<?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-5250978585470369494</id><updated>2011-05-07T06:14:04.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pebble</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5250978585470369494.post-8403571328523743550</id><published>2011-04-26T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T01:15:52.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i pray that you'll always be mine. But if god wants us to go our seperate ways, i hope we'll leave on mutual grounds and stay close. I don't wanna be forgotten as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-8403571328523743550?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/8403571328523743550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-pray-that-youll-always-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/8403571328523743550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/8403571328523743550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-pray-that-youll-always-be-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-2546273206238869262</id><published>2011-04-11T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T05:07:05.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love you more and more with each growing day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-2546273206238869262?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/2546273206238869262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-more-and-more-with-each.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/2546273206238869262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/2546273206238869262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you-more-and-more-with-each.html' title=''/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-564976751272366088</id><published>2011-04-07T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T22:23:27.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's good to be back here, nearly dying of itch back in kl. All the bites around my body are swelling and red all over. And the first thing when i returned was to be embraced by you, that really felt good. It's like i'm returning back to your arms again. I really did miss you for that whole week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-564976751272366088?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/564976751272366088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-good-to-be-back-here-nearly-dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/564976751272366088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/564976751272366088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-good-to-be-back-here-nearly-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-9095829433095514508</id><published>2011-03-31T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T07:48:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Roadtrip tmr, can't wait. But a part of me doesn't bear to leave as well as i'm so attached to a certain someone now. We've been spending some good days together and i'm wishing it'll never end. Too much quarrelling is defnitely harmful to any relationship. I'll miss you baby, you know i will, for i love you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-9095829433095514508?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/9095829433095514508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/roadtrip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/9095829433095514508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/9095829433095514508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/roadtrip.html' title='Roadtrip'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-550759978449100625</id><published>2011-03-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:17:49.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm in love with this girl who means the world to me, the one who loves to spring surprises, the one who enjoys pissing me off and hopefully, the one who cannot live without me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna be your pillar of strength and support, the one who pops up in your mind first thing in the morning and the last at night, the one who you'll come crying to/sharing your frustrations, joy, laughter, gossips and complaints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be all that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-550759978449100625?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/550759978449100625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/550759978449100625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/550759978449100625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-girl.html' title='That Girl'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-7963209659186339010</id><published>2011-03-16T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:09:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My One &amp; Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is like a rollercoaster, there're ups and downs, sideways and the big falls. Point is, at the end, you'll never regret getting on the rollercoaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like how i will never regret being together with you, there will still be rougher times ahead but i believe we will pull through them one by one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-7963209659186339010?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/7963209659186339010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-one-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/7963209659186339010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/7963209659186339010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-one-only.html' title='My One &amp; Only'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-5027313505514441074</id><published>2011-03-12T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T04:08:50.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody once told me that at a certain point in life, you'll meet that one person that changes your life. And i will be truely amazed by what impact that someone can make on me. I've definitely met that someone. But sometimes a small voice just keeps ringing in my head and question whether the changes were necessary, why bother doing stuff you never did before, why change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please show me that you're worth all that, not words but with actions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-5027313505514441074?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/5027313505514441074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/5027313505514441074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/5027313505514441074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobody.html' title='Nobody'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-9182664069843945001</id><published>2011-03-10T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:28:35.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll be going away in less than 24hours time for my selection camp, hopefully my phone will not be confiscated else someone will go crazy. she must be praying hard the whole time my camp will be cancelled so i can just further my studies instead/or rather so that she can spend more time with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's not ruin what we have but instead make a perfect picture out of it, so that we can take it with us forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-9182664069843945001?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/9182664069843945001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/9182664069843945001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/9182664069843945001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-13402135721236237</id><published>2011-03-07T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T05:36:29.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm still bumming away. mum forbids me to go tanning now cause she doesnt like me to look so burnt. still so deprived of sleep even though i'm not working. but i'm gonna drag my ass back form next week onwards. looking forward to the road trip in april as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain is killing me inside sometimes, cant you just put everything aside&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-13402135721236237?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/13402135721236237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/burnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/13402135721236237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5250978585470369494/posts/default/13402135721236237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>pebble</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12506372511117150201</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-5250978585470369494.post-4353457017668082269</id><published>2011-03-05T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:13:58.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you have no idea how good it feels to wake up every morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to see you sleeping in my arms, all huddled up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wondering what you're dreaming of that can put such a smile on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the best part of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;knowing that you are mine and i am yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;back after donkey years. guess i still havent gave up my love for writing and that i still need a space for thrashing out my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5250978585470369494-4353457017668082269?l=angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/feeds/4353457017668082269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angels-crashedmystereos.blogspot.com/2011/03/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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