<?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-30789712</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:31.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fcked Up Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789712.post-115422574253352423</id><published>2006-07-29T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T19:15:42.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see what we do&lt;br /&gt;I think like some can't&lt;br /&gt;That they don't seem to care&lt;br /&gt;If you're tiny as ants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't ugly&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;In your own special way&lt;br /&gt;So don't ever listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what the others have to say&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about them&lt;br /&gt;But I know about me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all she is, is pretty&lt;br /&gt;Looks aren't everything&lt;br /&gt;And that is a fact&lt;br /&gt;girls with only looks&lt;br /&gt;Will always finish last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure looks are nice&lt;br /&gt;They're all fine and dandy&lt;br /&gt;But if that's all you have&lt;br /&gt;You're only eye candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the back&lt;br /&gt;Who's teased of being fat&lt;br /&gt;Actually isn't, and that's fact&lt;br /&gt;They tease because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only see&lt;br /&gt;The girls who are&lt;br /&gt;Way too skinny&lt;br /&gt;They think any girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's more than skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;Does nothing more&lt;br /&gt;Than sit and eat at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not fret&lt;br /&gt;Don't change yourself&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a toy doll&lt;br /&gt;Who waits on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fix everything&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and see&lt;br /&gt;Your imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Make you perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shure others will agree&lt;br /&gt;I know us guys do this&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here to say&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry our stupidity,&lt;br /&gt;Makes you girls feel this way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789712-115422574253352423?l=straitjacket-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/115422574253352423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789712&amp;postID=115422574253352423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115422574253352423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115422574253352423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-see-what-we-do-i-think-like-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789712.post-115261747092463517</id><published>2006-07-11T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T04:31:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ATTENTION PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year's food carnival our team number will be 7. Don't complain 'cause I know that it sucks real bad too but we're all gonna suffer together. This year we'll be eating fruits, I volunteer for eating bananas. Lisa has volunteered to eat the apples and Derek has volunteered to eat the watermelon. We have to eat a total of 7 kinds of fruits, the last will be this salad that everyone has to eat together. Here's the event number and full list of contestants for JAWS team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apples/Lisa&lt;br /&gt;2. Bananas/Xavier&lt;br /&gt;3. Pears/Alex&lt;br /&gt;4. Watermelon/Derek&lt;br /&gt;5. Strawberries/Amy&lt;br /&gt;6. Oranges/Sean&lt;br /&gt;7. Tomatoes/Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;8. Salad/Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is unhappy with this arrangement or their own events please inform Alex or Bejamin. Last year we got 2nd, so this year we have to improve to get first. I trust our team can do it... If I'm not wrong, there are different number of fruits we have to eat according to our fruit. I heard that bananas will be about 8, but that's no challenge for me. The two reserves, Lance and Jason, must also report that day... Geez I am overeacting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789712-115261747092463517?l=straitjacket-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/115261747092463517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789712&amp;postID=115261747092463517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115261747092463517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115261747092463517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/2006/07/attention-people-for-this-years-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789712.post-115228308997500712</id><published>2006-07-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:27:30.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blog template and tagboard, lost most of the links. Sorry people, but if you want me to link you again you gotta tell me your url 'cause my comp totally screwed. Suffering from intense muscles aches all over my body. Training was H-E-L-L ystday! We had to run around the court fifteen times after training, it's after mind you. Jake's holding a party this Friday night, being the anti-social I am on daily basis, I have decided to give it a miss. Sure... Everyone's gonna be really mad at me 'cause it's our team party but, since when do we actually care? School was as boring as the term boring itself is. Mrs Brooke was being a bitch again, picking on Lance and me. It's not like we were trying to screw the class, well, maybe not entirely. I'm sick of having to go to school every single day... Why not let's all go on strike? Wouldn't it be AWESOME? And I mean REALLY awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;more and more often lately. Can't seem to get it out of my head... It's like an old video that keeps replaying over and over again. She doesn't even know how much I like her. It's not like it matters anyway, she likes someone else. It's too late for me to even say anything, it's totally pointless. After 5 minutes of waking up, I'm already thinking about her. I can't imagine how much time I wasted thinking about these stupid things that will never happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789712-115228308997500712?l=straitjacket-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/115228308997500712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789712&amp;postID=115228308997500712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228308997500712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228308997500712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/2006/07/changed-blog-template-and-tagboard.html' title=''/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789712.post-115228592648272113</id><published>2006-06-14T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:25:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's my monthly post, I hate life. I ate 10 banans today! But that's not my record, it's 15 banans per day. Bananas give you ENERGY! I have been trying this gain weight programme, which happens to be failing really badly. According to Millie, fats are sexy. I don't know what is what her addiction to the word sexy, it's like she's posessed. Imagine, I am 177cm and I am only 65kg. Is that good or bad? Even Amy is fatter than me although she's a little shorter than me. And she's a girl! Get the picture? I'm known as the skinny freak in the team. Freshman year in high school sucks big time, the seniors are kicking us around like crap. We're only 14, get a grip. We're not as old and saggy as you losers, and will never be.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to &lt;strong&gt;her &lt;/strong&gt;again today, seems like her life's bleak and bad too. Her training has been slacking alot this month... I demand a change in coach! The coach hates my guts and thinks I'm gay, see why I hate him now? I wanted to go ask her to my band's concert but that's quite impossible 'cause she lives so far away... Her parents would never allow it. Her birthday passed some days back, I wanted to send her a package but she insisted that I have to give it to her personally. We hardly even have the chance to meet or talk, what's more give it to her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789712-115228592648272113?l=straitjacket-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/115228592648272113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789712&amp;postID=115228592648272113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228592648272113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228592648272113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/2006/06/heres-my-monthly-post-i-hate-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30789712.post-115228656084229927</id><published>2006-04-29T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T08:36:00.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alex, Lance and I went for a jog in the park today, the weather was superb. In the end, we jogged for about 2km before we went to Lance's parent's diner five blocks down. His parents own this Chinese restaurant which has delicious food, seats are pretty hard to get without reservations. His parents refused to charge us again saying that it was okay and that we should come more often. She also thinks that 'any kids that can get our kid up and moving can't be that bad'. We then went to trash Alex's house, his parents were not in as usual, we all decided to stay over, so I'm typing from his comp now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't hang on much longer without collasping from intense exhaustion. I have to use my remaining energy on our history project, I can't believe I take history, it's one of the most boring subjects ever to walk this Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30789712-115228656084229927?l=straitjacket-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/feeds/115228656084229927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30789712&amp;postID=115228656084229927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228656084229927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30789712/posts/default/115228656084229927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://straitjacket-.blogspot.com/2006/04/alex-lance-and-i-went-for-jog-in-park.html' title=''/><author><name>Mill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10559493721425193119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
