<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 01:19:42 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>ITS LONE GONE</title><description></description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-6150984134626417634</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-30T22:17:56.516+08:00</atom:updated><title>i moved!</title><description>i have officially moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airboyisthelove.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, theres no www(:&lt;br /&gt;much loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6150984134626417634?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-moved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-8460864388690849825</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-30T01:18:09.153+08:00</atom:updated><title>DOUBLE LIVES</title><description>im like leading double lives,&lt;br /&gt;updating my other blog and here also.&lt;br /&gt;if you want my other blog, do ask me for the link!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and, cause there like memories here too,&lt;br /&gt;im still in the midst of considering whether to close it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days,&lt;br /&gt;and siying disappears for 2 weeks! :D&lt;br /&gt;take it as a short hiatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back before you know it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8460864388690849825?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/double-lives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-710973326362058452</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-21T21:23:17.547+08:00</atom:updated><title>RUN.</title><description>sometimes i wish i have someone&lt;br /&gt;to sing this to me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't ever look back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they'll tear us apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;run baby run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;f&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;orever will be you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;check yes juliet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing, wanting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours for the taking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just sneak out and don't tell a soul goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-710973326362058452?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/run.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-8971320958645518575</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T22:12:05.208+08:00</atom:updated><title>INSIDE YOUR HEAVEN</title><description>&lt;em&gt;when we touch,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when we love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the stars line up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the wrong becomes undone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;naturally, my soul surrenders&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sun and the moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all my dreams are in your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I wanna be inside your heaven &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me to the place you cry from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a storm blows your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the earth that holds you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;every bit of air your breathin in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a soothin wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when minutes turn to days and years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if mountains fall, I'll still be here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holding you until the day I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me to the place you cry from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a storm blows your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8971320958645518575?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/inside-your-heaven.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-9132950692484197026</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-19T02:45:49.983+08:00</atom:updated><title>SOMEWHERE</title><description>Somewhere Between All Our Laughs (from the very first day),&lt;br /&gt;Long Talks (at everywhere plus supper),&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Little Fights (over nothing much)&lt;br /&gt;And All Our (Lame) Jokes,&lt;br /&gt;I Fell In Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approximately 13 more days&lt;br /&gt;and counting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-9132950692484197026?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/somewhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-4718043325301015877</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T18:03:02.301+08:00</atom:updated><title>WOULD YOU SAY,</title><description>comparisions are pointless and endless&lt;br /&gt;one should not look to comparing unless&lt;br /&gt;its to compare past and present&lt;br /&gt;learn from mistakes, reflect and move on&lt;br /&gt;comparisions are only useful in constructing someone&lt;br /&gt;anything else, is pointless&lt;br /&gt;and make everything cease to have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'she looks at the list he made, the list of how he fell in love with her&lt;br /&gt;clutching it in her hand she realises for sure,&lt;br /&gt;how things will never be the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-4718043325301015877?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/comparisions-are-pointless-and-endless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-3014861548802213270</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 08:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T16:20:11.537+08:00</atom:updated><title>AS LONG AS</title><description>a pop song having an old-age concept&lt;br /&gt;the concept of second chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what is written in your history&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as youre here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont care who you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where youre from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3014861548802213270?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-long-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-6136829128378552050</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 12:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T21:18:20.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>THATS JUST IT.</title><description>life, in so many instances&lt;br /&gt;has no second chances&lt;br /&gt;people appearing in your life,&lt;br /&gt;causing you to change directions,&lt;br /&gt;make decisions resulting in you&lt;br /&gt;never able to be the same again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those people walk out,&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind everything they once built&lt;br /&gt;they once tried to built&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may ask why i am writing all these&lt;br /&gt;i realised, if not a little too late,&lt;br /&gt;the toughest thing in life is not to ask for a second shot&lt;br /&gt;at something, a second chance in doing something right&lt;br /&gt;from anyone else for that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but finding the reason to give yourself a second chance&lt;br /&gt;finding the reason to believe you will do it right this time&lt;br /&gt;especially when you are in a position where doing it right&lt;br /&gt;is so uncertain, not something whereby you put in hard work,&lt;br /&gt;you can expect things will work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot find this reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i then now, deny myself of this second chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad, that its me i cant cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I got down on my knees and told you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was yours forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you get down on yours too and take my hand? