<?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-277902908626657720</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:43:56.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper</title><subtitle type='html'>won't you take me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>d a r k l i n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621112872846318788</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277902908626657720.post-9021326036015251866</id><published>2009-02-09T20:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:03:43.298Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleidess.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies for the inconvenience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277902908626657720-9021326036015251866?l=hwaen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/feeds/9021326036015251866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/02/moved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/9021326036015251866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/9021326036015251866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/02/moved.html' title=''/><author><name>d a r k l i n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621112872846318788</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-277902908626657720.post-3037967823272368580</id><published>2009-02-07T00:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:52:56.900Z</updated><title type='text'>unedited</title><content type='html'>It snowed! It snowed! In London! And I mean, proper snow that lasts a few days...not the melt-upon-contact-with-ground 'snow' that we've only ever had here so far. The heaviest snowfall in 18 years...pretty. The best part:  Uni teaching was cancelled for 2 whole days! :) So what did all the bright young students of London do? Well what else, snowfights and snowmen and snow angels laaaa. Fun stuff. Oooh, my sentences have grown so fragmented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked down Tottenham Court Road a few minutes ago, I just realised how tolerant I have become of the cold. It was 1 degree Celsius..and yet I was pretty snug with just a short jacket and shirt. Granted, the jacket is kinda warm. And pretty, not that it matters. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I awoke with weird aching body. Left foot can't straighten without pain. Aches from right shoulder blade to chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is beckoning me to think of it, thank goodness I still have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I count my blessings? I have so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one day I was trolling through facebook when I saw his profile..and my heart skipped a beat all over again. Charming, ain't it? These wild, romantic crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My violin strings have lived...nearly four years. That's way too old. I'll need to get new ones soon, and, a bow. So among the random things I was thinking of pursuing come the next major aka extended holidays are advanced mandarin, calligraphy, beginner's jap, continuation of French, oils, music, and writing. Work comes first though. I want/need the exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how I've always said that I wanted to do this and that to my hair, but never actually did it? Well, I really like my hair the way it is, the colour and waves and curls and straight parts and cut...so for now...I guess I'm not doing anything. Because I might regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto + Mando duets are beautiful things. I'm 20 and still think Lee-Hom is the cutest, coolest Chinese dude. Jay Chou's latest album....really didn't do it for me. I miss his edge. I like Tsai Qin(Chin?), woman with lovely solo voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ken, for hearing me out through a night of insane emo-ness. I know you won't read this but I figured I should thank you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277902908626657720-3037967823272368580?l=hwaen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/feeds/3037967823272368580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/02/unedited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/3037967823272368580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/3037967823272368580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/02/unedited.html' title='unedited'/><author><name>d a r k l i n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621112872846318788</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-277902908626657720.post-5451266552816087255</id><published>2009-01-29T05:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:27:29.159Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do. It's 5.18am on a Thursday. Why am I awake? Currently, feel like drowning myself in cheesy k-dramas. Afloat on nothing, without the ease. I lie restless, ready to sleep from sheer exhaustion. So much to do, so little time. Freedom in chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. yawn. zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277902908626657720-5451266552816087255?l=hwaen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/feeds/5451266552816087255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/5451266552816087255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/5451266552816087255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>d a r k l i n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621112872846318788</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-277902908626657720.post-3119262749001703089</id><published>2009-01-11T13:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:44:03.543Z</updated><title type='text'>pilot</title><content type='html'>I return and seem to move seamlessly between this and that. But it feels as if I am back to where I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where I am, what I have left behind and where I am headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/277902908626657720-3119262749001703089?l=hwaen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/feeds/3119262749001703089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/01/pilot_11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/3119262749001703089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/277902908626657720/posts/default/3119262749001703089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hwaen.blogspot.com/2009/01/pilot_11.html' title='pilot'/><author><name>d a r k l i n g</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04621112872846318788</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
