<?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-8898582</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:43:22.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love's quotient</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-5547762183251643770</id><published>2010-03-11T04:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T04:52:46.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love's quotient</title><content type='html'>This is not a secret blog, it's just that i have abandoned it. &lt;div&gt;Goodbye readers, to whom have been consistently reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, it was such a pity to feel naked writing your thoughts here and you never know whoever is reading it. hey, i am not emo-ing. Its just that i like where i am writing now, pen-down some inspiring thoughts others have given me. And i know who is the ones reading, feeling comfortable this way. Anyway, my life is not v interesting for you to spare your time reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers, all the best to you, in whatever you do, and be happy about it. I am glad to be an audience to see you soaring up high in the sky, grabbing the kind of happiness you want. And some people are happy, it makes me happy too. It feels great, therefore, i don't like to put myself in a spotlight, those redundant attention i wish you can give it to someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh friends, i really hope you are happy, for whoever you are and that will fulfilled me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-5547762183251643770?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/5547762183251643770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=5547762183251643770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/5547762183251643770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/5547762183251643770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#5547762183251643770' title='The love&apos;s quotient'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-7683986042356960402</id><published>2009-11-22T02:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T03:02:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AW JIAEN</title><content type='html'>its dearest JIAEN's BDAY!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the 18th CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey BABE!&lt;br /&gt;i know you are currently having your As and won't be here reading this. But i think you will be fine handling your As. The knowledge of Albert Einsten and Newton are still inside your head so i guess you will be alright. I've written what i wanted to say in that 4 pages long sms. But words are hardly enough to express what i feel about the friendship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why to spare us the agony from missing you, please appear after your A levels. Maybe then, we will be the ones to be too busy to entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, wait till your BIG As OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-7683986042356960402?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/7683986042356960402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=7683986042356960402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/7683986042356960402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/7683986042356960402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#7683986042356960402' title='AW JIAEN'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-5545427360922494672</id><published>2009-11-18T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:54:57.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, you shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i found this commercial from nk's blog. feel like keeping my hair long after watching this. canon in D is still as nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;like the quotes in there; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am i so different from the others? Why do you have to be like the others?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-5545427360922494672?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/5545427360922494672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=5545427360922494672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/5545427360922494672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/5545427360922494672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#5545427360922494672' title='YES, you shine'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-8913379778539752616</id><published>2009-11-17T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:28:08.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SICK DAY</title><content type='html'>woke up v sick today.&lt;br /&gt;bad soar throat and fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum came into my room, fed me with awful herbs and asked me to eat 2 pils. i have no idea what are they. and off to sleep till 1 pm. i woke up, stare into space.&lt;br /&gt;my bro came back with lunch for me. and off i went to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;after which, my father fetched me to the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i slept till now.&lt;br /&gt;its been a dizzy day.&lt;br /&gt;):like everything has gone in a fast pace and feeling as if i have just woke up in the morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and must be the durian puff and ice blended durian that i have with gy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;my body cannot take heaty stuff. even if its only a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do now, except going online to wait to finish any projects in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should go and take my medication now.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-8913379778539752616?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/8913379778539752616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=8913379778539752616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/8913379778539752616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/8913379778539752616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#8913379778539752616' title='A SICK DAY'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-8396469791430609315</id><published>2009-11-15T02:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:00:11.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are nothing left to do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmyiplmUQZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XmyiplmUQZM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are nothing left to be done, nothing left to be said. BECAUSE "BLOOD is always thicker than water" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-8396469791430609315?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/8396469791430609315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=8396469791430609315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/8396469791430609315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/8396469791430609315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#8396469791430609315' title='there are nothing left to do.'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8898582.post-4933631451786291124</id><published>2009-11-14T01:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:15:42.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling old.</title><content type='html'>im feeling old right now.&lt;br /&gt;my bones are aching especially on raining days.&lt;br /&gt;today i go home 2 times, and 2 times it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;and i din bring my umbrella out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the world that im not aware of,&lt;br /&gt;often, it left me with more disapointments.&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, i have people i've known who have played indispensable roles in my life.&lt;br /&gt;im fine, im good.&lt;br /&gt;lessons to be learnt. trust? no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unseen world has alot of going-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i was just wondering how can a mother love her child so much even thou shes not the child's biological mother. how can she raise the child and treat it like her own?&lt;br /&gt;what is unrequitted love? who will never ask for pay back? why in the earth people asks for nothing in return. are they happy? why do you want to carry this infactuation in your life and asks for nothing, dont you sometimes ask for a greedy outcome?&lt;br /&gt;wont you feel jealous because you always have to bless someone else, and feel nothing down inside. dont you always hope that when you put someone significant, you wish that they will do the same to you? dont you hope that your hard work pays off? dont you wish to get the medal when you have fought so hard behind it? dont try to be a saint, you are not. and you know you have enough. i try to be good, in everyway. but who is perfect btw? so why am i trying so hard to be one? you dumb-ass.everyone has this little motive deep behind. its okay that you never saw it. while seeing through the motives behind, have you seen yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8898582-4933631451786291124?l=ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/feeds/4933631451786291124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8898582&amp;postID=4933631451786291124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/4933631451786291124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8898582/posts/default/4933631451786291124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ursorrowunmasked.blogspot.com/index.html#4933631451786291124' title='feeling old.'/><author><name>glimpseofherjoy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aVsVAl3mMzI/SKU8RuntbXI/AAAAAAAABDk/3eJmqgv_zro/S220/o5u6j5.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
