<?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-16858674</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:19:12.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Gabbie Ng</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16858674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668117069757576429</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-16858674.post-112705385995939705</id><published>2005-09-18T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:30:59.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16858674-112705385995939705?l=gabbieng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/feeds/112705385995939705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16858674&amp;postID=112705385995939705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16858674/posts/default/112705385995939705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16858674/posts/default/112705385995939705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668117069757576429</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-16858674.post-112703995896260699</id><published>2005-09-18T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T18:39:18.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Up Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeling very mood and restless on a Sunday nite, whole mind keep on thinking of Fiona, I not sure what’s going&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On in me, I also not sure where I stands in her heart now, im unsure the greetings she said to me like dear, darling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honey have anymore special meanings or not as she starts to use those on almost all her friends regardless or girls or guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe I’m just over sensitive, I can feel one of the reason she yet to accept me as her boyfriend is due to the things I said to her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regarding my parents, even thou I told her I will fight for her... but as a girl, she will feel afraid to go on a relationship with me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scare one day something might happen to both of us which will hurt her feelings which she has been through many times. Sometimes I &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Really feel sorry for her. But I will ensure her that my parents will not act like how alpha's parents did to xuan, they are my parents, so &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know they wont, further more this our world, not theirs, so they should never affect us. But right now I’m still lost, still confuses. How &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I can go back to the great old past where we are so much happy together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16858674-112703995896260699?l=gabbieng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/feeds/112703995896260699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16858674&amp;postID=112703995896260699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16858674/posts/default/112703995896260699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16858674/posts/default/112703995896260699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabbieng.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuck-up-sunday.html' title='Fuck Up Sunday'/><author><name>Gabbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668117069757576429</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></feed>