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would we get that old time feelin', would we laugh and talk for hours &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way we did when our love first began? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6136829128378552050?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/thats-just-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-26575175083677302</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T00:29:24.884+08:00</atom:updated><title>HEATED</title><description>i just finished a heated debate with janice&lt;br /&gt;about morals and perceptions&lt;br /&gt;my brain cells are finished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more intellectual questions today please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do emotional now&lt;br /&gt;i know that there are so many people in my life in ngee ann&lt;br /&gt;who came in and out of my life but left such deep impressions&lt;br /&gt;that i will not forget for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;words are only words, but words are all i have&lt;br /&gt;i cannot begin to express how much i cherish each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;who crossed my path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shirley,weekok,rodney,shuxian&lt;br /&gt;the days of doing rubbish projects at canteen one is over&lt;br /&gt;in fact, canteen one days are over&lt;br /&gt;wherever, however we moved on in life,&lt;br /&gt;i pray that we will always stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;thank you, for giving me an opportunity to care for you&lt;br /&gt;each and every one of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate all your uniqueness and talents&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate all your friendship and time&lt;br /&gt;words cannot begin to describe&lt;br /&gt;this ending of a phase but the exciting beginning of all our lives&lt;br /&gt;my friends from ngee ann,&lt;br /&gt;our lives, have just begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-26575175083677302?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/heated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-5484176247903400494</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T01:42:54.862+08:00</atom:updated><title>WHOLE AGAIN</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Looking back on when we first met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cannot escape and I cannot forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby you're the one, you still turn me on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is laying heavy on my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems I've got too much of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since we've been apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My friends make me smile, if only for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make me whole again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its graduation today!&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;and i right now am more concerned with a growing&lt;br /&gt;pimple under my eyelid&lt;br /&gt;it says online that its caused by poor nutrition and stress&lt;br /&gt;or dirty things that touch the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i already think i knew what&lt;br /&gt;please just dont swell and burst pimple!&lt;br /&gt;i hope it goes away like with at least 20 hours of slp&lt;br /&gt;i shall hibernate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though im not sure whether i can sleep that long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-5484176247903400494?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/whole-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-8035171505006142917</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-12T01:34:15.999+08:00</atom:updated><title>CAN IT?</title><description>will things be simpler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will i not struggle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems like the right thing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me its wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/Sghg-Ftl-UI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4QCfyphql5A/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 262px; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334620880635382418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s320/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8035171505006142917?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XYK7GojZBSc/SghhbUmnSpI/AAAAAAAAAUU/yQ3eaRulSfE/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-4617628181359385423</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T15:14:25.678+08:00</atom:updated><title>STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT</title><description>&lt;em&gt;Hold up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May your smile, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shine on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be scared, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause all of the stars,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have faded away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just try not to worry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll see them someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take what you need, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be on your way and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop crying your heart out&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/8418936620305474324-4617628181359385423?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/stop-crying-your-heart-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-7579172303766948927</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T00:58:54.926+08:00</atom:updated><title>WORTH</title><description>ever wonder how people just can make you feel worthless sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;they know what to say and which area to hit just right to make you cringe&lt;br /&gt;bending over in pain looking for a place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, and we all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today however i give thanks to a person who gave me an injection&lt;br /&gt;of encouragement right when i needed the most&lt;br /&gt;it hasnt been the best week and there has been so much doubts&lt;br /&gt;in my head, cast by people of the past or present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, caught star trek today with my family&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;i however am lost when it comes to physics&lt;br /&gt;such as alternate realities, time and space travel theories&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, i just take things that happened as the way they happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday has already come,&lt;br /&gt;and this is the start of a great great week&lt;br /&gt;by faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7579172303766948927?