<?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-10017857</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:52:31.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just RIGHT ON!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10017857.post-8678648574999266706</id><published>2010-11-21T11:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:21:39.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazed.</title><summary type='text'>Weird and afraid to ask why is this so.Scared i will get negative response.So bottle up my thoughts in the room.One word you might be captioned as STUPID.Why always give in?I need the answer.Any simple answer to live on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/8678648574999266706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10017857&amp;postID=8678648574999266706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/8678648574999266706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/8678648574999266706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/2010/11/dazed.html' title='Dazed.'/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10017857.post-2821275176352698463</id><published>2010-11-20T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T20:03:43.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really tired, restless to think of anything else.Why everyday is so hard to pass by?I just don't get what it means to live life to the fullest?I supposed mine isn't at all.I lead a carefree life, i go to work, knock off, dine home, or meet friends for dinner, leisure on weekends. Supposed this isn't hard to get by, but why i find it hard to pass the evening?I can hear voice roaring: You need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/2821275176352698463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10017857&amp;postID=2821275176352698463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/2821275176352698463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/2821275176352698463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-really-tired-restless-to-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10017857.post-5343586975644974520</id><published>2010-05-02T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T02:18:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why can't i be in my room on sat night? I can't even have my own personal time alone in my room as well?! Is there a rule for that?!Really, sometimes there's a hugh difference between me and my brother. If he came home late on sat night at 4-5am, my dad just asked a concern. But if i watched tv until 2am, he will send me back to room.Why is that so?!Tonight is also the same.There he is shaking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/5343586975644974520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10017857&amp;postID=5343586975644974520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/5343586975644974520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/5343586975644974520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-cant-i-be-in-my-room-on-sat-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10017857.post-3167524646733180641</id><published>2010-04-28T19:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:19:53.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused!</title><summary type='text'>Should i stay like this?Should i further my study?Studying part-time as most of my friends are?If i stay on like this, i won't get myself a man?If i don't have a degree, i will be outcast from the society?No higher salary means no savings, no cars, no roof?Earning less means outcast, in poverty, low-class society lifestyle, no friends?I am so so confused! June 30 is the deadline for CATS, and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/3167524646733180641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10017857&amp;postID=3167524646733180641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/3167524646733180641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/3167524646733180641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/2010/04/confused.html' title='Confused!'/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10017857.post-1633526728628351454</id><published>2009-12-06T16:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:20:08.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about my dad and POISON.</title><summary type='text'>Today i read a newspaper (Sunday 早报周刊 zbw) and came across this article on page 27 : 被保护管束的妻子。Allow me to summarize the article for you:In one of the broadcasting radio programmes, one audience called in in the theme of 'Stressful Love in Marriage (在婚姻中被爱得压力太大) and poured out her misery. Whenever she go or who she calling, she have to ask for permission and report to her husband in precise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/feeds/1633526728628351454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10017857&amp;postID=1633526728628351454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/1633526728628351454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10017857/posts/default/1633526728628351454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oops-excuseme.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-about-my-dad-and-poison.html' title='Thoughts about my dad and POISON.'/><author><name>Just RIGHT ON!</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
