<?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-31870169</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:36:51.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies and Ice Cream</title><subtitle type='html'>RULES
1. We shall remain anonymous in every post. Everything is written by Felisa and Renee but there should be no telling who wrote what. Sometimes, it would be pretty clear who's talking because the girls will be talking about their experiences... but they should still not confirm their identity

2. The Felinee girls should write something in the blog once a week.

...more to come later...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-116873809120480631</id><published>2007-01-13T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:28:11.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptation Island</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting in English class a few minutes before class and looking at something (I can't remember what) when I overheard the guys talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are hilarious so I braced myself for a loud laugh. I was so distracted with what I was looking at (still can't remember what it was) so I ended up not hearing much but right before the bell rang, I heard one of them go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other day, I was just driving down (name of street here) at night and the light turned red so I was just sitting there... and the next thing I knew, there was this girl who was trying to get in my car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped looking at what I was looking at and I can imagine that my ears twitched. (Name of street here) is infamous for its prostitutes. Dirty transactions. I almost asked, "So, what did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was silently hoping that that guy did not have STD by then. I mean, he's such a good guy and he's smart and funny. He's pretty cute, too. Now, don't get me wrong. I don't like him.... I like his friend more :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys were just chuckling. Then the bell rang. I wanted to be like "Nooooo!" because I wanted to hear the rest of his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what happened?" asked one of the guys. I secretly thanked him (I did a lot of things secretly that day).&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, nothing," said the guy who was telling the story, "C'mon now, dude. Did you really expect me to take up her offer? That's gross. I don't even care if she was cheap, that's just nasty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLESS HIM! In the face of temptation, he did not give in. I wish there were more guys like him. Unfortunately, some guys like quick fixes. I hope the guy for me someday won't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Felinee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-116873809120480631?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/116873809120480631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=116873809120480631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/116873809120480631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/116873809120480631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2007/01/temptation-island.html' title='Temptation Island'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115975248151725134</id><published>2006-10-01T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:21:20.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL boys are jerks; ALL boys are darlings</title><content type='html'>If i hear that one more time, i &lt;em&gt;swear&lt;/em&gt; i'll chuck my shoe at the person who says it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ALL boys are jerks. Just because you gravitate towards the jerk-y ones, that doesn't mean all of them act that way. Nothing triggered my hatred for this attitude. It just came up while I was thinking of a title for a new blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not trying to suggest that all boys are angelic, God-given gifts to womankind. I am not in denial about the fact that some boys deserved to be chucked shoes at too. But give them the benefit of the doubt. Not a JERK unless proven otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at a good-looking guy with his arm around a girl and instantly think, "He cheats on his girlfriend. UGH. What an overconfident brat! Look at him walk like that. He thinks he owns the universe. I bet his girlfriend's already pregnant... in fact, I bet he already has a child. What a jerk. Guys like that are so worthless!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE PESSIMIST&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, yeah, yeah... You can be a writer with your wild imagination. But prejudice won't take you far in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, when you see a guy holding a girl (who's obviously in pain) by her arm and pulling her with him and you swear you got a whiff of smoked pot when they passed by, don't think, "Oh, I bet she was being annoying. I mean, guys won't treat you like that unless you do something bad... After all, all guys are sweeties. All they want to do is take care of you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE OPTIMIST&lt;/strong&gt;. Need I elaborate on this one? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time that you see a guy who you could potentially like, don't instantly think that he's probably a jerk who will break your heart or that he's a cutie pie who can't hurt a fly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a REALIST. Get to know him before you decide if he's one of the jerks or one of the darlings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if 99% of the guys who you meet are jerks, that doesn't mean that you should generalize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if all your guy buddies are sweet, that doesn't mean that every guy out there is an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BOW*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Felinee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115975248151725134?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115975248151725134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115975248151725134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115975248151725134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115975248151725134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-boys-are-jerks-all-boys-are.html' title='ALL boys are jerks; ALL boys are darlings'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115837435427847966</id><published>2006-09-15T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T07:12:18.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytales...</title><content type='html'>don't happen in real life. Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We girls usually dream of a happy ending like those in fairytales. It's amazing to think that there is actually a Prince out there for us, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our fairytale has yet to untangle itself from the web of myth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty:  Still asleep (not literally though) and the Prince has yet to wake you up to show that there is someone out there who truly cares. Or maybe the Prince hasn't found out where the palace is yet. Besides, he'd have to go through an evil witch, cut the thorns from the paths, climb up the tower to find YOU. =) ( just wake up already! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella: Hmm...Most probably, the Prince hasn't thrown his huge bash yet so there are no news of it. Besides, the floors need some scrubbing and the evil stepmother and stepsisters are still making life hell. They'll probably do anything to keep him out of your reach. And where will you get your dress? Oh fairy godmother! Yoohoo!  