<?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-14750875</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:39:32.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>assorted unadulterated, unscrambled ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-115704281685583813</id><published>2006-08-31T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:46:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take it all back. he's quite amazing, and the sweetest boyfriend &lt;b&gt;ever.&lt;/b&gt; he does me a lot of good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-115704281685583813?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115704281685583813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=115704281685583813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115704281685583813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115704281685583813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-take-it-all-back_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-115704281118566314</id><published>2006-08-31T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:46:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i take it all back. he's quite amazing, and the sweetest boyfriend &lt;b&gt;ever.&lt;/b&gt; he does me a lot of good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-115704281118566314?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115704281118566314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=115704281118566314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115704281118566314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115704281118566314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-take-it-all-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-115583245521154580</id><published>2006-08-17T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:34:15.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay, dont read this.</title><content type='html'>shit. i dont think i can do this anymore. i feel so claustrophobic and...worst of all..i dont think i like him that much. i used to think i did. but maybe it was just for the thrill of the chase. he's a wonderful, sweet, caring guy and will do me a lot of good. but i'm not feeling the way i'm supposed to be, and everything is in turmoil. theres too much attention, too much drama, too much stress and too little love for this to work. this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-115583245521154580?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/115583245521154580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=115583245521154580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115583245521154580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/115583245521154580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2006/08/okay-dont-read-this.html' title='okay, dont read this.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-114777674651143120</id><published>2006-05-16T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:52:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i didnt forget about this blog. i swear.</title><content type='html'>it seems the only time i blog anymore is when someone comments about how long its been since my last post. this time it was peck yi, not kat. hahah..thanks babe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty- this weekend was prom weekend, and i had a smashing time. went for dinner at this uber-expensive restaurant, which lasted about two hours, and then danced for about three. went to an afterparty, but i DIDNT get totally trashed as planned. chilled, relaxed, and went home at about three. not much scandal happened, but i still had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have two more weeks of school, before EXAMS and SUMMER!!!!!! im so excited to go back to the states, ive been dreaming about this for, oh, only THREE years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out like a candle in the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-114777674651143120?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114777674651143120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=114777674651143120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/114777674651143120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/114777674651143120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-didnt-forget-about-this-blog-i-swear.html' title='i didnt forget about this blog. i swear.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-114519664977028565</id><published>2006-04-16T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:10:49.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVAL! this blog is officially ressurected.</title><content type='html'>partly because katrina remarked that the last post on this blog was ominous and depressing, and partly because i need a medium to hone my writing skills, if i plan to make a career out of this. so HELLO AGAIN, blogger, in addition to myspace and gmail and trent.blogspot.com...i have a new way to waste my time, and not do homework! YES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was a rollercoaster of emotions, for me at least. i was happy with the times i swam at the ASEAN cup swim meet, but disappointed with my rankings. i kept missing medals by a split second, SHITDAMNFUCK &lt;-- that was my basic reaction, each time. why is my luck so bad? because the way i see it, when it comes down to first, second, third and fourth all having the same numerical time (not including decimal places), then its ALL about luck and less about skill. hypothetically, my awesome freestyle skillz arent going to help my fingers inch ahead of yours too much in the last second of the race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is the much-discussed dance at the end of the night, where, to recapitulate, mansheng and kenneth jumped on the stage and stole the limelight from us, who had been spending hours working on the dance after training and such. jerks. i dont get how people can be that insensitive- it didnt help that everyone talked about how funny they were (oh yes, homosexual grinding. entertaining!) and that the photographer only took pictures of them. everyone was so disappointed, and i felt awful. alright, at least we got our revenge by our mock-toast, and threw water at them. mansheng or kenneth, if you read this, (if you can even read) i think you owe us a damn apology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, enough ranting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow, and i still need to read 30 pages or so of art history, two chapters on Roosevelt's foreign policy for AP US, and write my student council speech. HELLO 4 hours of sleep again! it felt amazing to have up to 8 hours this weekend, i actually could function like a normal person again. oh well. i seriously live for the weekends now. not to party, but to SLEEP! mmm, i &lt;del&gt;love&lt;/del&gt;hate junior year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok im soo obsessed with &lt;pic&gt;http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/03/24/southpark_narrowweb__300x550,0.jpg&lt;/pic&gt; &lt;br /&gt;these days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-114519664977028565?