<?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-4156603246246945805</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:44.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:: syrina ::.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156603246246945805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062154932707339948</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-4156603246246945805.post-2976880808005741925</id><published>2007-04-15T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:35:59.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im in low moods today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of trying to look good to feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate myself for not being someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or anything else other than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry. cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156603246246945805-2976880808005741925?l=syrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syrina.blogspot.com/feeds/2976880808005741925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4156603246246945805&amp;postID=2976880808005741925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156603246246945805/posts/default/2976880808005741925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156603246246945805/posts/default/2976880808005741925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrina.blogspot.com/2007/04/bitter.html' title='bitter'/><author><name>RINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062154932707339948</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4156603246246945805.post-6950645863130347147</id><published>2007-04-14T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:56:30.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i knw things will change..&lt;br /&gt;you're not officially mine neither am i.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty ok if you wanna look for a change..&lt;br /&gt;anyway who am i to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know,&lt;br /&gt;that you become a major role in my current life..&lt;br /&gt;the feelings have long gone deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;and, i dun really know yours towards &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me be part of your life. it doesnt have to be now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look back one day,&lt;br /&gt;and remember me always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GwHMYLcCA1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GwHMYLcCA1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every little thing - Dishwalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me in to see you in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;To get me on and all along the tears they come&lt;br /&gt;See all come, I want you to believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And when you find out who you are its too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be everylittle thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be everylittle thing you wanted, all the time, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up, just lift me up dont make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you up before you hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;See all come, you say your alright&lt;br /&gt;But i get the strangest feeling that you've gone away, you've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And when you find out who you are too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, every thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me up tonight&lt;br /&gt;Soon nothing will right at all, salvation&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you find out who you are too late to change&lt;br /&gt;Too late to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be every little thing you wanted, all the time&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish I could be every little thing you wanted every little you wanted all the time&lt;br /&gt;This time, everylittle thing you wanted all the time, oh&lt;br /&gt;But I get the strangest feeling that you've gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4156603246246945805-6950645863130347147?l=syrina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156603246246945805/posts/default/6950645863130347147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4156603246246945805/posts/default/6950645863130347147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syrina.blogspot.com/2007/04/vvery.html' title='.'/><author><name>RINA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062154932707339948</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></entry></feed>
