<?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-3936631</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:45:05.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my reasons and justifications for living</title><subtitle type='html'>what better thing to do than put up a challenge for myself? right, show my irresponsibility to the world. why not then, if the rest are up for for it, then i am too~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raison-detre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raison-detre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>raison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06720430306193748663</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3936631.post-84360805</id><published>2002-11-11T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T05:38:54.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It hasn't been very easy for me getting this far. I have to admit, quoting from Eileen JueShiHaoBra/JueShiHaoB. The colour is bad, the design is bad, the inspiration is bad, the blog sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my before-becoming-shcizophrenic-maniac days. I've wondered a lot about life. I've wondered about before life, about after life. How am I to know that it's the trials and tribulations of &lt;i&gt;during&lt;/i&gt; life I should be worrying about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that morning, I had a dream. I dreamt about us being on a secluded beach. Paradise, some people may call it. People around, some friends, some fictitious characters that my subconscious mind conjured up. The things that happened, unthinkable, the first-time-in-my-lifes. There is definitely something wrong with me looking so much into it. I might even swear now at this moment in time never to mention it again. But I won't, because Iknow I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Go on mock my crazy writing-habits/skills. Maybe you're even laughing at something non-existent. Wahahah, I've proved you as crazy as me. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3936631-84360805?l=raison-detre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936631/posts/default/84360805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3936631/posts/default/84360805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raison-detre.blogspot.com/index.html#84360805' title=''/><author><name>raison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06720430306193748663</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>