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/114519664977028565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=114519664977028565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/114519664977028565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/114519664977028565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2006/04/revival-this-blog-is-officially.html' title='REVIVAL! this blog is officially ressurected.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113436163459859187</id><published>2005-12-11T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:27:14.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is falling apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113436163459859187?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113436163459859187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113436163459859187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113436163459859187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113436163459859187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life-is-falling-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113348439325842373</id><published>2005-12-01T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:46:33.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i need to read this when i get home http://www.blender.com/guide/articles.aspx?id=1811&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FRIDAY! im so excited to actually sleep for 8 hours in a row. isnt it sad that this is what my life has been reduced to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113348439325842373?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113348439325842373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113348439325842373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113348439325842373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113348439325842373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-need-to-read-this-when-i-get-home_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113163038151468649</id><published>2005-11-10T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:46:21.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake out the taciturn</title><content type='html'>GOT A MYSPACE! &lt;br /&gt;haha, i held out as long as i could. add me biatches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/killculture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113163038151468649?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113163038151468649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113163038151468649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113163038151468649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113163038151468649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/shake-out-taciturn.html' title='shake out the taciturn'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113152306732901589</id><published>2005-11-08T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T23:57:47.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how i feel right now --&gt; :D</title><content type='html'>WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;guess WHAT guys?!~~@# TODAY i went for training and i had sooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo much fun! omgsh i just want to jump back in the pool right now and swim some more. i wish i could swim every single moment of my life and that does include eating and swimming and shitting. oh man oh man i just wish i was a FISH then i could swim all day and never have to do anything boring like watching tv! I LOVE SWIMMING SO MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha kat. i did it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113152306732901589?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113152306732901589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113152306732901589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113152306732901589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113152306732901589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-how-i-feel-right-now-d.html' title='this is how i feel right now --&gt; :D'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113119518159383011</id><published>2005-11-05T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T04:53:01.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sooo...apparently a whole bunch of swimmers have gotten punished for publishing rants against the coaches (or more specifically, a certain "bl"-- i would like to know how the true identity of bl was found out...who was the TRAITOR), and threatened with suspension from the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really pisses me off, because people seem to be forgetting that the very purpose of blogs are supposed to be a way of broadcasting your own unsensored opinions. the positive effect of blogs can be seen through numerous political blogs that raise public consciousness on issues that normal newspapers are too scared to touch upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can the club regulate something so obviously out of its jurisdiction? the school could never expel me on the grounds that i wrote about a teacher in this blog...and the same concept applies to swimming. of course, i dont think you should be slandering a coach's name out of malice by writing LIES about them (which would constitute as malice), but there is a differece between making up stories and simply stating your own OPINION. and this is a really good stress reliever, yes? its not like whats being published is any different from what is said in the locker rooms anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bigger problem here is the lack of respect for this coach. on other teams ive been on, swimmers frequently bitch about the coach, labelling him a "sadist" or "asshole", but they still respect and listen to him. this particular coach, i feel, has lost respect from the swimmers due to his condescending attitude to us...if he doesnt respect us, then obviously we wont respect him! the whole, "I AM YOUR COACH AND HAVE SUPREME AUTHORITY, YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME!!!!" attitude is not only immature, but very old school. sometimes i kindoff feel bad because i know he's trying really hard to be a good coach..but then i hear some of the inappropriate remarks he makes to swimmers..and all sympathy goes "wooosh" away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i will very likely get into trouble for posting this..especially since everyone else has been scared into deleting their old posts. but i firmly believe that i have the right to state my own opinion on MY blog, and if you dont like it, DONT READ IT. its so obviously, really. &lt;br /&gt;thats it for tonight folks.&lt;br /&gt;Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113119518159383011?