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/worth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-3349687336715293128</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T01:35:17.688+08:00</atom:updated><title>FINALLY SOME GOOD NEWS</title><description>congrats sheng ming for getting into NRA!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;happy birthday dad! &lt;br /&gt;happy mothers day mum!&lt;br /&gt;let there be a stream of good news tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the more i learn the more i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the more my heart cant get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thats when i love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3349687336715293128?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-some-good-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-7060879394642050419</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T11:22:59.707+08:00</atom:updated><title>THOSE DAYS, WEAK</title><description>its one of those days that i have so much bad things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;that i become numb to feeling upset about the bad things&lt;br /&gt;like how i reviewed the past few days and feel that&lt;br /&gt;i have so many areas to work on, so much support i perhaps may need&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if there is any good news this week in store for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually when im upset i will go eat something good&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing that now, in fact i no longer really want to eat anything&lt;br /&gt;i can just sit here the whole day staring at the window&lt;br /&gt;my mind just a blank, thinking of nothing and remember nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of those days where im not sure how long it will last&lt;br /&gt;where im not sure even whether i want it to last&lt;br /&gt;some people are willing to let themselves mop like this forever&lt;br /&gt;sink into this pit that they themselves not want to get out from&lt;br /&gt;i for one, am not sure where the line lies now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7060879394642050419?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/those-days-weak.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-1640710424387142288</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 16:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-08T00:41:17.270+08:00</atom:updated><title>EMOTIONAL</title><description>im sick, i should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why i had to pick such nights to stay awake&lt;br /&gt;i opened the door and stood at the corridor outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the view from my house, not too high to see nothing&lt;br /&gt;and not too low to be unable to make out details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air was cold, i looked up at the skies&lt;br /&gt;then my vision blurred&lt;br /&gt;i knew it&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to ignore that&lt;br /&gt;constant tagging at my heart for so long&lt;br /&gt;i miss you, perhaps more than i thought&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1640710424387142288?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/emotional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-3578652689099668287</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2009 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-07T00:14:15.906+08:00</atom:updated><title>JACK OF ALL TRADES</title><description>i feel that im a jack of most trades&lt;br /&gt;and a master of none&lt;br /&gt;im not sure if i am happy being this way&lt;br /&gt;that remains to be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sentiments today include how much of a lousy week this is&lt;br /&gt;and how my shoulders ache from carrying the accessories around&lt;br /&gt;how the most little things in life can really ruin a day&lt;br /&gt;transport, weather etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i also believe that similarly there are so many little things&lt;br /&gt;in life that makes a great difference in my day&lt;br /&gt;getting to really rely on God in many aspects&lt;br /&gt;where we cant fill up, He always does&lt;br /&gt;and a short phone call from France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i wondered if forgetting the past allows me&lt;br /&gt;to move forward better,&lt;br /&gt;past failures and hurts&lt;br /&gt;today i wondered how to truly help people&lt;br /&gt;leaving in them something that they can rely on for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i can only do so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this life has been faith building, i experienced loss, pain, separation&lt;br /&gt;i also experienced new life, second chances, love&lt;br /&gt;i cannot help and look back at the choices i made that carried me thus far&lt;br /&gt;the wrong ones that seems etched into my mind&lt;br /&gt;and the right ones that never fails to make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just reminiscence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if tomorrow brings a lonely day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here and now i know I haven't lived in vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll cry my tears in the rain and if love never comes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can always say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been to paradise skies in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3578652689099668287?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/jack-of-all-trades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-3064948342856347719</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T22:33:40.957+08:00</atom:updated><title>BORED TO TEARS.</title><description>i am bored to tears.&lt;br /&gt;within this period of time not knowing whether im being accepted for the&lt;br /&gt;teaching position and hence not able to know my commitment&lt;br /&gt;also means i dont know what kind of job to look for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means these agonising 15 days wait is sad&lt;br /&gt;at least i can be going around looking for a job or something&lt;br /&gt;but now im just bumped at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one possible good thing is that im able to show my support&lt;br /&gt;at all of wan ting's matches, with another one tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;other things im busy with includes sorting out the accessories&lt;br /&gt;that my cousin wants to sell, helping her start an online children accessories shop&lt;br /&gt;and should any one of you like the accessories&lt;br /&gt;custom-made is also available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other good things could include trying to beat my personal high score on scramble and Hell's Kitchen. not that healthy if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of birthdays coming up, louis and shengming&lt;br /&gt;not too sure what to get either of them&lt;br /&gt;any suggestions do tag my tagboard! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-3064948342856347719?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/bored-to-tears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-6623096987258813463</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T19:40:04.402+08:00</atom:updated><title>TIME</title><description>everyone has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; desire, to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;irresistibly&lt;/span&gt; desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-6623096987258813463?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-2872965316434013762</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T18:27:18.244+08:00</atom:updated><title>ALONE.