<?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-29693843</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:41:57.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>songs about jane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-445962236390256301</id><published>2007-01-29T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:36:59.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tension of the opposites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, I've bragged at how good this book is and for once, right at this moment, you'll know why i fell in love with it from the first time i saw the movie and read the book right after. All it took was five minutes of the movie to capture my heart. "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom is a story about a man having his very last thesis with his professor who was suffering from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis. The subject? The meaning of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WARNING!!! GRAB A HOLD OF YOUR TISSUE BOX NOW! (p/s make sure there IS tissues in it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Have i told you about the tension of the opposites?" he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The tension of the opposites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you're bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"A tension of the opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So which side wins, I ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Which side wins?"He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth."Love wins. Love always wins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-445962236390256301?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/445962236390256301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=445962236390256301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/445962236390256301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/445962236390256301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2007/01/tension-of-opposites.html' title='the tension of the opposites'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-8921433503424001626</id><published>2007-01-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:54:34.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>i seriously don't know what's going on. i'm hyper sensitive and my mood swings are far worse. it's so *blank?? i guess i could put it that way.. i'm trying to be cheerful and all that other crap but i'm just not doing so well as i thought. it's just shittified. oh and i miss my baby tarzan. out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-116231167529570056</id><published>2006-10-31T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T08:31:57.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>help stop child pornography!!!!</title><content type='html'>okay.listen up people.the thought of a child being abused for some super sick porno freak pisses the hell out of me.everyday one child is added on to the list of some idiotic child porno website.just imagine.the hurt.the never ending pain.childhood shouldn't be this sick and it shouldn't hurt to be a kid.they don't need the money. just light a candle and give them something to hold on to.spread the word.this website is aiming to reach a million candles to be lit.do your part.something so small makes a HUGE difference.please visit www.lightamillioncandles.com and light a candle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-116231167529570056?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/116231167529570056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=116231167529570056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/116231167529570056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/116231167529570056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/10/help-stop-child-pornography.html' title='help stop child 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and make music to my ear&lt;br /&gt;make me forget the whole meaning of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come o wave and catch my blowing kisses&lt;br /&gt;send them please to the one i hold dearest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come o wave for the last today&lt;br /&gt;come o wave take the pain away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-116176792423130230?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/116176792423130230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=116176792423130230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/116176792423130230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=116118134545343857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/116118134545343857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/116118134545343857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/10/check-it-out.html' title='check it out!'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115945496134677367</id><published>2006-09-28T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T02:41:46.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>entering the pck script writing contest</title><content type='html'>yes yes people.. you heard me.. i'm going to enter the pck script writing contest. hehe. don't even try to get my ideas out of me just yet. i think it's going to be good. i hope it is at least. got to let me juices flowing to put it out into words. lol. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115945496134677367?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115943610624687328</id><published>2006-09-28T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T02:50:12.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;yay! i'm 17!!! (as of 16 sept) man it was a blast! so try to imagine this : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;live band, great company and champagne!! how could i ask for more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just a little history lesson for all of you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all my birthdays were spend waking up at 12mn and cutting the same chocolate moose cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this year? it was WAY different. hehe. plus, i had my first experience of a guy old enough to date my mom asked me to dance. LMAO. honestly, it was a little scary especially because he was VERY persuasive. my mom had the worst actually. a part of me felt sorry but the truth was i sprained my ankle! so i'll just share some pics with you and really wish you had been there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ps. special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. mommy for being so great at keeping secrets and simply being my mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. aunty jeya &amp;amp; anand for such a blast &lt;em&gt;at&lt;/em&gt; the &lt;em&gt;Fluid Bar &lt;/em&gt;(yes, that includes the delicious cake!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. stacey for keeping me company and making me more tensed about the surprise(hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. the band for dedicating that wonderful song to me (brown eye girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115943610624687328?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115943610624687328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115943610624687328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115943610624687328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115943610624687328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-birthday-celebration_28.html' title='my birthday celebration'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115890758661342166</id><published>2006-09-21T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:46:26.