<?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-6407048172767216483</id><updated>2012-01-20T22:20:41.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jin Ning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925651774127326698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP9_Cj8TeV8/TppLPeBDyCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U7HTKweVgao/s220/268105_2147721768934_1123013933_32551224_6442208_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407048172767216483.post-8239483620249882748</id><published>2012-01-20T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:20:42.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so painful to like someone who you have no contact with, isn't it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know you like him but you never talk to him. You know you like him but you two walk past each other like strangers. You know you like him but you dont see him. You know you like him but he dont even think of you. You know you like him but he dont like you. All you can do is just keep thinking and thinking and thinking ... and just be like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes he dont even know you exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haizzz why you so cute ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407048172767216483-8239483620249882748?l=tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/feeds/8239483620249882748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2012/01/sorry-i-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/8239483620249882748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/8239483620249882748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2012/01/sorry-i-miss-you.html' title='Sorry, I miss you'/><author><name>Jin Ning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925651774127326698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP9_Cj8TeV8/TppLPeBDyCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U7HTKweVgao/s220/268105_2147721768934_1123013933_32551224_6442208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407048172767216483.post-3480929938610387296</id><published>2012-01-04T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:02:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so tiring to love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"You asked me who I like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know how to answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause you can't expect me to tell you&lt;br /&gt;'I like you' right ?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you may like that person but you just don't want that person to know. You are scared. You did not have the courage. It just seems like you have no balls but it's not being coward. You know if you tell that person, you can't even be friends with him/her. And it just gets awkward between both of you such that you two won't talk anymore. Knowing that, you will rather stay as friends cause at least you can spend time with that person without both of you avoiding each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407048172767216483-3480929938610387296?l=tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/feeds/3480929938610387296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-so-tiring-to-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/3480929938610387296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/3480929938610387296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-so-tiring-to-love-you.html' title='It&apos;s so tiring to love you.'/><author><name>Jin Ning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925651774127326698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP9_Cj8TeV8/TppLPeBDyCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U7HTKweVgao/s220/268105_2147721768934_1123013933_32551224_6442208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407048172767216483.post-5543670844261695327</id><published>2011-12-20T14:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:20:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life is materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Other than basic wishes like studies, health etc. Obviously i'll have materialistic wish for 2012. Like I really really hope I can have all of it. I know it's not something I need but it's something I really want. Desires I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rebond my hair again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Iphone4s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No degree coloured contact lenses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DSLR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just hope I will be blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407048172767216483-5543670844261695327?l=tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/feeds/5543670844261695327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2011/12/materialistic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/5543670844261695327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/5543670844261695327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2011/12/materialistic.html' title='Materialistic'/><author><name>Jin Ning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925651774127326698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP9_Cj8TeV8/TppLPeBDyCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U7HTKweVgao/s220/268105_2147721768934_1123013933_32551224_6442208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6407048172767216483.post-2071186533059809841</id><published>2011-12-19T01:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T02:32:58.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I trusted in you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Trust is like a mirror&lt;br /&gt;Once it's broken you can never look at it&lt;br /&gt;the same again .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever someone break your trust in them, you find it hard to trust them ever again. It breaks you apart. They don't know how does it feels like when they lie to you or perhaps when they break a promise. You try to forget. You tell yourself to give them another chance such as you should trust them completely again but the trust in them will never be the same. Suspicions. Doubts. Sometimes you even feel like letting go of that particular someone so at least there is one less person that will tear you apart. Yet you know that you love them, you know that you can't lose them, you know that you can't leave them and that's the reason why you held on for so long in the first place. Yes. You forgive but did you realise that you can't forget ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6407048172767216483-2071186533059809841?l=tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/feeds/2071186533059809841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-trusted-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/2071186533059809841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6407048172767216483/posts/default/2071186533059809841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tears-ofh-urtx3.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-trusted-in-you.html' title='I trusted in you.'/><author><name>Jin Ning</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05925651774127326698</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JP9_Cj8TeV8/TppLPeBDyCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/U7HTKweVgao/s220/268105_2147721768934_1123013933_32551224_6442208_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