Hmm.. Wonder if glass slippers are still being made.. OR maybe the bash is over, the slipper has been found and the Prince has sent his search party, but if you're still moping around, that means the Prince encountered some obstacle (or being a lazy arse. LOL )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess and the Frog : Darn, do we have to look for a real frog to kiss? =P Only kidding. Maybe the Prince is hiding, or waiting for the right moment for you  to kiss him so he can turn into the handsome and loveable prince that he is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast: ahh.. Maybe it's that ugly person at the corner. x) You still have to wait till someone forces you to be with him (or sumthin) and then you'll hate the guy so much, but when he's at his weakest, you'll realize your deep love for him.. and poof! he'll turn into his old charming self. A prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Red Riding Hood: Hey, how did this get here? We ain't grandmas, and we sure aren't gonna wait for some wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess and the Pea: You would have to wait till the Prince finishes choosing from all the princesses in the land, and then he'll realize that none of them is the one he wants. When a stormy night comes, you'll make your move, knock on his door and ask for shelter, in which case you say you're a princess.. and his parents wont believe it but anyway, in the end you'll prove yourself worthy of his love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White: (My personal favorite.) Maybe, just maybe, you am dead now. Or you just choked on an apple. Actually that apple resembles all the problems in your love life that you just cant spit out. Or you being dead is the you who still believes in love. But now you don't believe in love. Too much hurt and all. But somewhere, some prince will find you, and give new hope in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up, Prince Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;` Felinee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115837435427847966?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115837435427847966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115837435427847966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115837435427847966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115837435427847966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/09/fairytales.html' title='Fairytales...'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115802582386208434</id><published>2006-09-11T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:51:44.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The young ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: I am not trying to speak for everyone in this blog entry. I speak solely for myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or is the "younger" &lt;em&gt;generation&lt;/em&gt; hotter than my generation? Okay, the exactly "generation" but the younger batches, classes or whatever you want to call them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not. The boys in my class were not quite as tall as the younger people when we were their age. Even now, they still aren't as tall as the younger boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try oh-so-hard to stay away from boys who are younger than me because I've always worried that I might end up being like an older sister to him -- or worse, a second mother. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've liked two guys who are younger than me. One of them was like a month younger. And the other one was almost a year younger. I was already basically head over heels with both of them by the time I figured out that I was older than them. Then, it was like "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" but its not like I can easily say, "I don't like you anymore" and completely forget about them. That didn't happen but even now, I still feel weird about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is an observation -- ever since Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher started dating, a younger guy dating an older woman has become more acceptable. Really. I mean, my Mom's parents were kind of like a demi-ashton match too. My grandma was 4 years older than my grandfather... but they were the only ones who were in that kind of relationship back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, its just acceptable. Its not a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've noticed, some guys who, at first, think that I might be their age, suddenly have this "oooh" look on their faces when they find out that I'm older than them. Its like fascination mixed with a hint of infatuation. Especially if you kind of giggle around them, they think they're starting to conquer you and its really funny to watch their confidence soar in like 10 seconds right after I drop the "i'm X years old" bomb. They're like, "Im X-2 years old" while this confident smile (thats usually really adorable too) appears on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know... Anybody else share my sentiments??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115802582386208434?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115802582386208434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115802582386208434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115802582386208434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115802582386208434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/09/young-ones.html' title='The young ones'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115598353799223654</id><published>2006-08-19T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:12:58.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Hearts</title><content type='html'>Ice princesses (or Ice queens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by the cold exterior because beneath all that is a girl who has a heart, who has feelings and who needs guys as much as the rest of girlkind do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, people think that they drive the men away on purpose because they've been hurt in the past and such. But no, it doesn't always work like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are sometimes very easily intimidated by girls who have strong personalities, or girls who read too much and spends most of the time at the library or the girl at the back of the classroom (or at the front) who seems to know all the answers to the teacher's questions. Or even the popular girl who seems to know everyone else in the campus but ignores men like a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; deliberate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have to look past all these things and get to the core of their feelings. Ice princesses are the softest on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta know how to find their soft spot. So get to work, men!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( p/s : We are ice princesses. Live with it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115598353799223654?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115598353799223654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115598353799223654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115598353799223654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115598353799223654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/08/cold-hearts.html' title='Cold Hearts'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115553419708630901</id><published>2006-08-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:43:17.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In addition to the rant</title><content type='html'>I normally would NEVER tell anybody to pay attention to watch Sir Mix-A-Lot says but he made some good points in the song "Baby Got Back" and they are somewhat related to our rant about girls who are trying to be stick-skinny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read on:&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't talkin' bout Playboy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz &lt;strong&gt;silicone parts were made for toys&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Cosmo says you're fat&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;I ain't down with that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your waist is small and your curves are kickin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Now ladies, do it with me.... