<?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-21690322</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:28:11.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets break it high</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Qash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14408283181427052347</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-21690322.post-113889933301513634</id><published>2006-02-03T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:55:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; ITS TOO LATE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she is owned by him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what hav i 2 do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;notink could b done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juz e pain im bearing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a glass broken to smaller pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;broken to even smaller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;seems so close yet so far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how can i live in despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with tat gal holdin hands with him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its too late now to even tell e truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my heart tat beats her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on and on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21690322-113889933301513634?l=qash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/feeds/113889933301513634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21690322&amp;postID=113889933301513634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113889933301513634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113889933301513634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-too-late-she-is-owned-by-himwhat.html' title=''/><author><name>Qash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14408283181427052347</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-21690322.post-113881770562526182</id><published>2006-02-02T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:15:05.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAd a fucked up day 2 day...made me so pist off&lt;br /&gt;my presentation cocked up...&lt;br /&gt;2 make things worse i felt cheated by a fren..diz fren is so special 2 me.&lt;br /&gt;i ask her out 4 lunch usually she agrees but 2 day she didnt say she dun wan but she say she was expecting a fren so wen she wanna eat she will holla me.&lt;br /&gt;wen im at e foodcourt, she came w her clazmates. N she nv called. WAD E FUCK if she wanna eat w her frens i dun mind ah i can join coz i noe them all. Den i got no mood 2 eat. she came 2 me ande say HI.&lt;br /&gt;She ask me whether im eating but i say nope, she ask y i said i got no mood.&lt;br /&gt;After tat she go off. Doesnt hav abit of concern 4 me after lots of concern i gave. Den we didnt tok after tat.....&lt;br /&gt;I was moody al e way.&lt;br /&gt;If she dun wanna eat w me juz say so, im ok, its no big deal. its her choice.&lt;br /&gt;Den i ask her out 4 dinner. she say dunno wanna eat or not n her ex is coming. 4 WAD?!!&lt;br /&gt;she told me she doesnt lyk him anymore. dinner tym i ask her again. she say she ate already...&lt;br /&gt;im so frust man....fuckin frust..she say dunni n she dun even bother 2 tell me tat she is going 2 eat w her ex. i juz couldnt understand her y she cant tell me straight. y mujz she make excuses...&lt;br /&gt;it may b true but at least tell me... i dint eat 1 whole day juz 2 eat w her..&lt;br /&gt;kindda stupud but i dun feel lyk eatin...&lt;br /&gt;e mood will come wen she is ard...&lt;br /&gt;Y didnt she c tat i lyk her so much...????? Y?Y?Y?Y?Y?Y?Y?Y?Y?YY?Y?&lt;br /&gt;I JUZ DUN UNDERSTAND...wad shld i do..?&lt;br /&gt;do i hav 2 avoid her or wad???&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna do tat coz every tym i saw her it makes me happy....&lt;br /&gt;im suppose 2 help her in her model but she has done it halfway...&lt;br /&gt;IS she trying 2 avoid me??????&lt;br /&gt;somebody plz tell me...&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crying,&lt;br /&gt;my head is spinning, tinkin bout diz....&lt;br /&gt;ouh its killing me.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21690322-113881770562526182?l=qash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/feeds/113881770562526182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21690322&amp;postID=113881770562526182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113881770562526182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113881770562526182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/2006/02/wad-fucked-up-day-2-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Qash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14408283181427052347</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-21690322.post-113872439010819683</id><published>2006-02-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T00:20:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost my fav diary...&lt;br /&gt;a blogi used 2 express my feelings.........here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know why ifeel uneasy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When is the time i feel differently;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first lokk was nothing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the one after is more than something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thought it will be this way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now i don't wan it to go away;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems so close yet so far, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just can't see whats bothering you this far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This tribulation cause you this tension,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Treatig your heratreding emotion is so intricate;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But i will always be at your attention,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As long as your heart soon alleviates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recently had diz feeling, easy said den done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21690322-113872439010819683?l=qash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/feeds/113872439010819683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21690322&amp;postID=113872439010819683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113872439010819683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21690322/posts/default/113872439010819683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qash.blogspot.com/2006/01/lost-my-fav-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Qash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14408283181427052347</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>
