<?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-34624497</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:09:12.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ermm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>waihang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515407402126340441</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624497.post-115875925282295462</id><published>2006-09-20T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T06:53:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i felt the world is crashing upon me. FUCKING M driver is the champion of all time, which leads me to a very stressful day. Im tired and i haven't got anything to eat yet,anyway...loads of blog's are getting emo'er nowdays, people are having frus' lately, and having some bad ass day. It's hard to deal with problem lately, things that you couldn't sovle in a matter of days, weeks, or even years. It's a pain in ur ass if u face it , but its a burden in ur life if you run away with it. In my life... i have too much weight in my shoulder and somewhere along the road i lost a few kilo's, here and there , but the burden keeps coming back.. untill one fine day when u realize u cant sleep anymore, u dont eat anymore, even worst u lost yourself to yourself. There is time when i lost myself, too many time and there's no one there to help you, you will start to wonder did u ever owe yourself to this world, or did your parents *pops* u out just to see all this shit? (sorry for swearing... give's more explosion to the word). Your brain kept telling you to re-ajust but your heart just wont stop beating. It's hard ... as a matter of fact, its FARking hard right? It think all of you would agree unless ur robocop or something. Time is the answer i presume....im sleepy and fungry no energy to go on liaw, continue next time lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624497-115875925282295462?l=waihangler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/feeds/115875925282295462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624497&amp;postID=115875925282295462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624497/posts/default/115875925282295462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624497/posts/default/115875925282295462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-felt-world-is-crashing-upon-me.html' title=''/><author><name>waihang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515407402126340441</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624497.post-115859550912864815</id><published>2006-09-18T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:18:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i was chatting with a friend today..and suddenly that friend made me realize something that i never felt before...(its a guy ok)...that we are getting old...not in the sense of old hag , getting frackles or ur 'batang' is not working anymore.... i felt that we are growing to more 'manly ', wiser... not to say that im very matured or stuff like that..but some how it makes you look at each other and think back the good old days... and say "GOD DAMN" i've known you for like how many years!!...dont you think so? Somehow i felt that im wiser... not a lot but i did..not in every aspect but i hope i would. Try to remember the days when we use to ponteng class and all those stuff...and now all of us are working, busy with our life...but we still manage to squeeze a few days just to laid back and have some fun...think a bout it'... 10 years down the road, will us be the same bunch of monkey's like we use to?... i dont think we will...but still will crack a lot of nut's.. i guess.. ahahhaahahhahaa....But one thing for sure...all u fuc*er's are still 'emo' king to me..muahahahhah..Why do i write this you ask?..or you might not even ask.. I dont know man?...nothing to blog?...could be though...im trying to blend in with the 21th century...lol... My point is... i've known these men's for quite some time.. and its really fun growing up ,looking back what soh*i stuff u use to do and have a good laugh at it..Think about it...aight...PEACE and im sleepy.........zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34624497-115859550912864815?l=waihangler.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/feeds/115859550912864815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34624497&amp;postID=115859550912864815' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624497/posts/default/115859550912864815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624497/posts/default/115859550912864815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waihangler.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-chatting-with-friend-today.html' title=''/><author><name>waihang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515407402126340441</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><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