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115553419708630901?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115553419708630901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115553419708630901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115553419708630901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115553419708630901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-addition-to-rant.html' title='In addition to the rant'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115545847008624054</id><published>2006-08-13T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T01:44:15.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Standards</title><content type='html'>I can't help but think about this lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I like people who aren't exactly "great" looking, my friends and family tell me that I could "do better". A few times, it wasn't even about the guy's looks. It was about his grades, his family, his friends and so on. I've turned down quite a few guys because of this "standards" issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm worried that if I set my standards &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; high (and I'm not just talking about physical standards), no one will ever match up to them. I'm not really superficial but a girl has to have standards and I do. My biggest problem is, I don't know how high my standards should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I can drop all of my standards and just go with the flow. I can settle for a guy who will simply do even though he's not everything that I want. But I really believe that you shouldn't just settle for someone you &lt;strong&gt;can live with&lt;/strong&gt;. Find somebody you &lt;strong&gt;can't live without&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standards are necessary. They are. But I don't know how high I should set mine. What if they're too high and I fail to see this guy who might not be Mr. Perfect but is Mr. Right? Or what if I set them too low and I marry an average guy and then, out of the blue, I run into the man of my dreams and its too late because I've settled for less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115545847008624054?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115545847008624054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115545847008624054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115545847008624054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115545847008624054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/08/standards.html' title='Standards'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115457118905732949</id><published>2006-08-02T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T14:23:01.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rant and a lesson to girls</title><content type='html'>I will never understand why some guys (note: I said "&lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt;") date girls who &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like gonorrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so appealing about silicone? Tell me, why date a girl who didn't know that L came before X in the alphabet? Is it really cute that she thought that buffalo had wings? What's so appealing about a girl who talks in a fake squeaky little voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only person who sees Paris Hilton and is instantly reminded of herpes? Or, if not herpes, I am reminded that I need to eat unless I wanted to look like a pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why some girls are fed with all this stupid info that they need to be dumb and skinny to get boys. I honestly think that the good catches out there won't care if you like physics or if you can chow down a big mac. Some guys prefer women with curves. They don't want to date a girl who looks like a skinny, little boy. Heck, some guys even prefer chubby girls! Seeing my point here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get those books out ladies and quit pretending that you don't know that the quadratic formula by heart (for those who do anyways - i mean, i dont but i wouldn't pretend i didn't know it if i did). And also, go put a heaping amount of rice on your plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p/s : These are for those who "want" to look like those stick-thin models they show you everyday on TV. if they have beutiful bodies, then I dont want to imagine what ugly is like. You dont have to suffer to attract the guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115457118905732949?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115457118905732949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115457118905732949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115457118905732949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115457118905732949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/08/rant-and-lesson-to-girls.html' title='A rant and a lesson to girls'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115438824998991628</id><published>2006-07-31T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T20:36:37.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damage Control</title><content type='html'>Now, I was just reading through our first post and I realized that we made our dream guy sound like some argument-hungry, cocky guy. I think I have to do some damage control before some guys start arguing with all their girlfriends thinking they'll be more loved for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we do want a guy who will act like a real human being. He gets mad, he's sometimes moody and he wont always agree with everything that we'll say. But of course, he should be able to show his emotions, he should like cuddling, he should SOMETIMES let us win arguments just because and he should understand us when we're PMSing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we want a guy who's a&lt;em&gt; guy&lt;/em&gt; guy. Not a wuss. We want somebody who's sensitive but won't cry over everything. We want somebody who's a little cocky but won't think he's all that. We want somebody who's compromising but if he nods to everything you say, then there won't be any more compromising and that kind of ruins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, we want a guy who can seem macho. Let's get that part straight before all guys start acting like macho men. We don't necessarily hate it when guys act macho. It only gets annoying when its done excessively. But what we really like is having the most macho (machoest?) guy like us so much that you can tell that he's whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like being swept off their feet but we absolutely love the knowledge that we swept a guy off his feet. Of course he shouldn't act obsessed around us but we want him to be a little bit crazy about us. But he HAS to keep his cool. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I was able to clear some things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115438824998991628?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115438824998991628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115438824998991628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115438824998991628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115438824998991628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/damage-control.html' title='Damage Control'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115430455777229326</id><published>2006-07-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:12:20.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two different points of view on being a "trophy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Sometimes when we find out a girl likes us, we shrink back too because we don't know how to react. But when we see the girl with another guy or at least star giving us the cold shoulder, we reflect on our feelings, and start going for the girl..Cause the competition spurs us on.