<?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-5698635740697166512</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:05:37.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronauts on Bicycles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-1861154854967832604</id><published>2011-03-01T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:43:28.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parting note</title><content type='html'>Dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're reading this then you are one smart little tiny rodent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbyes are tough and its easier here.&lt;br /&gt;better than a letter, i'm sending you letters from half of Asia through here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to write the apology letter because i think i'll be lying in half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wished i didn't need to leave so early though, spend one more family sunday with everyone, spend my birthday with others, do my folio, stuff like that. But i was kinda desperate and jaded at that moment so i clicked "confirm booking". I think really miss you alot on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun on yours and maybe we'll get to meet on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-1861154854967832604?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/1861154854967832604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/1861154854967832604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2011/03/parting-note.html' title='parting note'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-3562498418094321219</id><published>2011-02-16T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:00:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And all she wants is just a little piece of this dream&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-3562498418094321219?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/3562498418094321219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/3562498418094321219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2011/02/catching-it.html' title='Catching it'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-4600673360459860367</id><published>2011-02-12T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T03:50:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are your friends</title><content type='html'>The hellish revelation of knowing that your friends will never do the same as you would has finally sank into me. Subtly and slowly in all of this i get it. i really do want to fly off right now- forget the birthdays and events that are coming... Its just that, i need to do somethings and wait for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired. I want to run now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say she's never contented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-4600673360459860367?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/4600673360459860367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/4600673360459860367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-are-your-friends.html' title='We are your friends'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-4923650203396976095</id><published>2011-02-11T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:00:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>James walked in to tell me that i was extended to the 28 of Feb, maybe it was the look on my face that read "fuck this shit, I'll never go on my backpacking trip", because at 6pm, he said- "tomorrows' your last day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point i was scraping the Asia trip and planning for Europe, i guess I'll still be doing Asia then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-4923650203396976095?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/4923650203396976095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/4923650203396976095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-tired-im-tired-im-tired.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-2886161488149087271</id><published>2010-08-24T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T01:25:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little lion man</title><content type='html'>weep little lion man,&lt;br /&gt;you're not as brave as you were at the start&lt;br /&gt;rate yourself and rake yourself,&lt;br /&gt;take all the courage you have left&lt;br /&gt;wasted on fixing all the problems&lt;br /&gt;that you made in your own head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-2886161488149087271?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2886161488149087271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2886161488149087271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-lion-man.html' title='Little lion man'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-2506478965892789181</id><published>2010-08-13T04:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T04:28:13.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Dara</title><content type='html'>Dara is going to be the 3rd person that knows and seen my blog. She should be honored and buy me Henikien this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-2506478965892789181?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2506478965892789181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2506478965892789181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-dara.html' title='Hello Dara'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-5706021288946189903</id><published>2009-12-25T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T00:56:00.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up and had a chat with my liver. We're going on a vegetable diet from today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-5706021288946189903?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/5706021288946189903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/5706021288946189903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-woke-up-today-and-had-chat-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5698635740697166512.post-2658078136584954735</id><published>2009-12-24T18:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T04:24:34.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Xmas</title><content type='html'>I swallowed my one and only Christmas note.  Or maybe it was a trap set up for me all along, Christmas notes in cookies… everyone knows I gobble up my food. I really hate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes made this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;1. Not getting my plane ticket to Indonesia, although I had plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;2. Not going to my friend’s party.&lt;br /&gt;3. Going back to zouk... AGAIN and AGAIN and EVERY FUCKING YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa if you’re listening, I’m sorry I’ve been naughty. I promise to be good next year. Please leave in 50 grand in my stockings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5698635740697166512-2658078136584954735?l=epilogues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2658078136584954735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5698635740697166512/posts/default/2658078136584954735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://epilogues.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-that-time-of-year.html' title='I hate Xmas'/><author><name>Epilogues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603575851552639926</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>