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113119518159383011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113119518159383011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113119518159383011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113119518159383011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/11/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-113035961572478462</id><published>2005-10-26T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T13:46:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>oh shit, i forgot this even existed. &lt;br /&gt;anyways i know since there are like, millions of people waiting anxiously for my next post here it is. &lt;br /&gt;the time is currently 4 42 in the am and i definately have the strangest sleep patterns . i normally sleep around 6 hours a day, but broken up, and ill sleep at like 9, wake up at 1, go to sleep again at 4. wtf. and i wake up with horrible cramps every night and i lie in bed and i just want to die. &lt;/emo kid rant&gt; my body is going psycho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim season started. no surprises there. i guess im one of the faster swimmers, but theres definately testosterone being fed into the water,because everyone is neo-aggressive and they go all out for everything (!!!) while my azn-ness keeps me modest and non competitive. just kidding. im just a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop apologizing but...im so sorry this blog is SO FUGLY. one of these weekends ill sit infront of my computer and pimp up this blog and my myspace. lol rachel, i KNOW my tagboard is randomly in the middle of the page. i wish i wasnt so computer illiterate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats not happening this weekend though, because of im going to be partyyyyying. any ideas for halloween costumes, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-113035961572478462?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/113035961572478462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=113035961572478462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113035961572478462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/113035961572478462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-112882866559567736</id><published>2005-10-08T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:31:05.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...one month later and my blog is dead...and still no pictures. im sorry guys! school has been incredibly hectic, but im having a lot of fun. IM GOING TO SPAIN in january...shit, im so excited. voy a encontrarme con muchos chicos calientes and comprar muchas ropas de ZARA! speaking of shopping, den and i went on a major shopping spree yesterday and spent embarrassing amounts of money. i think my total damange was around 150 dollars, and hers was 200, but she bought a present for someone. i got a pearl necklace from hula &amp; co, red shoes from x:odus, a gorgeous purple and gold sequinned top from zara, blue sweatpants and cute underwear from topshop, and a white hoodie for school from forever 21. ugh the forever 21 here is so trashy and overpriced. i remember in the states its like this cheapo bargain place with cute, but low quality stuff,but here..its still bad quality but twice the price. ew! i have to say, topshop is definately my favorite store here, but its grossly overpriced too. &lt;br /&gt;time to go to cirque du soleil now! thank god jaan hasnt found my blog yet. that would be tres embarrassing! later,&lt;br /&gt;Michizzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112882866559567736?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112882866559567736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112882866559567736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112882866559567736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112882866559567736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-112737984819974307</id><published>2005-09-22T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:04:08.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah-yuh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school this weekend. its party time! im so busy this weekend, but now in a totally good way. pictures, pictures, i PROMISE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile tell me a good band i should listen to. im sick of my music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112737984819974307?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112737984819974307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112737984819974307' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112737984819974307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112737984819974307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/09/yeah-yuh-no-school-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112678992906578099</id><published>2005-09-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:12:09.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><content type='html'>one of these days i'll fix the template of my blog so its not so fugly, yeah, right after i acheive world peace and feed the starving children in africa. but seriously though, the things i want to accomplish this year are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;improve swimming times &lt;br /&gt;get to know all my college options&lt;br /&gt;lose weight&lt;br /&gt;figure out how to go partying without having to sneak out all the time &lt;br /&gt;get rich &lt;br /&gt;or die trying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok no more 50 cent references, i promise. &lt;br /&gt;i hope this weekend is a good one. i need the time off. the world was spinning after i slept for only 2 hours last night. holy moly! as javier would say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112678992906578099?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112678992906578099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112678992906578099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112678992906578099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112678992906578099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/09/none.html' title='none'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112636854711233972</id><published>2005-09-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T09:09:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>down down WAHWAHWAH sugar we're going down swinging...</title><content type='html'>does ANYONE know how the chorus goes for that annoying, overplayed fall out boy song that goes like "waahawaah *garbled voice* sugar we're goin down swinging?" &lt;br /&gt;i hate how i always get lyrics of songs so mixed up...and then get so embarrassed when im belting out completely off and everyone laughs at silly michelle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something pretty intense happened tonight, but im forbidden from talking about it. but you guys who were with me know what im talking about. ugh, trust me, i hate cryptic blog messages as much as anyone else. so i wont be too "OMG YOU KNOW WHAT WAS SO CRAZY AND YOU KNOW WHO DID YOU KNOW WHAT YOU KNOW WHERE LOL!!!!" but...definately what cheered me up was making fun of loser leonard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog needs to stop being deaddddd! im going to develop pictures from tokyo and post them, so everyone can just keep checking back until then XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112636854711233972?