<?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-17618631</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:41:46.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S M U D G E</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog of a girl who can't keep a long-lasting diary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgebox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgebox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809057738718730595</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-17618631.post-112878994126400027</id><published>2005-10-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:41:23.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Visit this site: &lt;a href="http://aneesah.pixelled.com"&gt;Aneesah's Hideaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ponder on: &lt;/span&gt;My &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com"&gt;Bloginality&lt;/a&gt; is &lt;a href="http://bloginality.love-productions.com/istp.php"&gt;ISTP&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Alert: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Crushes on the loose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 am and went back to sleep because I know classes would start on nine (I should be at school then) and I'd wake up at eight. And besides, my father was awake then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? I woke up at 9:10 and freaked out. I should be in school by then. I stood up and saw my dad on the couch, watching TV. I rushed to the bathroom and quickly took a bath. I dressed up quickly and was really stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic added to my stress. It was a long way to school and there was traffic. I just calmed myself with some &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com"&gt;Disney&lt;/a&gt; Classic songs. &lt;em&gt;Got a whale of a tale to tell ya lads, a whale of a tale or two...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at school, the usual parked cars weren't there. So I was feeling a bit scared. I entered the school and was greeted by chattering moms on the waiting benches. I knew some of them were looking at me and probably thinking, "Who is that? &lt;em&gt;Ay, ang late na niya!&lt;/em&gt;" I just ignored them and walked on. I passed the quadrangle and noticed the flag ceremony was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I went in building 7 and carried my bag up the steps. I waited for a while outside the door, hearing my teacher in Math's percent teachings. I was too cowardly to knock on the door and enter without a squirm-y look on my face. So I waited until my MSEP teacher came and said, "&lt;em&gt;O, Michelle andyan ka pa? &lt;/em&gt;Why don't you go in already?" She knocked on the door and let me in. Yay, plus points for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class reacted...okay-ly. They just smiled and looked at me with looks that said "Why are you late?" all over them. I just sat and melted in my seat, listening to percent stuff. Sheepish one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Hector wouldn't say his crush! EEEP. Come on! I'm the Force so I'll know...maybe. Well, some clues he's given me are confusing, maybe they're red herrings. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eep, there is a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;crush alert &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in the classroom! Too many crush issues, crush blahdiblah, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17618631-112878994126400027?l=smudgebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smudgebox.blogspot.com/feeds/112878994126400027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17618631&amp;postID=112878994126400027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618631/posts/default/112878994126400027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17618631/posts/default/112878994126400027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smudgebox.blogspot.com/2005/10/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>mitch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16809057738718730595</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></feed>