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COL pics 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; me and ms farhana. i love her for helping me agt a 3 in my exams. she never gave up on me and she's more like a big sister rather than a teacher to me. she's warm, good hearted and always concerned for students like me! hahaha. oh and we recently found out she can sing! how's that for a surprise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; my girls. hungry, tired and anxiously waiting for food! sweet smiles, great company and love shopping. i just love them. period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and redz. he's got this funny look on his face when he's very tickled about something. it looks odd but it makes you want to laugh more. i guess he's one of the group of guys that are reponsible for making me laugh everyday no matter how stressful it is in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/me%20and%20mr%20elmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/me%20and%20mr%20elmi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and mr elmi. please believe me when i say he can be as crazy as any teenager out there! i think if there was anyone else that kept me going i camp besides idah, it would be him. frankly i could not sleep when i found out how fun he can actually be outside the school perimeter. hahaha. i just could not believe it. well, i guess idah and i were the lucky few that had a chance to see the other side of him. cheers to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115890758661342166?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115890758661342166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115890758661342166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115890758661342166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115890758661342166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/09/col-pics-3.html' title='COL pics 3'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115890540132926385</id><published>2006-09-21T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:52:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COL pics 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and khai. what can i say? he's a bundle of joy! he somehow has the talent of pulling off any joke there is possible. and did i say he's always accusing me of being drunk? well, yes he does! putting all that a side, he knows how to win a girl's heart. he just doesn't show that much. he's still the sweetest little thing anyways.. well, erm.... sweetest tall thing. *giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and amesh. he is THE defination of a sweetheart. very warm, filled with hugs and ALWAYS cracks me up! could a girl ask for more from this charming young man? i think NOT! i regret to say this, but he's up for grabs ladies.. *sobs* oh well, huggles for amesh anyways! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and venoth. hehehe. our darling treasurer for 2 or 3 years (i think). sweet guy and very accomadating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/me%20and%20shaikh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/me%20and%20shaikh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and shaikh. been friends since i was 10! hehe. time flies man.. *sigh i have a cofession to make. i'm ALWAYS underestimating him. he's thought me quite a bit. especially in terms of underestimating your friends. don't make the same mistakes i made. as far as i'm concerned, he's a charmer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115890540132926385?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115890540132926385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115890540132926385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115890540132926385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115890540132926385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/09/col-pics-2.html' title='COL pics 2'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115719813306420114</id><published>2006-09-02T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T05:01:49.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a few pics from COL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/IMAG0128.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/200/IMAG0128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and idah. when it comes to the 6 of us, i'm closest to her. she has stuck with me in so many awkward times in my life and knows the true me. i love you girl! *tight huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/IMAG0131.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/200/IMAG0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and naz. don't let her looks fool you. she's as crazy as anyone could ever be. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/IMAG0136.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/200/IMAG0136.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;my not-very-accurate-picture with Dinie. the truth is, i'm taller. (the truth didn't come from me!) well, that's what friends are for, making the other party happier for that one moment in time. it kinda felt good that i was 'shorter'. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/IMAG0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/IMAG0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/200/IMAG0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me and adrie. i never expected he'd have that sweet innocent smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;that's all for now. the comp is really being irritating. i promise there'll be more. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115719813306420114?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115719813306420114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115719813306420114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115719813306420114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115719813306420114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/09/few-pics-from-col.html' title='a few pics from COL'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115717301400656151</id><published>2006-09-01T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T02:44:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pics from sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Imag0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/Imag0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/06-08-06_1522.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/06-08-06_1522.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ladies on the tramp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/06-08-06_1619.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/06-08-06_1619.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; seeing double??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/06-08-06_1342.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/320/06-08-06_1342.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;under the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115717301400656151?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115717301400656151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115717301400656151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115717301400656151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115717301400656151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/09/pics-from-sentosa.html' title='pics from sentosa'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115617537795039380</id><published>2006-08-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:49:37.