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my reflection on this quote... from the vulnerable girl's point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think most girls know that. Or at least I do. I know what to do to catch a guy's attention. Mystery is an important element... but when will he start treating me as more than just a challenge? That's when this huge problem sets in for us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys want to be left hanging for a little bit. They're naturally competitive so it makes them think, "If I can win her, I'm the king of the world." Okay, we girls can do that. Leave guys hanging for awhile - its not that hard especially if most people think you're an ice queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, sometimes, that little competitive edge masks how guys truly feels. What if he just wants a girl as a trophy? Something he can put in his trophy case and show off to his friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he realizes that, then what? What if after winning the trophy, he just wants a little victory party and then he wants to put his trophy away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girls act mysterious and all that. They like being pursued but once you win them, you'll have to take care of them. She wasn't in this for the thrill of being pursued. You can't just put her away. Every girl hates it when she's treated like a trophy. She's not just some fine dime, she's worth more than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's my reflection from another point of view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what if you realize after the thrill ride that you don't want him anymore? The game was fun but once its over and you see the real him, he's not what you've always imagined him to be. Then what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If guys leave girls after they've won her, they're called jerks. But that's not new. Every guy is called a jerk at least once in his life. He'll get over that and society accepts the male tendency to be an arsehole every now and then. Even society will get over that. But what if its the girl who leaves the guy after she has been won? After all the pains of pursuing her, what if she realizes that she doesn't like him that way? How do you explain that to a guy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will people make of a girl like that? Girls are supposed to be sensitive, they're supposed to love you unconditionally, etc. But its not like we're perfect. Girls never enter the pursuing game thinking, "I just want him wrapped around my fingers." We're usually in it with the sincerest interest. We never, i repeat, NEVER intend to hurt guys. But, sometimes, we can't bring ourselves to like them back anymore after sometime... and then what? What after that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You tell me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&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/31870169-115430455777229326?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115430455777229326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115430455777229326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115430455777229326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115430455777229326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/two-different-points-of-view-on-being.html' title='Two different points of view on being a &quot;trophy&quot;'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115429687508606669</id><published>2006-07-30T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:20:25.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Dilemmas...</title><content type='html'>This feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever felt like you are so into this guy and then, when he finally gives you his attention, you start shrinking back to your shell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats exactly how i feel. i was so INTO this guy for a while until I found out he felt the same way and yet I realized that he found out from a friend that it "might" be because I liked him too. You know, like he's liking me cause he knows he has a better chance with me than the other girls he's got a crush on. That because Im into him, it'd be a piece of cake for me to accept him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not like that. I will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has happened a lot of times. You like the guy so so much, talk about him most of the time, even think you're obsessed with him. When the table's turned, you turn around and hide. Are all girls alike, or is it just me who feels this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys only notice you once the feeling starts to fade?! WHY WHEN you have your heart and soul set on someone else, they come running back to you. To make your life harder, maybe? I dont get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we girls wil never understand them but Im getting sick of the guys and the dilemmas they can induce. It's giving me migraines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions and only THEY can answer. But they are so clueless about what we girls feel sometimes that I feel its useless to ask these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One guy friend of mine said "&lt;em&gt;Sometimes when we find out a girl likes us, we shrink back too because we don't know how to react. But when we see the girl with another guy or at least star giving us the cold shoulder, we reflect on our feelings, and start going for the girl..Cause the competition spurs us on..&lt;/em&gt;" (Too bad by that time the girl's lost her feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe girls and guys are more similar than we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;` Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115429687508606669?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115429687508606669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115429687508606669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115429687508606669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115429687508606669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/hopeless-dilemmas.html' title='Hopeless Dilemmas...'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115423011624626614</id><published>2006-07-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:56:19.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Origin of the Title</title><content type='html'>1) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chronicles of Felinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The sexycapades of the Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowcone : too.... R-18&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : theyll be disappointed&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : boys will be like "what? they've never mentioned the word dick? bummer!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Femme Fatale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowcone : what exactly does fatale mean?&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : fatal females?&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : we might scare the boys away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Felinee Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Il diario de Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popsicle: diario sounds like newspaper&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone: i thought so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) La narrazione di Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Los cuentos de Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Kwento ng felinee? Kwento ni felinee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowcone: kwento ng felinee?