore than you could ever knowMake my wish come trueAll I want for ChristmasIs you...I don't want a lot for ChristmasThere is just one thing I needI don't care about the presentsUnderneath the Christmas treeI don't need to hang my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107085206958136606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107085206958136606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107085206958136606' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107030970051612604</id><published>2003-12-01T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:15:53.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She walks in, and I'm suddenly a hero, I'm taken in, my hopes begin to riseLook at me, can't you tell I'd be so thrilled to see the message in your eyesYou make it seem I'm so close to my dream and then suddenly it's all thereSuddenly the wheels are in motion, and I, I'm ready to sail any oceanSuddenly I don't need the answers'cos I, I'm ready to take all my chances with youAnd how can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107030970051612604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107030970051612604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030970051612604' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-107029057731491928</id><published>2003-12-01T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T06:57:09.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didnt die. not just yet.But i was staying at a crazy hotel called NUH for the last 8 days.... Cornea ulcer... yes this has helped cutted down my intake os fags but it has left far too much energy inside me.... oh not to mention no work = no money grrrgrrr oh well........... until the redness in my eye subsudes i'm not suppose to appear in public but hell who can stop a wild animal! haha</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107029057731491928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/107029057731491928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029057731491928' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106949054391180915</id><published>2003-11-22T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T00:43:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're an INTPINTPYou're on a quest for logical purity...you're motivated to examine universal truths and principles...always asking "Why?" and "Why not?"...can focus with great intensity on your interests...you appreciate elegance and efficiency in thought processes and demand it in your communication...You might appear low key in appearance and approach, you're hard as nails when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106949054391180915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106949054391180915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106949054391180915' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106944926394870586</id><published>2003-11-21T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T13:15:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>::happily ever after::Except happily is just a myth and ever after is a lie.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106944926394870586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106944926394870586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106944926394870586' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106927461445648820</id><published>2003-11-19T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T12:44:09.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You have a mysterious kiss.  Your partner neverknows what you're going to come up with next;this creates great excitement and arousal neverknowing what to expect.  And it's sure to endin a kiss as great as your mystery. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106927461445648820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106927461445648820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106927461445648820' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106893030921668731</id><published>2003-11-15T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T13:05:39.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok i'm bored this is the first sunday since abt a month plus plus bk i have free... wide n open.... gota craving for them xiao long baos n a movie munching session....  SOMEONE CALL ME! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106893030921668731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106893030921668731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106893030921668731' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106862237635143762</id><published>2003-11-11T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T23:33:21.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday saw me gobbling down xiao long baos at din tai feng with cheryl z... photos uploaded... i'm craving for the xiao long baos again soon....  thanks cheryl for being my food guide!!! hehehhe she does noe all the nice places to eat.... next i'm looking for someone to head down to marina to try some chocolate dipping fruit thing!!! also recommened by CZ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106862237635143762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106862237635143762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862237635143762' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106849025185761504</id><published>2003-11-10T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T10:51:41.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've taken all you wanted.I gave it willingly with the persuasion of ur empty words.And you have left me bare.Now i'm bare naked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106849025185761504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106849025185761504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106849025185761504' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106840518294272298</id><published>2003-11-09T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T11:13:25.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a big gurl now, or i try to be. When i fall n scrape both knees I try to bite back tears n stand up on my own. I told myself no more crying, I told myself i am strong. But i am not. I might never be. The tears flow freely, i cant hide the fidgeting fingers when I visit the docs. I said I wont cry because of you anymore I kept at it for a few weeks now. But tonight a single tear rolled out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106840518294272298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106840518294272298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840518294272298' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106832814305177420</id><published>2003-11-08T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T13:49:24.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There you are draggin on your fag, while your eyes staring ahead to the flickering screen. You are planning again i know, but what i do not know is the harm or joy your intentions might bring...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106832814305177420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106832814305177420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106832814305177420' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106832798837151314</id><published>2003-11-08T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T13:49:37.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>frivolous as i m, my heart disected would carry too many YOUS. A part of my heart you are, should i dig try to take it out, my heart will never b whole again. Same way you cant b replaced for its just not the same. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106832798837151314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106832798837151314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106832798837151314' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106806398530808498</id><published>2003-11-05T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:26:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Time is too slow for those who wait,too swift for those who fear,too long for those who grieve,too short for those who rejoice,but for those who love, time is eternity." </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106806398530808498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106806398530808498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806398530808498' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106806369757755535</id><published>2003-11-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:24:05.