<?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-3664312746818344342</id><updated>2011-11-30T11:17:06.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>theunspokentruths, ♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ShiTingPhilophobia'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199342604268301233</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-3664312746818344342.post-7892612103540205706</id><published>2011-11-30T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:14:24.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>我好希望生命能变得好像童话故事.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isul1L731Z4/TtZnlE5RTlI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lf9y6vPbSJQ/s1600/310273_2151609322457_1613114740_2221282_593916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isul1L731Z4/TtZnlE5RTlI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lf9y6vPbSJQ/s400/310273_2151609322457_1613114740_2221282_593916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680841866641231442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;从前从前，有个人爱你很久&lt;/span&gt;。 "&lt;br /&gt;今天没什么特别，普通的一天。人生又过了一天。生命越来越短。 有时后真的想死掉算了，但是生命中真的有令我很舍不得的事，朋友，当然还有他。 但是少了我也没什么分别吧？他们也会过得很开心。 身体一天比一天的“累”了，难道我的时间快到了哦？ 心脏，你最近很不听话。你到底怎么了？我真的好害怕有一天你会撑不住。我好希望生命能变得好像童话故事。做那位你爱的天使。但是，如果有一天我忍不住问你，你最喜欢的人是谁，请你一定要骗我，无论你心里有多么的不情愿，也请你一定要说，你最喜欢的人是我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664312746818344342-7892612103540205706?l=theunspokenlies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/feeds/7892612103540205706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/7892612103540205706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/7892612103540205706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='我好希望生命能变得好像童话故事.'/><author><name>ShiTingPhilophobia'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199342604268301233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isul1L731Z4/TtZnlE5RTlI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lf9y6vPbSJQ/s72-c/310273_2151609322457_1613114740_2221282_593916_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664312746818344342.post-5433844582659377355</id><published>2011-11-29T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:03:08.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i was someone special, in your eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp109RuhNC0/TtUY2wL1-nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/FljPe8vX1iU/s1600/316432_2466410632293_1613114740_2433035_1533213437_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp109RuhNC0/TtUY2wL1-nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/FljPe8vX1iU/s400/316432_2466410632293_1613114740_2433035_1533213437_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680473833924328050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I was never great enough, I'm sorry for being such a failure .&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;didn't work today due to rain, suppose to sell at lakeside. tomorrow's boonlay. hope the sales will be better than both of those days at pasirris. out around 4plus, meet eugene fusen kokliang and brendon below lewis house, he's out. but now back in hostel again. waited for him, then off to sembawang mart, after that cyrus came. then went over to lewis's house. slack there awhile, then went down slack while we wait for lucas and kieran. after all of them arrive all of us took pictures with lewis to take it as a memory. 6plus, me kieran lucas cyrus went to chambers. blackshottttttt all the way, only about 3rounds of audition. weixiang, yakjia and her little brother came afterwards. package till 1030. prata for dinner, afterwards. slacked at 351 playground awhile. homed around 12plus.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hope, lateron will be a better day. it's 30november now. guess what? it's the last day of november. this year sucks, fucking much. december, i pray hard that it'll be better than ALL of the month this year, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I love you more than myself , I trust you more than anybody else , I sacrifice for you more than anything else , I putted you first in everything , all i get in the end was you being with her , it's okay , i don't mind . i just hope , you won't forget all my efforts during this past 10months . "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664312746818344342-5433844582659377355?l=theunspokenlies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/feeds/5433844582659377355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-was-someone-special-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/5433844582659377355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/5433844582659377355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-wish-i-was-someone-special-in-your.html' title='I wish i was someone special, in your eyes.'/><author><name>ShiTingPhilophobia'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199342604268301233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vp109RuhNC0/TtUY2wL1-nI/AAAAAAAAA5c/FljPe8vX1iU/s72-c/316432_2466410632293_1613114740_2433035_1533213437_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664312746818344342.post-3184199505886158927</id><published>2011-11-28T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:55:56.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody dies a virgin, cause life fuck us all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_1M2Sm2kOY/TtPg2PCubFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tOGhq2WGdxs/s1600/388701_2192104773812_1582925802_31859243_1874764551_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_1M2Sm2kOY/TtPg2PCubFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tOGhq2WGdxs/s400/388701_2192104773812_1582925802_31859243_1874764551_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680130777399848018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once upon a time, nobody gives a fuck, the end&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;I shifted from " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ninetynineblackrose-s&lt;/span&gt;" to here, well. there's too much memories in that blog. i'll private it, but i won't delete, just gonna take it keeping it as a memory of every single thing. well, t&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;oned yesterday @  boonlay after work. met alex at jurong then trained down to lakeside.  and then bused to ahben's house to meet him and mark. jokes, laughters. *  i'm sorry for those blackfaces. * a fun day afterall, homed around  8plus. I just hate those endings. it sucks, at the same time. it hurts.  slept, woke around 4pm, and i'm late for meeting cai, cyrus and fusen.  sorry much brothers! choing to bathe and prepare, meet them at yishun  mrt station, bused to pasirris, sleep on bus, gosh. I'm freaking tired.  reached, took our icecream stocks and blocks from gary, then off to  sell. sales damn horrible today. only managed to sold 2box. cyrus keep  on scaring me with cockraches. motherfucker. i'm shouting like nobody  business. xiasuey much. after work, bused back to yishun then off to  sembawang, had supper with them. head home around 12. selling around  lakeside tomorrow, hope the sales will be better then yesterday as well  as today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pure stupid, punching my hand on the wall. great,  both knuckles swollen and injured. right hand alittle dislocated now.  The best way to vent all my sadness out? stupid me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3664312746818344342-3184199505886158927?l=theunspokenlies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/feeds/3184199505886158927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/nobody-dies-virgin-cause-life-fuck-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/3184199505886158927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3664312746818344342/posts/default/3184199505886158927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunspokenlies.blogspot.com/2011/11/nobody-dies-virgin-cause-life-fuck-us.html' title='Nobody dies a virgin, cause life fuck us all.'/><author><name>ShiTingPhilophobia'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10199342604268301233</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_1M2Sm2kOY/TtPg2PCubFI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/tOGhq2WGdxs/s72-c/388701_2192104773812_1582925802_31859243_1874764551_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
