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    <category>Vacation</category>
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      <title>ghianti</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/135.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 17:12:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i try much and i try hard,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but little dolphine is waving from the back and front,
i turn around, look around,
swimming against the wave near and far,
but it hurts when it tears the broken heart another mile apart.

believing miracle is just being naive,
no matter a helpless wave nor souless scream,
never gonna make it the song of a broken heart,
trying is an act of suicidal and suicidal.



 
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      <title>Penthaphyllum</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/134.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Jul 2007 19:16:46 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
    i relate life with stagnancies, plain, numb and blank.  I thought i dislike life so much, eventually it is not, only now, my  discovery told me i know nothing about life, taste nothing about life,  and i just unable to further motivate myself start the engine and  zrooom for the search.hmm..maybe, i am already out of curiosity.  I  just never stop sorting out troubles and hassles in every wonderful  thing. 
    Why am I still here then? perhaps, some contribution for trash &amp;amp; crap...

Like any of my ordinary Sunday, after a partied Saturday, i just enjoy  my espresso so much under... (more)</description>
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      <title>Gingerosea</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/133.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2007 17:13:13 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 Fair fare  
it is the afternoon breeze flare, windy  
it is white on a flat, leafy at side,  
it is buttery intense black inside, swinging scent,  
it is a same looking cup that we used to have, but it never the same, ever.    

Pale spill  
It is the clear blue sky, shinny  
It is four angled box, gold by side,  
It is the bitter sweet, tint between two fingers,  
it is a fag that never taste like the one we shared, but it keep ache-in, forever.    

Shall be staying in, where?  
Shall be living with it, why?  
Shall be leaving all, when?  
Shall be nothing at all….    

Spending my time,... (more)</description>
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      <title>trial no harm</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/132.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 May 2007 08:20:25 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Michelia Alba</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/131.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 17:21:22 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 you open up my walk path without doubt,
you brings light brighter than sunshine i ever seen,
you spark passion i never felt,
you heat my coffee like no one else did,
you shade me with your great wing dearly,
you shower me with dreams endlessly,
you fear my tears away,
you embroid each of my minutes with candy,
you should have be the one, and only,

but i was loaded with histories, memories and miseries,

i has grey cloud histories,
i has tanggled memories,
i has mysteries in miseries,
i has unhealable broken spirit,
i has miscursed soul,
i has fumed dignity,

as if i wasn't been that,
as... (more)</description>
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      <title>The Exotic of Interlocking </title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/130.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 30 Nov 2006 18:53:05 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 My motivation is a little washed out today. I have training to go on this Saturday morning, again. I skipped the seminar I am supposed to attend just now at Tropicana, and also my golf lesson. My trainer must be a very un-professional Golf-Pro since he don't really bother about my consistency in frequency of practical.

Along my way home, I felt really depressive. Reason, I can't stop figuring out why the heck someone spend so much time/effort to design/construct such a nice landscaped Highway around town. In proper way, I would raise my curiosity that way, in the other simple way, I could... (more)</description>
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      <title>up &amp; down</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/129.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 13:34:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>    arghhhhhh after all the up and down at highland evil-devil land, i resume mahjong at J place and got some &quot;down&quot; damn... however last night thanks to my precious baby who sms me! that's why i always say it is worth me to miss you and love you so much!!!! i won some bucks after multitasking my hand with mahjong tiles and phone sms... hehe.. and that place has bad network coverage so i just focus at my games later... 

i am so tired and i want a resign... i need to hand in my letter as soon i think... i just feeling so down and moody and hope not to do any shit at the moment, basically i am... (more)</description>
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      <title>hil-phimp</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/128.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 08:49:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 mummy gimme this. she almost lost the whole packet of this that she bought during her trip. ta--daaaaaa~~


i want cofffffeeeeeeeee and i needddddddd more latteeeeeeeeeeeeeee
by the beach~~~

i think i took this when i was too exhausted finishing up some work in my room last night.. i took a picture of my ceiling....


and a picture of the staircase at the door steps of my room that i use every day..



i must ve too darn free eh... neh.. my weekend full of outing daily and full of work.. but i am just lazy....
and perhaps... crazy... just not horny... where is my maxieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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      <title>KLFC</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/127.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2006 17:43:01 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I think for the past few weeks we has been hanging too much at KLFC. I feel terribly sick with the annoying noise there. 

I had a weird dream again. I saw him at the clubhouse car-parking compound motionless waving for help. The last I saw him walking away with a smile full of hope for harmonious light. This time, the sky really cloudy and his surrounding is too silence for him. He tries so hard crawling helplessly as if he is trying to escape from something everyone can't see. I have no clue how I should approach him to wipe his blood from his eyes. Seem like he too motionless to determine... (more)</description>
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      <title>fungitative</title>
      <link>http://feyfey.blogdrive.com/archive/126.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 18:34:10 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>you are gay you are gay.
you are pigish you are pigish.
yummy uncle bob pop-fillet chick!
it's hot and spiiiicieeee...

Damn i think i miss the movie Amelia again................. did i spelled it wrong again?
fark it.

i know i hate it and still hate it,
but it is still growing and growing,
i hope not to find out why and so,
i just not knowing why and not wondering.

I know i like it and still like it,
but it is still stenching and stenching,
i hope not to fly up shy and slow,
i just not missing only the blue moon.

i miss you too much to remember you.

 
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