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112636854711233972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112636854711233972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112636854711233972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112636854711233972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/09/down-down-wahwahwah-sugar-were-going.html' title='down down WAHWAHWAH sugar we&apos;re going down swinging...'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112609734082781412</id><published>2005-09-07T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:49:00.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your mom.</title><content type='html'>this blog needs a serious facelift. &lt;br /&gt;i need a serious facelift. &lt;br /&gt;YOUR MOM needs a serious facelift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided i really like my new school. its big enough so that you could get lost in the crowd, but small enough so that you dont really. people are generally nice, and so much less pretentious! no silly little facades here..or if there are, i cant see them yet. &lt;br /&gt;i feel a little foolish for dropping AP chem but other than that, the classes are going great. my swimming is also getting a lot better and....&lt;br /&gt;ok no matter how much i tell myself that life in singapore kicks life in japan's ass a thousand times over, i still miss tokyo incredibly. the food, the people, the comfort nest of school...the crazy street fashion, the hipster music, the awesome bands, the late night concerts and sneaking out and clubbing, the independence, the static anonymity. &lt;br /&gt;i'd jet set back to tokyo in a heartbeat, baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love with a boy i only talk to online. &lt;br /&gt;thank you ladies and gentlemen, good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112609734082781412?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112609734082781412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112609734082781412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112609734082781412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112609734082781412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-mom.html' title='your mom.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-112550572006478492</id><published>2005-08-31T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:28:40.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>caring is creepy</title><content type='html'>im sick and tired of being sick and tired. &lt;br /&gt;ive been so sleep deprived lately that i feel asleep during a conversation. and on the bus. and in the car. and during swimming. it might just be that michelle has a mild case of narcolepsy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling pretty deficient ever since i dropped out of AP chem. like the retard in the "all hail the retard!" joke. maybe i should just play it safe and go to an obscure liberal arts school. and then be fucked over for the rest of my life. if this is reality, gimme fiction anytime. i wish i could stay in high school foreverrrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah anyways, i have a swim meet this weekend, friday, saturday AND sunday! swimming is probably the biggest time eater sport in the world. ok, im going to get picture developed and ill post them next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i heard about this girl in my school today who lives in 100 dollars a month because her parents want her to "learn to budget". so thats basically like...$3.30 a day. so she eats 70C sandwiches and deliberates whether or not to pay 10 cents for a photocopy. and i thought going to singapore american school would mean upper class opulence! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it folks. thank you and good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112550572006478492?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112550572006478492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112550572006478492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/08/caring-is-creepy.html' title='caring is creepy'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112477322696912175</id><published>2005-08-22T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T22:00:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>120 W. 125'ST</title><content type='html'>for anyone with spare time and eager eyes, i highly recommend "a parisian affair and other stories" by guy du marssaupant. knowing me, ive probably mangled his name, but if you bother to look it up, i swear its worth it. &lt;br /&gt;all the stories are so sad they make me want to kill myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, its so funny when people say stuff like that. could a movie or a book ever really move you so much that youd inflict grave harm on yourself? what would the POINT of doing that be? "ohhh "requiem for a dream" is so devastating, let me go swallow some cyanide"-?!!! wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay anyways, its been the first hectic week of school full of -whoshouldisitwithwhatshouldiwearwhereismynextclasswhatwasthehomeworkagaindidirememberlunchmoneymmmthatguyishotwhatwasthatgirlsnameagainohmygodishouldstartmyhomeworkthissummerwentbysofasthimynameismichellewhatsyoursareyouthenewkidherewhatsyournumberwhatdidyoudothisweekend---which explains why i havent posted in so long. sorry kids, i promise ill be more regular once my computer comes from tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;speaking of tokyo--my missing that country has manifested itself in weird ways. instead of missing the streets of harajuku and shibuya, the crazy fashion, the awesome music....i miss the sushi. i didnt even like sushi that much! i dont even like sashimi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok math test next. im sorry for not writing you tiffany, i honestly had like 10 minutes of computer time this week. (compared to the 10000 i used to have during the summer! omg i miss my fluxblog/pitchfork/stereogum/pinkisthenewblog/newgrounds/gmail SO EFFIN MUCH!) instead, you'll just have to make do with this shoutout! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love yall. &lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112477322696912175?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112477322696912175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112477322696912175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/08/120-w-125st.html' title='120 W. 125&apos;ST'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112308788135730027</id><published>2005-08-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T10:12:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know we're cool.