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A prayer before I sleep. A dream before I wake. A kiss before I leave. A call to check I'm safe. A hug when tears fall. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106806369757755535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106806369757755535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806369757755535' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106797327394112538</id><published>2003-11-04T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T11:16:12.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He likes to shows me photos of friends and family. I dun think I know why yet. But its so sweet so cute! Watching him find photos taking the pain to tell me who is whom n when was wad.... Even though i dun remember names that well... Could it b thru these he is trying to bring me into his life? I wonder...Just Sunday when he was digging thru his bag n looking at me like he had a big suprise. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106797327394112538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106797327394112538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106797327394112538' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106796896812992828</id><published>2003-11-04T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T10:03:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A chain of unfullfilled dreams.Trusting a difficult thing to do.Wary.An invisible shell, when threatened I crawl back inside.But in spite, I continue dreaming.Even when there is but little hope in attaining my dreams I dun let go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106796896812992828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106796896812992828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106796896812992828' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106780313061075169</id><published>2003-11-02T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T11:59:04.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoops i'm falling.... losing my balance n not in a good way... really pissed off right now... I'm losing my cool more often nowadays.... n now you can see the fire burnin my eyes... nah not that i wanna b this way but welll GRRRRGGRR lil girl here sprang claws n someone's gonna get hurt for hurting her</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106780313061075169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106780313061075169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106780313061075169' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106779865621197108</id><published>2003-11-02T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T10:44:29.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>halloween photos are up!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106779865621197108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106779865621197108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779865621197108' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106746164023882335</id><published>2003-10-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T13:07:28.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trying to build this....http://phamster.moonfruit.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106746164023882335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106746164023882335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746164023882335' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106736968469325909</id><published>2003-10-28T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T11:40:08.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know no joy when there is no one there to share it with.What I want to know is why the hell dun u get to share joy. Out of every damn thing you can only choose one. Take for bloody example, the one u love or the one who loves u? Me? The choice is all to clear. I'm the stupid type where I would daydream that the one I loves loves me too n stick with the damned nut. Its simple I just dun take</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106736968469325909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106736968469325909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736968469325909' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106708695933899749</id><published>2003-10-25T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T06:02:42.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Theres a pack of ciggs in my bag. Wrong brand. Its not for me. Lazily I lifted it up stared at it willing it to disappear. No tonight will b the first night I dun waste on u. But my mind keeps running re-runs of ur face. But I'm late already. Dun wait up I wont b home soon.Love ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106708695933899749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106708695933899749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106708695933899749' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106704036507559542</id><published>2003-10-24T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:06:07.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need some time to thinkcarefully. Calculating and maniplulating figures n no.s. This might b the biggest stake I've place on the table yet. I dun want to lose, but I dun have wad it takes to win YET. Meanwhile I promise those small little rash actions I pass off as affection will continue. The walls are closing in again. GRASP GRASP. I need to stop a while even for a little to try to get these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106704036507559542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106704036507559542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106704036507559542' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106703957257685427</id><published>2003-10-24T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:52:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COMMAND HEAD OVERWRITE HEART: FAILED||||</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106703957257685427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106703957257685427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106703957257685427' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106694314823416168</id><published>2003-10-23T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:05:48.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was asked a question today... its been spinning round my head since like 9pm???"how long can you love someone who doesnt love you?"Stragnely i dunno the ans. Mayb coz i assumed that he loves me too?? or that he has for upteen times reassured me that himself. I found this question really interesting tho. I think i've hardly been in the situation where I loved someone who doesnt love me at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106694314823416168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106694314823416168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694314823416168' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106676898078750844</id><published>2003-10-21T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T13:43:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't look at me. I dun deseve that sparkle in your eyes.Don't touch me.I cant take it that i'm not worthyIts too painful to hold you for I know it wont last.I can never keep u with my dull n boring eyes.I can never deserve your brlliant smile for mine is yellow n ugly.I dun dare to dirty your hands with my rough ones.Yous lips too sweet are they for me.For mine are tasteless n leave no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106676898078750844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106676898078750844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676898078750844' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106659807819758571</id><published>2003-10-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:14:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a hypocrite.I'm a right mean bitch.I'm a ...Damn i'm everything I wanna b n dun wanna b at the same time.GO figure!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659807819758571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659807819758571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659807819758571' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106659778860317812</id><published>2003-10-19T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:10:13.