<?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-24438777</id><updated>2011-05-19T22:19:18.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love with a stripper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitecanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24438777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitecanvas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599983130919288007</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24438777.post-114291770942194078</id><published>2006-03-20T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:08:29.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>210306</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woke up feeling really lazy.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hmm..... its kinda weird. When i'm lazing around e house with no job &amp; income i'd go moaning like an insensible kid but once i land a job, i just get sick of gg to wrk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What e HELL is wrong with me?!!  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;do u guys behave tt way too or is it simply just "denisesia"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thk gdness i hav e TV with me otherwise i'd really hav no idea how to while this time away. I proclaim myself to be a 24/7 potato couch!! For e past few mth/wks, i've been gluing myself to e tv. So glad mommy subscribed for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*yesterday* Once again~ parents squabbledd... like wth?! Can't they just settle it amicably &amp; intellligently...  for God's sake, its driving me nuts. A little awkward though cus we had an extra audience with us @ e scene. (my uncle=mom's brother) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, they seldom spoke a word to each other. All they wld utter to each other was either a "eat already not"/"why so late"/"ewwyer.... so dirty! nv brush yr teeth before gg to bed".... gee, i think tt's abt all +/- e dialogues here &amp; there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, e min they open their mouths, it inevitably turns into a bicker~Confirm one! My ma wld, most of e time actually strt it or "delibrately provoke" it i wld say. ~hah... don know why~ &amp;amp;..... e most fustrating thing is e more u "shhh" her, e more she'll say. damnit! of course, dad's in e wrong. An extra-marital affair to begin with in e 1st place. I wld say fuck those guys with infidelity traits. Can't a man just commit to 1 woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I guess she really did marry down. Ma always says she's just a door mat to my pa. Haiz.... e initial period frm wife-discovers-affair to husband-&amp;-wife-settle-prob to trailing cum paranoid behavior til now, its been a rough ride through. She pays for most of e stuff ard e house. She says e men shld be e one payin, afterall they take home e bacon. women shld only be supplements. True what! otherwise e husband wld be deemed living off his wife unless he doesn't mind which i doubt so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;i think everyone can tell i bo chup liao. Whenever they quarrel i'll just turn a blind eye &amp; ear. Take yesterday for eg. Pa left home in a huff &amp;amp; i didn't even bother calling him to ask of his whereabouts or persuade him to come back. i wasn't e least bit worried when he didn't spend e night slping in e comfort of his own bed. i wonder if i've become unfeeling or jus immune to all this "family saga". i know everyone in e family doesn't say it but i can tell they mus be thinking, how can this girl be emotionless, no concern or anxiety. My sis cried e night while i slept like a dead log. i didn't even notice e sniffs til my maid told me. Poor girl, went to sch looking like she spent e nite watching korean tear-jerkers. Can't blame her for feeling all terrible &amp; not wanting to go to sch nor tuition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~God bless this  family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24438777-114291770942194078?l=whitecanvas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitecanvas.blogspot.com/feeds/114291770942194078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24438777&amp;postID=114291770942194078' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24438777/posts/default/114291770942194078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24438777/posts/default/114291770942194078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitecanvas.blogspot.com/2006/03/210306.html' title='210306'/><author><name>denise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12599983130919288007</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>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
