<?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-35942289</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:12:18.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>follow me there : a beautiful somewhere</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>idrial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392023803749683019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35942289.post-116117989172771958</id><published>2006-10-18T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:58:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;sometimes i realli do not know wat she is thinking... our expectations do not correspond.. thats the reason why we do not see eye to eye... maybe she realli does not know wat i wan or wat she wans..  maybe it is because she did not go through it herself.. i dun noe wat else to say to her... except sigh.. every year i sigh.. every year history repeats itself..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    is it realli that hard to except reality?.. that hard to except that i got wat i got?.. maybe its meant to be this way.. its heaven's trick.. a trick that will go on for the rest of my life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    communication is not a barrier.. it is the achievements.. i am getting tired of this all these years.. someday it will probably just burst... that someday will come soon enough.. something happened a while ago.. something not too good.. but i do not care anymore.. i am done with all this shit.. done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;    she does not noe.. does not care... does not understand.. thats wat i believe.. no matter wat i will say... her brain is like full of grass... nothing goes in... she lives in the past.. in her past... where i am living her dream.. her dream to excel.. to succeed... but i noe wat i wan.. i do not need her to tell me that.. as long as i have tried my best.. i believe that i can overcome the obstacles come wat may.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "i am broken.. i am faded.. dying in time.. little by little.. nowhere to go.. in circles.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35942289-116117989172771958?l=a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116117989172771958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35942289&amp;postID=116117989172771958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116117989172771958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116117989172771958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/watever.html' title='watever'/><author><name>idrial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392023803749683019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35942289.post-116109642030394722</id><published>2006-10-17T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T22:47:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired tired tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;i am tired tired tired...  blah.. going to sleep now... :D [tomorrow op rehearsal! cannot forget lines! jiayou!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35942289-116109642030394722?l=a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116109642030394722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35942289&amp;postID=116109642030394722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116109642030394722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116109642030394722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/tired-tired-tired.html' title='tired tired tired'/><author><name>idrial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392023803749683019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35942289.post-116071116988566838</id><published>2006-10-13T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T11:46:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;in the hub typing this now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i have realised after 6 months.. pw sux totally.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i dun like project work for god sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;it takes away my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;my leisure time after promos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;its stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;anw... this blog is new... hope that it will not die that soon... haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;pak pak tells me now he wants to eat the mooncake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;eat la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;god-ness.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6633ff;"&gt;food is supposed to be eaten!.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35942289-116071116988566838?l=a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116071116988566838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35942289&amp;postID=116071116988566838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116071116988566838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35942289/posts/default/116071116988566838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-beautiful-somewhere.blogspot.com/2006/10/hubbing.html' title='Hubbing'/><author><name>idrial</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09392023803749683019</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