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets talk about giving up, be it hope, dreams, wadever. Lets talk about opportunities rising and how willing you are to take them.Ever had the feeling wad you want or am trying to do will lead to a good outcome? Are you just narcissistic or the "gut feeling" is stronger than ever? The road to success is a long and strenuous one. Takes sweat, tears, loads of cursing n swearing n sometimes even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659778860317812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659778860317812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659778860317812' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106659320263336024</id><published>2003-10-19T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T12:53:22.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you.I did naught to find you.But when you found me, I din even know, until it was too late,To turn my face away and pretend I din care.Its been awhile but I still want you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659320263336024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659320263336024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659320263336024' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106659305243288354</id><published>2003-10-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T13:00:28.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reluctantly but hopeful I left the door open. You smiled at me. Now you've slammed the door in my face. The blame is on me. Timidly i took it, for i fear i just might lose you all over again.Now that we're talking thru the keyhole. My hands are tied, so is my tongue.Hope opend the door, fear slammed it in his face.The roads rocky n dimly lit. I tried to reach for direction I found none </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659305243288354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106659305243288354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659305243288354' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-10664657504490426</id><published>2003-10-18T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T01:29:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been smoking a lot more think might kick the bucket or something sooner den expected..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/10664657504490426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/10664657504490426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10664657504490426' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106640730271165119</id><published>2003-10-17T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T09:15:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear You,I still hold you dear in my heart nomatter what you are, you'll always b my friend first and foremost. I dun ask for your understanding but i know you'll give it to me no matter what. That is the one thing I love most about you. Have not forgotten you doubt I will. This friendship has changed me, stregthen me, build me. Thank you angel. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106640730271165119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106640730271165119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640730271165119' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106640708483878967</id><published>2003-10-17T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T09:11:24.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>update::new job @ a jazzbar along boat quaynew guy @ ntu named artnew modules: principles of econs n fund. of IT new hangout @ homeI guess thats all... cant recall anymore...heeheheh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106640708483878967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106640708483878967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640708483878967' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106609391700530124</id><published>2003-10-13T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T18:27:01.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your whole life you have been acting.You want to scream n shout n throw things around.You are forced to keep your cool for fear of rejection,fear of those prying eyes.When all is lost you still have to face the world.And you don't want to look weak.No outlet, you hide yourself.You painfully swollow everything and let the pain and the hurt eat you up from inside.One day you will die, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106609391700530124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106609391700530124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609391700530124' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106602718025682481</id><published>2003-10-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:39:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You give your hand to meAnd then you say, "hello."And I can hardly speak,My heart is beating so.And anyone can tellYou think you know me well.Well, you don’t know me.No you don’t know the oneWho dreams of you at night;And longs to kiss your lipsAnd longs to hold you tightOh I’m just a friend.That’s all I’ve ever been.Cause you don’t know me.For I never knew the art of making love,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106602718025682481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106602718025682481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602718025682481' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106582616564389065</id><published>2003-10-10T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:49:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEALER(Submissive Extrovert Concrete Feeler )Pamela Like just 9% of the population you are a HEALER (SECF)-- caring, good with people, and patient. You are completely selfless and full of love. As a concrete feeler, you do well with your emotions, which are very strong. You understand and appreciate *why* you feel the way you do, and for the most part you're at peace with yourself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106582616564389065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106582616564389065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106582616564389065' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106582456441931119</id><published>2003-10-10T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:22:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe i've not met the right one mayb i'm not in the right mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106582456441931119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106582456441931119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106582456441931119' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-10658244675020907</id><published>2003-10-10T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T15:24:59.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If the world should turn and stare, turn and pointor turn and gloat.Be my hero,cover me from those eyes of millions and many.Wish I could hide my fears.I tried,I'm still trying.Bear with me for a while,I may seem sanein a lil while.If I don't,leave me be,YOU deserve a better oneden me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/10658244675020907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/10658244675020907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#10658244675020907' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547485236192980</id><published>2003-10-06T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T14:14:12.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a goddess! Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by QuizillaI WISH THIS WAS TRUE!!! WAHAHAHAHAHA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547485236192980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547485236192980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547485236192980' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547481398472980</id><published>2003-10-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T14:13:34.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It's Tricky" (by Run DMC)It's Tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that'sright on timeIt's Tricky...it's Tricky (Tricky) Tricky (Tricky)It's Tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that'sright on timeIt's Tricky...Tr tr tr tricky (Tricky)Trrrrrrrrrrricky Which 80's Song Fits You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547481398472980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547481398472980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547481398472980' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547117982994155</id><published>2003-10-06T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:12:59.