</title><content type='html'>hello , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WROTE THIS SHIT CUZ I  WUZ BORED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Their eyes met like blushing pilgrims; a momentary flicker. It was love when he hummed "Caring is Creepy", her favorite song. If only a sudden jolt sent her into his arms. Instead, their gaze met again--only to be broken by a smelly man, whose corpulent mass was an opaque blockade. A million possibilities were a blur through the window. Then the MRT doors slid open, and she watched him walk away, fully aware that they would never meet twice. It is perfectly possible for strangers to fall completely in and out of love in 90 seconds. (and 100 words!) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh mama, does anyone else think the guy in gwen stefani's video "cool" is smokin'? he's almost as hot as gael garcia bernal. my friend cinthia, a brazilian, says latino guys are the hottesti nthe world, and after seeing this fine  specimen, i might have to agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the link to see a pic: http://littlebitdifferent.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=240&amp;pos=26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gwen looks really good too. i think it must be the fatigue that is making me sound like celebrity obsessed trent on pinkisthenewblog.com. that site should also be called michellesnewestobsession.com i check it like, twice a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched darkness falls, the movie, today. it was SHIT. dont even bother  spending your time watching it. dont even bother to LOOK at the cover of the dvd of it., thats how bad it was. there were a million plot loopholes that made it resemble more a flyswatter than a movie. my sister and brother were screaming at the sheer stupidity of the main characters. plus, the "ghost" didnt look scary at all. i mean come ON, a disfigured face behind a porcelein mask? we've all seen that one before. its called...the phantom of the opera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112308788135730027?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112308788135730027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112308788135730027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112308788135730027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112308788135730027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-were-cool.html' title='i know we&apos;re cool.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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-14750875.post-112286302263582837</id><published>2005-07-31T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T01:13:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love division</title><content type='html'>last night was more awesome than i expected. crazy when the kids grow up, and you can watch through half bemused eyes at their cunning ways. &lt;br /&gt;-ben goh that was so delightfuly cruel! &lt;br /&gt;ate a ton, wished there was a vomitorium to upchuck and eat some more. people with eating disorders never cease to confound me. how can you just...NOT..eat. food, sleep and eyeliner are the biggest necessities of my life. god, i sound so vapid. &lt;br /&gt;i refused to play bball because of my lack of any mAd b-bAlLing SkilLZ whatsoever, and instead hid in the "bathroom" with "constipation", and having a little tete-a-tete with she-who-shall-not-be-named. &lt;br /&gt;-oh my god i cant stop thinking about harry potter. no, im not another annoying fangirl, but this book was by the far the best of the lot. if they make it into a movie i will scream like a little girl during the cave scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting today, ihave 15 more days until school starts. have i told you im going to be super nerd for the rest of the school year? no kidding. NOT impossible. it doesnt matter that last year my schedule was basically: homework on the bus, going home to talk on msn while scribbling a sentence every 15 minutes and sleeping at 1 am; :: if i say i can turn my life around, i can, damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now that my grandfather as stopped talking in complete sentences and goes around touching objects and making "hoo hoo" sounds instead...i think i better try to figure out what he means by pulling on the door handle and hoo-hoo-ing my shoulder. so cryptic! looks like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA i thought this was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soup Blurbs (taken from mcsweeneys.com) &lt;br /&gt;Sirloin Burger and Country Vegetable from Safeway Select is a lavish meditation and a contrast in soups. At one point, bold and filling; at others, light and airy. You must eat this soup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This year's breakout soup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It leaves its eaters a little fuller and, somehow, a little wiser."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soup will not only be placed in your cupboard but also next to your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For a young soup, it has an eerie maturity. When I ate it, I felt like the soup was courting me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kind of soup that makes you laugh, and then weep into the bowl when it's done. At times you'll be doing both, which, come to think of it, is kind of the point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soup swirls in your mouth deliriously, tumbling down like gifts of gravity tow&lt;br /&gt;ard your stomach, leaving your mouth heartbroken for the memory of lost love. A Proustian soup if ever there was one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how else to say it. This soup was born to be a soup."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112286302263582837?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112286302263582837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112286302263582837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-division_31.html' title='love division'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112248497719868401</id><published>2005-07-27T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:22:57.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things i was thinking at 1 in the morning.