<?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-7115603390898627496</id><updated>2012-01-08T11:12:25.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to a place where I can never find.</title><subtitle type='html'>I've gone to a pretty place where the flowers grow... I might be back one day though...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115603390898627496.post-7920001006898017176</id><published>2012-01-07T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:46:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do</title><content type='html'>Do you know how it feels like to be chosen last?&lt;br/&gt;Do you know how it feels like to be last in everything you do?&lt;br/&gt;Do you know how it feels to wake up every morning to the same shit?&lt;br/&gt;Do you know the feeling of wanting to sleep and never wake up?&lt;br/&gt;Do you know how it feels to be broken?&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115603390898627496-7920001006898017176?l=linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/7920001006898017176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/7920001006898017176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-do.html' title='I do'/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115603390898627496.post-3009036907776531456</id><published>2012-01-07T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T03:46:00.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste of space</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should just leave.. I'm nothing but a fucking waste of space here... There's no real reason to accept the way things are... I can't do shit properly, I ain't good at anything.. Not even average..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fuck all this shit.. The purpose of my life is purely to suffer and serve as a warning to others.. Maybe this is the only shit I have done well... &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Fuck this... I just wanna sleep and not wake up.. Because I cannot stand the sight of this place, I cannot stand the sight of myself...&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115603390898627496-3009036907776531456?l=linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/3009036907776531456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/3009036907776531456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/2012/01/waste-of-space.html' title='Waste of space'/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115603390898627496.post-6441024933577435172</id><published>2011-12-13T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T05:29:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ache</title><content type='html'>This feeling... Feeling of ache, I'd do anything to get rid of it. Everyday I wake up more tired than the last, less hope. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know, what can I do to be happy. Is there really no such thing as bliss without a reason? How I wish I can find happiness... I would grab hold of it and never let it go.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think I've grown too old to dream... If only I could turn back time... I would do so much more.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115603390898627496-6441024933577435172?l=linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/6441024933577435172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/6441024933577435172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/2011/12/ache.html' title='ache'/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115603390898627496.post-4127292064918225310</id><published>2011-12-04T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T16:42:01.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Apple of My Eyes</title><content type='html'>Happy endings don't usually occur in reality, that's the reason why people expects an happy ending in the movie, they need that glimmer of hope that there is still that tiny spark that can make their dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all got to know this, our lives are not the movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115603390898627496-4127292064918225310?l=linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/4127292064918225310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/4127292064918225310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/2011/12/youre-apple-of-my-eyes.html' title='You&apos;re the Apple of My Eyes'/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115603390898627496.post-3305272086722407144</id><published>2011-09-18T13:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:17:03.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somebody please tell me at which point in my life I have gone wrong?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115603390898627496-3305272086722407144?l=linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/3305272086722407144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115603390898627496/posts/default/3305272086722407144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linusandhisblanket.blogspot.com/2011/09/somebody-please-tell-me-at-which-point.html' title=''/><author><name>:D:D:D</name><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></entry></feed>