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to beclose to your special someone and feel warm,comfortable, and needed What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547117982994155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547117982994155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547117982994155' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547114372969977</id><published>2003-10-06T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:12:23.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goddess of the Night. Beautiful yet a strangedarkness and sadness lurk about you. What element would you rein over? (For Girls) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547114372969977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547114372969977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547114372969977' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547067349895188</id><published>2003-10-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:04:33.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nerdslut What's your sexual appeal? brought to you by QuizillaN I'm not getting any coz me not intelligent manz! Woohoo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547067349895188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547067349895188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547067349895188' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106547035589470501</id><published>2003-10-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T12:59:16.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>STAND UP: You are a natural stand-up comedian. Youwatch the news with people, and when you giveyour opinions, people start laughing. They arenot laughing at you, they are laughing becausewhat you say is so TRUE. The world is a veryfunny place, full of natural comedy. All you dois repeat various humorous things that younotice from everyday life. Your uniqueperspective on the world is what makes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547035589470501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106547035589470501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547035589470501' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106546985869531234</id><published>2003-10-06T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T12:50:58.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to get my mind off things so I took the ultimate personality tests a few times n i ended up as seer n protector only... hmmm someone try it out n c if thats the only 2 things they can say abt ppl!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106546985869531234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106546985869531234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546985869531234' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106546978705292907</id><published>2003-10-06T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T12:49:46.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protector The ULTIMATE personality test brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106546978705292907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106546978705292907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546978705292907' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106538984915353597</id><published>2003-10-05T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T14:37:28.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i cant twist the tap shut... i have a bitching session tomolo i dun wanna appear with puffy eyes....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106538984915353597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106538984915353597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538984915353597' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106538177948022944</id><published>2003-10-05T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T12:22:59.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>U might not know of the tears i shed. I will hide as much as I can. With trembling fingers i push those tendrils from my eyes. It is not all your fault, my barriers thick n unpredictable. I fear the way I feel. I'm sorry for what i did. I dont want to make the first move, maybe this is a test I'm trying to set to check my value...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106538177948022944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106538177948022944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106538177948022944' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106521497497118722</id><published>2003-10-03T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:02:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>your bitch. What swear word are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521497497118722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521497497118722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521497497118722' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106521495272155881</id><published>2003-10-03T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:02:32.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha. You're no serial killer. You would just beknown as the Big Bully. You tend to be ajoking, crazy type. The most you would do ishave a good time, pushing kids and smallerpeople around. You would be wanted because youwould be performing horrible stunts such asplaying tricks on a blind man or stealing acop's car. You would think all of that is funnyand entertaining. That would be the main </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521495272155881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521495272155881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521495272155881' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106521491932063687</id><published>2003-10-03T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:01:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... playfulness.Playfulness can often be mistaken for sluttiness orflirtiness... Flirting is something you enjoydoing, but you're mostly just about having fun.You're into partying, and it's seems thatpeople enjoy your company as much as you enjoytheir's. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521491932063687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521491932063687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521491932063687' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106521488483278007</id><published>2003-10-03T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:01:24.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aphrodite/Eros ?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ?? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521488483278007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521488483278007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521488483278007' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106521406297820901</id><published>2003-10-03T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T13:48:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Played by fate, destiny, wadever u call  it.Faded away and thrown together.We have nothing much in common.The creeping hands of the clock entwined around us.The ifs n hows a many.The distance of the world between us.The melody of the world in sync.And we sway in perfect harmony.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521406297820901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106521406297820901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521406297820901' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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-4150809.post-106512244845926124</id><published>2003-10-02T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T12:20:48.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love at First Sight by Wislawa Szymborska They both thought that a sudden feeling had united them This certainty is beautiful, Even more beautiful than uncertainty. They thought they didn't know each other, nothing had ever happened between them, These streets, these stairs, this corridors, Where they could have met so long ago? I would like to ask them, if they can remember - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106512244845926124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150809/posts/default/106512244845926124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://phamster.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106512244845926124' title=''/><author><name>Pamela</name><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>