&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle: kwento ni Felinee&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle: we'll be one person&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle: LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) La histoire de Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The confessions of (the) Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Book of Little Truths by Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) The Proclamation of the Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) "The apparition of the Felinee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Revelations by Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snowcone: The Revelation according to St Felinee. We could end every post with "amen"&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone: it kinda sounds like we're coming out of the closet or something&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle: hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle: yeah theyll be looking for something that's not there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) The Female Hideout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) MEN are from Mercury = Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Realm of the Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Kingdom of the Heavensent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Secret Chambers of the Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popsicle : What is this, Harry Potter? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) The Order of the Felinee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) The Felinee Returns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) The Lord of the Felinee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Felinee's Chocolate Factory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) The Felinee's Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) The Felinee Street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*have no fear, felinee is here*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ( that will be our slogan )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : then we can have a theme song&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : we'll change the words of sesame street&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : OMG&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : Sunny dayyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : i'll be cookie monster or kermit. i love kermit&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : i love Cookie and Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : cookie = best and elmo too!&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : cookie - adorable. hahahaha esp. when he's eating cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : so whats our title? LOL&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : COOKIE MONSTER&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : he never eats them right&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : i wanna pick up the crumbs&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : Felinee -- the Cookie Monster&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : he just stuffs em in. no, we cant steal his title.&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : *cookie* should be another word for "boy"&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : he'll be sad and stop eating cookies&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : Cookies and Cream!&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : no, thats how eeyore is but cookie monster wont be depressed&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : cookies are boys... cream = us?&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : Cookies and Ice Cream&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : Ice Cream = US&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : ice princesses HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : where's the felinee part?&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : Cookies and Ice Cream a la Felinee?&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : urm. its the blog domain hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : hahaha true, true&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : and we'll sgn it as Felinee anyways&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : &lt;strong&gt;Cookies and Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : we should make a charlie's angels-like theme&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle : ill be putting it now&lt;br /&gt;Snowcone : YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^FELINEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115423011624626614?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115423011624626614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115423011624626614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115423011624626614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115423011624626614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/origin-of-title.html' title='The Origin of the Title'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31870169.post-115422946852579131</id><published>2006-07-29T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T21:12:32.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Felinee began...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the Felinee began...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: guys are guilty of being clueless&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and yet, so are we..&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: but do you know how hard it is to break a guy's heart when he's soooo perfectly awesome?&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: in a bigger perspective&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: LOL&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: LOL&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: he's awesome... he's understanding, he's nice... he NEVER lets me get mad at him.. but i cant bring myself to like him THAT way&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: all i know is its gonna hurt&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: i guess its because he's too perfect&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeah i think i know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: ive always been the type to look for a guy who's got a badboy side.&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: girls prefer imperfect guys&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: totally my opposite&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: same here&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: i mean i want a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: the boy-next-door type&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: but i want him to be kinda cocky&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: or something like that&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: here here!&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: when someone asks me what i look for in a guy&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: all these answers come out.. like nice, respectful kind etc&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: but i always end up with guys who have only little of those qualities&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: psshhh&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: but u kinda wanna add "and kinda cocky... and kinda quick tempered..."&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: YEAH&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: someone who doesnt always follow me around&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: same here&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: would argue with me&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: that kinda stuff&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: someone who's not intimidated by me&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: oh my gosh&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: who wont always let me get my way&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: who has a mind of his own&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: u should see the excited look on my face&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: why?&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: somebody who could tell me when i'm being a pain&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i know.&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: cuz you're like a mind reader. are u reading my mind or something??