<?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-4887572408674882767</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:52:38.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bits and pieces</title><subtitle type='html'>this is me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syahsawkwardmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887572408674882767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syahsawkwardmornings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SYAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14540690209661854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ7g0hX8EUY/S2H0dHvfQzI/AAAAAAAAARA/P0nx9dPGiSI/S220/DSC_0609.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4887572408674882767.post-168341207978082</id><published>2010-01-28T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:07:28.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this feeling inside</title><content type='html'>Though I do not know her personally but I know so she's a very nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what she said that day but as soon as I was told, I broke down to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even spoke to myself. Pretending she could hear me, I begged, 'Stop. Please stop. You are hurting me. Please stop.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions were literally everywhere for a few days actually. Didn't know it would affect me this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im hoping everything goes well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: There will always be me. I AM HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i wish to pull the effing trigger until my fingers go numb'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4887572408674882767-168341207978082?l=syahsawkwardmornings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syahsawkwardmornings.blogspot.com/feeds/168341207978082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4887572408674882767&amp;postID=168341207978082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887572408674882767/posts/default/168341207978082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4887572408674882767/posts/default/168341207978082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syahsawkwardmornings.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-feeling-inside.html' title='this feeling inside'/><author><name>SYAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14540690209661854203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ7g0hX8EUY/S2H0dHvfQzI/AAAAAAAAARA/P0nx9dPGiSI/S220/DSC_0609.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
