<?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-3604666453423523743</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:04:40.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>days without you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>afarty</name><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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604666453423523743.post-2094358510672016915</id><published>2008-07-07T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:34:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything came true ...</title><content type='html'>am i such an idiot that i will be a burden to anyone? i can do the same as i did b4. i helped her in many ways and i do not claim credit, and i enjoy seeing her succeed in her work. i thought she understand, and even if she doesn't, she will appreciate. but i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing wrong with yearning for bigger and better things. but at the expense of someone whom helped, quarreled and shared the same struggle to a better life with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she behaving like him who left her cos he wanted better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are very simple sometimes. but why must it be a either-or? my heart is deeply cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, i shall let you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-2094358510672016915?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/2094358510672016915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=2094358510672016915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/2094358510672016915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/2094358510672016915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-came-true.html' title='everything came true ...'/><author><name>afarty</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604666453423523743.post-6195197002268082267</id><published>2008-06-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:34:17.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cannot beleive it</title><content type='html'>dun noe wat to say it .... cannot say i dun expect it, as i noe it's one of the way it can turn out to be. yearning for a high life and the pinacle of social living...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach is aching and my heart is worse ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i need someone who can bring me to another level and give me encouragement" thanks ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-6195197002268082267?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/6195197002268082267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=6195197002268082267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6195197002268082267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6195197002268082267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2008/06/cannot-beleive-it.html' title='cannot beleive it'/><author><name>afarty</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604666453423523743.post-782974549585198949</id><published>2008-04-30T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:38:04.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>Is it may day for me? She is not even visiting here, not even once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my current work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish she knows i miss her alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-782974549585198949?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/782974549585198949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=782974549585198949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/782974549585198949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/782974549585198949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2008/04/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-4638998831638061155</id><published>2008-04-11T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:35:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>又过一天</title><content type='html'>sunny 12/04/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day of unanswered call. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-4638998831638061155?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/4638998831638061155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=4638998831638061155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/4638998831638061155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/4638998831638061155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='又过一天'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-688451714962887720</id><published>2008-04-10T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T03:47:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days silent days</title><content type='html'>10/04/2008 - rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been more than 2 weeks of silence. wonder how is she? been to bangkok and back, and yesterday was my last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calls made left unanswered, dun dare to call too much.  i am actually a harmless person, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am willing to talk and communicate :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-688451714962887720?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/688451714962887720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=688451714962887720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/688451714962887720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/688451714962887720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2008/04/rainy-days-silent-days.html' title='rainy days silent days'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-8363364220647437129</id><published>2007-11-13T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T03:40:13.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>小情歌</title><content type='html'>really funny, really helpless... just when i thought we can go out and spend some time together... she just totally switched off and had her own activities for 1 week le... the reason? cos i didn't call/msn her on monday night... i was working till 3 am on sunday night and we went out in the day... on tuesday i called her, but she was already no mood to talk liao which i tot she's busy. on wed, which was a holiday eve,  i called her and she was with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said i go out with her on thursday. i msned her and she said she got appt le made sometime ago le. fine, so i said we met later lor. supposedly at 6pm but she said cancelled as her friend wana meet longer... so cancelled again. evening she called and asked if wana meet, i already no mood to meet le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during weekend, i tot we could meet. who knows she went out on both days. so i stayed at home and did my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wondered what went wrong? couldn't we communicate instead of just be irresponsible and leave me alone? i am so stressed with work , and when i tot i could talk to someone, there she went disappearing. before i could vent out my stress, i had to hide it and totally depressed. does she know that i am trying very hard le, but why she could just disappear like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really duno......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-8363364220647437129?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/8363364220647437129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=8363364220647437129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/8363364220647437129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/8363364220647437129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='小情歌'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-6824294881128597990</id><published>2007-07-13T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:53:48.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happily sad</title><content type='html'>home.night.21:53pm.tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally called her at her home at 7pm.. her voice was different yet so familiar.. two weeks seem like two years, kinda cold but the moment i heard her voice, my heart really skipped a bit and two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was afraid to make her angry again, but i have to tell her what i said, if not i duno when will be the next time i can talk to her le .... she was hungry, i stopped talking to her le ... i cannot never bear to see her hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sent her an sms last night, but no replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is another night.. i dun think i should disturb her ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wan an&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-6824294881128597990?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/6824294881128597990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=6824294881128597990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6824294881128597990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6824294881128597990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2007/07/happily-sad.html' title='happily sad'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-6373162625009196128</id><published>2007-07-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:05:11.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help...</title><content type='html'>home.sunny.13:10pm.helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day le... still no sms or calls returned. what is she doing? being busy? or she is avoiding me? i duno .... i would never find out soon ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-6373162625009196128?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/6373162625009196128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=6373162625009196128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6373162625009196128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/6373162625009196128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2007/07/help.html' title='help...'/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-408702255053043296</id><published>2007-07-11T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T03:48:29.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_86AbhnMTCVs/RpT3Xw3qdtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BwXcA4v-80s/s1600-h/el+Mosaic.BMP"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-408702255053043296?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/408702255053043296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=408702255053043296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/408702255053043296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/408702255053043296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>afarty</name><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-3604666453423523743.post-3919693801736957876</id><published>2007-07-10T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:49:43.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like shit</title><content type='html'>home.drizzling.12:49pm.depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 2 weeks since we talked. it's also the 2nd week of my new job. is it a coincidence, or i cannot have the best of both world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is busy and being occupied with learning and doing some really no value-add stuff. i am putting a false front in work trying to be cool. But deep inside, i really wan to tell somebody about my work, my experience, and most importantly .. my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life without her has been a mess. i have been supressing my feelings. i thought i could live with it for the first 5 days. But I could no longer lie to myself. I could not fight the urge to sms or call her. but she didn't pick up nor acknowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are no saints. we have tempers and we have been through roller coasters affecting both of us. no matter what she did wrong, or how bad her temper is, i still love her. each time after a quarrel, i always hate myself asking why i couldn't give in to her. each time, it's too late. she's very lovable and a gem to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times, what i did or said, do not reflect a complete picture of my feelings, thus leading to many misunderstandings. i do not blame her. i do not speak well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope things would be well for us. i really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's lunchtime and i have not been eating well for 1 week. maybe (ci) really helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope some one sees this blog; i hope no one sees this blog....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604666453423523743-3919693801736957876?l=stinkyfruit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/feeds/3919693801736957876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604666453423523743&amp;postID=3919693801736957876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/3919693801736957876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604666453423523743/posts/default/3919693801736957876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stinkyfruit.blogspot.com/2007/07/feel-like-shit.html' title='feel like shit'/><author><name>afarty</name><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>
