<?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-9004953170418967897</id><updated>2011-08-01T19:00:02.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even with our fist held high.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-178438685803347958</id><published>2010-01-16T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T06:25:12.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacker.</title><content type='html'>But Selene confirm approve of what I'm saying~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;selene loves candy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(INSERTS BIG BIG HEART)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nownow, you do not know who i am! you surely don't :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-178438685803347958?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/178438685803347958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2010/01/hacker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/178438685803347958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/178438685803347958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2010/01/hacker.html' title='Hacker.'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-1271526878040436356</id><published>2009-11-10T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:56:38.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom is the new lame</title><content type='html'>Facebook really that fun? O_O&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll use it someday...&lt;br /&gt;Till then. I'll gonna spam go out with cliques! (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-1271526878040436356?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/1271526878040436356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom-is-new-lame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/1271526878040436356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/1271526878040436356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/11/boredom-is-new-lame.html' title='boredom is the new lame'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-7441559707315524166</id><published>2009-10-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:11:36.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/Sul4TQPVlrI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yU7c9tB-7V0/s1600-h/Final_decision__by_cold_wind_of_death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397977900552394418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/Sul4TQPVlrI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yU7c9tB-7V0/s200/Final_decision__by_cold_wind_of_death.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i've typed alot of damn things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;suddenly all deleted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really not the type of person to repeat when the moment has passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-7441559707315524166?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/7441559707315524166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/7441559707315524166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/7441559707315524166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/Sul4TQPVlrI/AAAAAAAAAfo/yU7c9tB-7V0/s72-c/Final_decision__by_cold_wind_of_death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-8686137192011215697</id><published>2009-10-21T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:59:55.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>air of freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Came back from camp. It was great. And i'm tired and filled with mosquito bites. So i'm off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(post just to keep this blog alive)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO GRIZZLY! (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-8686137192011215697?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/8686137192011215697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/8686137192011215697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/8686137192011215697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/air-of-freedom.html' title='air of freedom'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-4750209524505908915</id><published>2009-10-19T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T04:36:33.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sparks all around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(sigh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Job cancelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Camp starting tml.&lt;br /&gt;I need money to buy a polaroid camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T THEY JUST HAVE MORE JOBS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE SIXTEEN BUT DON'T HAVE A O'LEVEL CERT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F, f ,f.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-4750209524505908915?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/4750209524505908915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/sparks-all-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/4750209524505908915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/4750209524505908915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/sparks-all-around.html' title='sparks all around'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-8237762345831205708</id><published>2009-10-18T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T05:47:25.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StsOGwPBvcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/umMyOq6q0MY/s1600-h/_Think_Different__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393920487896235458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StsOGwPBvcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/umMyOq6q0MY/s200/_Think_Different__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a facebook account. But i do not own it. Not a scam or whatever. However, facebook is abit woah. Apparently without you putting any pictures in the acc, they still can recognize you. And label pictures with your face inside under your name. So. I saw the graduation photos posted by others. It was memorable. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly. Think &lt;strong&gt;less&lt;/strong&gt;. Strike &lt;strong&gt;Hard&lt;/strong&gt;. Take &lt;strong&gt;Off&lt;/strong&gt;. Hee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-8237762345831205708?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/8237762345831205708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/determination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/8237762345831205708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/8237762345831205708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/determination.html' title='determination'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StsOGwPBvcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/umMyOq6q0MY/s72-c/_Think_Different__by_Psychosomaticc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-3237155598775691051</id><published>2009-10-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:36:37.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost the relex to resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I have a bad habit. When I'm sad, i always shut off my phone and just push myself to a corner. 'Cause i need to concentrate. To find all the reasons in the world to stop myself from hurting me. Physically. So everytime i finish reasoning with myself, i'm exhausted. Exhausted from trying to smile or spare a thought for others. And i hate myself in this kind of state. It's as if i've gave up everything and did not bother to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest. I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; not want to care anymore. Living is like a torture. You might say that i've nothing to worry about while other countries are experiencing natural disasters. I'm just like a pampered child. I agree, i am a pampered person. But what can i do? I tried to improve everything in my life. In my opinion, i've succeeded. However, the pain that resides in my heart still does not fade. It spreads and finally it's controlling me. If i could, i swear, i would give my life for a return of a healthy body for another person. Someone who wants to live and make his/her life wondeful. But i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, i don't anything necessary for me to live for. Not friends, not lead, and not even my family. It's worthless. 'Cause no one understands me, or in some cases, don't even bother to. Others say that when you are about to die, you will feel a tinge of regret and the will to live. But these 9months, i've thinking and weighing options. I still can't find the slightest trigger to make me feel alive. I want to, but can't.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay. I should stop. Any emotional rantings are not good for me. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-3237155598775691051?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/3237155598775691051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-relex-to-resist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/3237155598775691051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/3237155598775691051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-relex-to-resist.html' title='lost the relex to resist'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9004953170418967897.post-4124328432208502194</id><published>2009-10-16T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:42:01.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StiGKYIju9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/45i1XBx4znM/s1600-h/Staring_at_the_Sky____by_MeninaLua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393208066611330002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StiGKYIju9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/45i1XBx4znM/s200/Staring_at_the_Sky____by_MeninaLua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. New blog again. When will i ever be satisfied and just settle down. Even me, i'm not sure about the answer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Sec4s graduation ceremony. To be honest. I feel blue about it. I realised, time flew. Four years passed and now everyone is moving forward. I'm not. Left behind. It's not that i'm not doing great or whining about things that could not happen at all. I just miss the moments. Like how crappy or bored the conversation during recess can be. Or how 2e5'08 is so fun yet so chaotic. I miss everything. I miss when we were thirteen and just enter Hai Sing. But now. We're all starting to turn into an adult and do what adults should be. Responsible. Though i'm gonna be spending my seventeenth year for O's. It will be great, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Kay, interview for job tml. Bye blog. Bye young night. Bye Sec4s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9004953170418967897-4124328432208502194?l=tricklingdrips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/feeds/4124328432208502194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/dcsdf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/4124328432208502194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9004953170418967897/posts/default/4124328432208502194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tricklingdrips.blogspot.com/2009/10/dcsdf.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>THIS IS NOT THE TRUTH.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15865270213500999571</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtJotsByes/StiGKYIju9I/AAAAAAAAAfM/45i1XBx4znM/s72-c/Staring_at_the_Sky____by_MeninaLua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