&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: lol&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yes, someone who's so totally not intimidated&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: you're reading mine too&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and somebody who has enough authority to make me realize my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: without the whole "IM A GUY. I AM THE BOSS" attitude&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: someone who says what i want to hear&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and doesnt care about how i look most of the time&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: YES&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: he shouldnt let my radically feminist side resurface too much&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: im a feminist too!&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: LOL&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: somebody who'd quietly hug me when i dont need somebody to nag me&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and most of the guys i know would just say "fine, you win"&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: seriously!!!&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: id like a guy who can defend HIS species&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :))&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: like, i lose interest when guys just give up&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :''(&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :((&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: awww&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeahhh..&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: lol&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: nothing.&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i just realized itll take a while to find that kinda guy&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: guys are just... such a frustrating topic&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: i've found him&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: i *THINK*&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: thats the thing&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: but he's so far away&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and im not sure if i'll ever see him again&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: thats why i dont want to watch love stories&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: happy endings&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: make me reflect too much&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: romantic movies are like drugs&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and i end up crying&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: cause i always end up with the wrong guys&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: they make u feel high with love one second.. then, when they're over... i find myself snapping back to reality and realizing that im not the girl in the movie&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: :((&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i know&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: we should make an article about this&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: LOL&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and have ms macy print it out&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :))&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and they should publish it in candy&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: good idea&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: or maybe FHM&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: cuz more guys read that&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: or GAme PRo&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: or something&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: LOL&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: or it should be the dialogue in halo&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: or counterstrike&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: something like that&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: my brother loves those games&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: =))&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: i can just imagine the characters saying those lines&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :))&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: "dude... break down the door... use that knife! u know how girl are, they dont want u to let them make their feminist side resurface too often"&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: :))&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: haahhahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: *how girls are&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: *feminist sides&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: thatd be hilarious&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: jeez... typos&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: LOL&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: at least guys would pay attention to those&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: they never pay attention to what WE say&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: so let those game characters speak to them&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: we should make a handbook "On winning a good (but sexy and foxy) girl's heart"&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: we should&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and have the characters from tekken&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: rule number 1 : DO NOT BE EGOTISTIC&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeah... ! Jin!&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: as the characters in the comics-form part of the handbook&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and .. Hwoarang&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: LOL&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: rule number 2: Don't be a pussy. Argue with her&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: (she likes it)&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: heeheee&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: :))&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: we SO should&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and im like beyond kidding now&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: rule number 3 : hug her when everyone hates her&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: i'd like to get my feelings out&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and my frustrations too&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: we should make a BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: we should!!!&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: and advertise it in Candy&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: :D&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: we should make a joint blog&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeah&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: and write something down every time we're contemplating on boys&lt;br /&gt;snowcone: :D&lt;br /&gt;popsicle: we should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;^FELINEE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31870169-115422946852579131?l=felinee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/feeds/115422946852579131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31870169&amp;postID=115422946852579131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115422946852579131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31870169/posts/default/115422946852579131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://felinee.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-felinee-began.html' title='How the Felinee began...'/><author><name>Felinee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01940364864059304370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v330/sweetfelize/blogfelinee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
