<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934</id><updated>2009-02-21T10:58:49.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm having much too much fun to stop...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107853627024990471</id><published>2004-03-06T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T09:27:32.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.</title><content type='html'>there are too many mediocre things in the world, but LOVE shouldn't be one of them.  ~one of the most well put quotes I have ever had the pleasure of hearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107853627024990471?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107853627024990471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107853627024990471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107853627024990471' title='hmm.'/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107840099836986593</id><published>2004-03-04T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T02:31:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                                                                          &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         "Within you, I lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Without you, I find myself&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Wanting to be lost again. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sadly (one of the later realizations in my life...) the new-age fatalist.  I believe in love at first sight.  I believe in karma.  I believe in THE higher being who allows the joys &amp; pains of the fastidious yet unpredictable emotion called LOVE.  I believe in soulmates.  I believe that we should all be allowed a little fantasy...and that if this makes us all a little crazy, then so be it.  I believe in bliss.  I believe that you can kiss someone and not feel one damn thing.  I also believe that one intense shared look can spark more than a tinge of ego-boosting attraction which will consequently make you weak in the knees.    I believe in secrets.  I believe that you know for sure that it's the real thing the moment you meet him.  I believe that it will always be better to single for the right reasons, then to be with someone for all the wrong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107840099836986593?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107840099836986593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107840099836986593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107840099836986593' title=''/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107838469501197428</id><published>2004-03-04T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:21:14.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i sit here, and wonder about my life.  i pondered on something i read from a fellow blogger. (read 'em &amp; weep, why don't ya?)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.  is it better to have a life with all the 'presumed' securities it brings (a husband, kids, money, a house...you know the drill...) or a life that belongs to you and you alone?  i wonder about it at night, sitting on my comfy chair in my big house, wondering about the life i long to live.  How I long to be free from all the things that tie me down.  I long to just have a life that's more about living...i long for a love that's more about lifting my spirits.  i have a life filled with security, and it's a life i don't want. tell me, what the fuck is wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107838469501197428?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107838469501197428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107838469501197428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107838469501197428' title=''/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107829554389313755</id><published>2004-03-03T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:15:28.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The one good thing about never having been in love is that you don't long for the feeling, not having experienced it first-hand...you never actually feel you missed on something you never had.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20-something, that may be kind of pathetic...but in this woman-child's case, painstakingly true.  How often should people fall in love in a lifetime?  Will I ever find myself in that state???  Will I ever even find him??? hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107829554389313755?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107829554389313755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107829554389313755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107829554389313755' title=''/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107823604314098673</id><published>2004-03-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T15:16:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend GEC had messaaged me this yesterday after (much to my annoyance- i refuse to be defined as such...as textbook 'romantic') =&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh my God! You're such a romantic...i can't tell if it makes you happier or depressed..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107823604314098673?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107823604314098673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107823604314098673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107823604314098673' title=''/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6560934.post-107821497517975988</id><published>2004-03-02T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:54:44.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quod me nutrit me destruit  =&gt; very strong words that i adhere to.  What nourishes me also destroys me.  How true in my case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6560934-107821497517975988?l=frou-frou.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107821497517975988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6560934/posts/default/107821497517975988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frou-frou.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107821497517975988' title=''/><author><name>frou-frou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13134961705617266175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03378634536508692956'/></author></entry></feed>