</title><content type='html'>i told my maid i was going to try to lose 3 kilo, and now everytime she sees me even EYEING fattening food, she either reminds me of my prestated declaration, or gives me "the look". ugh, amazing how much the combination of the direction of someones eyeballs and a greasy chicken wing in your hand can make you feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1 am and my sister is still reading the new harry p. i take that as a good sign, since the last one, i thought, was rambling, self indulgent, and unfocused. TOO BAD SOMEONE DIES IN THIS ONE. TOO BAD SOME MEAN PERSON ALREADY TOLD ME WHO IT IS. i fucking hate spoilers (obscenities count: II)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa nelly, ithink im getting a little too obsessed with this blogger thing. i found out a lot of random people stop by my site everyday, but dont leave comments on my tagboard, meaning that, even through all my wiles and guiles, i can never find out who these anonymous onlookers are. ARGH that drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...rock star INXS. does anyone even care? i think this show really pushes the barrier....into REALLY HORRIBLE STINKY TELEVISION! rockstars arent made from reality tv, theyre made from their music and its originality; their reputation built over the years; connection to fans..the list goes on, but does not include- wearing leather pants and prancing around a stage to impress judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily we still have bands like this: to keep rock alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://i.cnn.net/v5cache/THEWB/Images/Dynamic/i55/Music-Shins-artist2_1x1_180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are called The Shins. Yessss. i'm also starting to like &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://wmg.jp/artist/mychemicalromance/images/mid/WA_327222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my chemical romance) a bit nowadays, although thats kinda weird, because i always thought they were pretty mediocre last year. but the lead singer is soso cute, and that can always sway my heart, y'knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, ive been blogging so frequently these days. maybe i should cut back. meh. probably impossible. my sister is giggling in a corner to herself now! maybe i should go check out what this hype is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112248497719868401?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/feeds/112248497719868401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14750875&amp;postID=112248497719868401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112248497719868401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112248497719868401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-i-was-thinking-at-1-in-morning.html' title='things i was thinking at 1 in the morning.'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112229556548630702</id><published>2005-07-25T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T05:49:00.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"to make a long story short..."</title><content type='html'>So i for one am SO sick of these stupid little euphamisms that have invaded the english language and rooted themselves in common speech. for example, when i was complaining about how a lot of the races in Singapore are pretty racist subconsciously...someone commented "well we're all part of the same race...the human race." a spinoff of that commonly heard phrase is also: "we're all citizens of the world." so to protest against these sickeningly overused 'catchphrases", i present to you.... &lt;b&gt;the most cliched phrases of the english language&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. &lt;br /&gt;2. beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (youre ugly. just face it.)&lt;br /&gt;3. alls well that ends well.&lt;br /&gt;4. when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. &lt;br /&gt;5. its raining cats and dogs&lt;br /&gt;6. to have your cake and eat it  (or something like that. i never got  this one...why wouldnt you eat your cake if you had it?!) &lt;br /&gt;7. to cry over spilt milk &lt;br /&gt;8. time flies when youre having fun&lt;br /&gt;9. time heals all wounds &lt;br /&gt;10. (and of couse..) to make a long story short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets all unite! together we can get rid of this jargon. make it kick the bucket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anyone have other phrases i might have missed? feel free to add to this list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112229556548630702?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112229556548630702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112229556548630702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-make-long-story-short.html' title='&quot;to make a long story short...&quot;'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14750875.post-112213327084323076</id><published>2005-07-23T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:42:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>better blogspot than myspace, i say!</title><content type='html'>I've (finally) left the 'azn pryde' joke that xanga has become and joined the less popular, but cool nonetheless blogger.com! if blogs were high school cliques, i'd say that xanga would be the group of asians who stand in a circle and gossip in their native tongues and never talk to anyone else; livejournal/greatestjournal would be the "cool" scenesters who think theyre the shit (oh shoot, ive already sworn. i was trying so hard not to, at least for the first post!); myspace would be the popular kids, and blogger would be the mass mediocrity, wuth a few cool kids and a few losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone with skillz want to help me design a template? i dont need anything fancy...but lichtenstein-esque pop art pictures would be nice. for your time, i'll think of some some fancy reward in exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone in singapore should really check out the singapore arts museum down by bras basah road. i went on a weekday, and the galleries were completely deserted, which is quite nice in a spooky way. there was this one, ginormous abstract painting in particular that i cant stop thinking about..it was painted as if the artist was lying on the ground, and you could see blurred images of businessmen (and a certain curvaceous woman in a red dress) walking across, with ominous grey-scaled buildings behind them. and on the sidewalk there was a carcass of a cat, below it was written: "while the men carried their dead in stretchers, they left on the sidewalk a dead cat. and if they would bury it, they would do so because it stank, not because it had a soul".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i think a bug just flew into my ear. better go dig it out. my body is becoming a burial ground for insects i tell you...during swimming today im pretty sure i swallowed half a dozen that were floating around the middle of pool. grossssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14750875-112213327084323076?l=acalltoapathy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112213327084323076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14750875/posts/default/112213327084323076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acalltoapathy.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-blogspot-than-myspace-i-say.html' title='better blogspot than myspace, i say!'/><author><name>Michizzle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12362102094712433777</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></entry></feed>