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcoming me back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hmmm..i haven't been around much these "few" weeks.to update all you fans of me..hehe.well, more like friends, i went to sentosa and took a few pictures of myself.please be patient cos i'm still figuring out how to post my pictures.lol.i can't remember how i did it the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, besides that, today i had my oral exam.i would say it was fairly easy.i don't know why i was so stressed before.i lied a little.lol.if it's for more points then why not right?*wink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i was also thinking alot about what to wear on wednesday for COL.i'm going shoe-shopping with mom tmr.really excited abt that too.oh and i have to say i LOVE the person who came up with &lt;em&gt;pedal works&lt;/em&gt;.thanks to him/her, girls like me can FINALLY fit into pretty shoes.it is afterall the most important part of dressing up. i mean i can have all the most wonderful looking dresses but if i don't have shoes to match it, then what's the use?so yeahi'm really happy i'm going tmr.also, i finish at 11.30am!nothing later than that.i know it's a difference of 2 hours but that just makes ALOT of difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'm so sorry there isn't much juicy things to blog abt.i just don't have the inspiration to do it today.sorry folks.it's a wrap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115617537795039380?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115617537795039380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115617537795039380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115617537795039380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115617537795039380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcoming-me-back.html' title='welcoming me back'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115460393620901337</id><published>2006-08-03T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T04:18:56.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>read me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;1. bite me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. friends don't let friends look at ugly people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. babelicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Babe I n Total Control of Herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. dare to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;well, that's all i can remember. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115460393620901337?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115460393620901337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115460393620901337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115460393620901337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115460393620901337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/08/read-me.html' title='read me!!!'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115460353420929605</id><published>2006-08-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T08:14:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the birds and the bees</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it was one of those days agian where i sat down and thought about things. today's topic? the birds and the bees. for those of you who are going "huh?", then it means &lt;strong&gt;SEX.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;today i read about at least three articles on prematital sex prevention. my only comment? where were you people like 2 or 3 decades ago?! this isn't new. i mean didn't they see the signs when girls were aborting like anything? now all of a sudden, they go cold turkey? that's just crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i had a talk with mom. yes, she's the best. for your information, she knew everyone of my crushes eversince i had one. oh and yes, i brought this topic up to her and asked how she felt if i had premarital sex. she shot me the same question. hmmm... i never thought of it that way, but since i was asked, i came to a conclution that i would actually leave the decision to my children. i would educate them and tell them all they want to know about it. and if their decision stands that they do want to then i'd tell them "honey, use a condom!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no sex in the house that is. lol. but that's besides the point. mom's point of view? to be very brief, just to make sure the relationship lasts.but definatly upsetting at first. that's "understandable" i mean after all, she &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115460353420929605?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115460353420929605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115460353420929605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115460353420929605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115460353420929605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/08/birds-and-bees.html' title='the birds and the bees'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115433777650191464</id><published>2006-07-31T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T08:50:43.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay, i'm starting to write again. i was so happy school ended early today. but i pretty much slacked at home. still deciding if i should go to the gym. haha. i'm figuring out a way to loose 2kg a week. i don't think that's impossible. i want to have a nice figure before COL. i'm such a vain pot! but oh well, that's what we girls do best anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my darling sathya called yesterday and i'm having free tuition with her every tuesdays, fridays and saturdays. *yay* that should stop me from slacking! thanks babe! i owe you! *gasp* that means i owe shy too! but oh well, she'll love my brownies on her birthday. that should do it i guess. i love you babe for helping me pass my comb. science in my 'n' levels! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, cheers to a new start and i'm hoping to keep up with this blog thing. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115433777650191464?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115433777650191464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115433777650191464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115433777650191464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115433777650191464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/07/fresh-start.html' title='fresh start'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29693843.post-115151286100827281</id><published>2006-06-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T02:24:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>testing 1ne, 2wo, thre3??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/1600/Mom%20favourite%20pic%20of%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4330/3170/400/Mom%20favourite%20pic%20of%20baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29693843-115151286100827281?l=autumn-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/115151286100827281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29693843&amp;postID=115151286100827281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115151286100827281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29693843/posts/default/115151286100827281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://autumn-jane.blogspot.com/2006/06/testing-1ne-2wo-thre3.html' title='testing 1ne, 2wo, thre3??'/><author><name>witheredpetals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02752694901473334757</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsvp0bIrJc/SnWSbla0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EiLSzWkzPO4/S220/meme.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