</title><description>i finally am burdened by being different&lt;br /&gt;there is within me a desire to no longer be who i am&lt;br /&gt;i tried, i really did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;no one will take pity on this heart&lt;br /&gt;scarred and wounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats the way the world works&lt;br /&gt;its this point, the make or break point&lt;br /&gt;where your values are being requestioned&lt;br /&gt;where your love undermined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving up or giving in?&lt;br /&gt;then again does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;what i live with or for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to care&lt;br /&gt;no more&lt;br /&gt;i want to love people like they deserved to be loved&lt;br /&gt;beats the superficial and temporary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will be happy&lt;br /&gt;with or without&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2872965316434013762?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-7186305936869604314</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-03T01:36:11.263+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>so much for through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;for better or worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interview was ok!&lt;br /&gt;cause it was a chinese teacher position&lt;br /&gt;so they interviewed me in chinese mostly&lt;br /&gt;so rusty at my chinese already!&lt;br /&gt;oh but wells,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do that awesome till i was amazed at myself&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do that badly till i entirely have no chance&lt;br /&gt;so its up to God now and we will see how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit here and wonder&lt;br /&gt;what is this ability we have inside of us&lt;br /&gt;to conjure up things to hurt those closest to us&lt;br /&gt;the words we say, the things we did or did not do&lt;br /&gt;its as if we are fine just stabbing each other with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what one say may not be interpreted as the exact same meaning it was intended&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it becomes a fact that we hurt who we care for and about&lt;br /&gt;no matter how carefully we phrased our sentences and choose our words&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we regret its too late&lt;br /&gt;sometimes apologies dont work wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps to you i am such a girl&lt;br /&gt;and you wondered where all the good parts went&lt;br /&gt;when we rely on the same drug that harms us to give us comfort instead&lt;br /&gt;think what you want&lt;br /&gt;say what you wish&lt;br /&gt;the accusations that stand against me i will not fight back&lt;br /&gt;what do i fight back with? i wonder&lt;br /&gt;will you then care for my well-being or be moved by my pathetic-ness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all know the answer well&lt;br /&gt;if i turned around and you did too,&lt;br /&gt;will we keep walking till our lives never intersect&lt;br /&gt;ever again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-7186305936869604314?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-much-for-through-thick-and-thin-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-8945714370279192601</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-30T13:32:44.009+08:00</atom:updated><title>DOTING.</title><description>like every other girl, i really can use some doting on&lt;br /&gt;has the harsh treatment begun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its times when you have such lousy days,&lt;br /&gt;i wish, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope my smile can distract you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope my fists can fight for two&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So it never has to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you’ll never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One may think we’re alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we need pills to sleep at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We need lies to make it through the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’re not okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Perishers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-8945714370279192601?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/doting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-1376994519633345860</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T01:13:04.495+08:00</atom:updated><title>THIN LINE.</title><description>you my friend, need a reality check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1376994519633345860?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/thin-line.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-1093945651358800147</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T17:21:47.033+08:00</atom:updated><title>RUN WITH THE HORSES</title><description>"There is little to admire and less to imitate in the people who are prominent in our culture. We have celebrities but not saints. Famous entertainers amuse a nation of bored insomniacs. infamous criminals act out the aggressions of timid conformists. petulant and spoiled athletes play games vicariously for the lazy and apathetic spectators. people, aimless and bored, amuse themselves with trivia and trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'To our chagrin we discover that the declaration of autonomy has issued not in a race of free, masterly men, but rather in a race that can be described by its poets and dramatists only as bored, vexed, frantic, embittered and sniffling'  - Tom Howard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This condition has produced an odd phenomenon: individuals who live trivial lives and then engage in evil acts in order to establish significance for themselves. assassins and hijackers attempt the gigantic leap from obscurity to fame by killing a prominent person or endangering the lives of an airplane full of passengers. often they are successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mass media report their words and display their actions. Writers vie with one another in analyzing their motives and providing psychological profiles on them. No other culture has been as eager to reward either nonsense or wickedness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to Run Wth the Horses by Eugene H. Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received the interview date to enrol into NIE to become a teacher&lt;br /&gt;im a bundle of nerves&lt;br /&gt;not only because of the interview, but also because of what God has in store for me&lt;br /&gt;i have been fearful and doubtful of where God seems to be leading&lt;br /&gt;this faith building journey thus, has just started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-1093945651358800147?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-with-horses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8418936620305474324.post-2385111878401738873</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-25T02:09:56.253+08:00</atom:updated><title>WHAT IS IT.</title><description>I live my life, the way to keep you coming back to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that you can't see?&lt;br /&gt;is there anything in your heart, that keeps you coming back to me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8418936620305474324-2385111878401738873?l=walton-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://walton-avenue.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (ELIZABETH)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>