﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>babyJaslyn's Xanga</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from babyJaslyn</description><language>en-gb</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, April 19, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699428393/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699428393/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2009 14:55:23 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;seriously, why need to put it out loud on ur blog to tell ppl abt the past. (the part which i love you alot) eh wait, i didnt tell you when i stop loving you doesnt mean i'm still loving you. lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;yes you yourself say we are impossible ever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;wat i simply did is.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;move on. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;duh. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;don blame my boy, he's just going with his heart. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;everyone lies too. :) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;if it's a celebration to you, you wont be saying all these things. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;ain't i right?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699428393/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, April 18, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699353446/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699353446/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2009 19:40:38 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i realise i trust too easily, i believe too easily. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i felt cheated.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i feel disgusted at this point abt how fake you are, and seriously i dont know which words you had said are true.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;feel seriously sick that i even put you in consideration.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;so all along a theft is calling "catch the theft!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;wow&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;impressive.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;well, fair enough.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;you&amp;nbsp;wont even&amp;nbsp;be the last person i ever wan to be heard off even if it's end of the world. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;well done.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;history.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;:)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;oh good news. 18april is the mark of my new life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;all thanks to my dear dennis chew chin hwee!! ahhahas. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;thanks for being with me all this while and accept who i am baby. really appreciate alot for all you had done for me. insisting on being by my side when i ask you to leave. insisting that one day i will see what you had done for me. and i finally see it. :)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;baby is slping on my bed, gotta wake him up in an hour time so he can catch the first bus home. poor baby. both of us is so so so broke till we have to think what to eat for the next meal. sob sob. we shall persever tgt!! lalalala. no worries, i believe we will get through it tgt one day. lol.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;ouch i need to keep myself awake. zzzz freaking feel like slping alr. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i realise my blog timing abit cock up. -.-&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/699353446/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, April 13, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698842222/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698842222/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2009 19:27:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i dreamt, i dreamt of three people last nite.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;three that i care so much but there's nth i can do abt it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;one that i shld have let go long ago.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;one that&amp;nbsp;i hurted deeply with myself not knowing what i did. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;one that is still so foolish to hang around and stay for me. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;what i wan, wat i need, wat i see, no longer matter anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;for death is giving me the mercy and is slapping me in my face to be brave and face it all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;for death doesnt want me in his world at this time. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;for i know, death is just an easy way out, easy way ot of this fucking boring torturing fake world. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;which i turn fake to deal with it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;well done.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;be gone, am gone.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;bye&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698842222/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 12, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698736024/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698736024/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:00:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;things being going through my mind, surprisingly i have no idea what when though&amp;nbsp;my mind at all. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;just blank, real blank. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i chose to escape, i chose to run. and i'll run forever. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;take real care&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i wont be around to hurt you deeper, for i'm a minor. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698736024/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, April 10, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698487717/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698487717/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:56:55 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;dead. i'm dead. i wish i'm reali dead. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;sorry.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;jus sorry. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698487717/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, April 08, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698346695/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698346695/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 20:43:50 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i fuck myself real hard.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;yes i did.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;it doesnt matter anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698346695/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, April 05, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698015386/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698015386/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 20:48:26 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;just fucking stop all this. i cant take it already. i'm ruining myself because i cant get over it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;no point explaining anymore.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;I FUCKING BETRAYED YOU. IF THAT WHAT YOU THINK, THEN SO BE IT. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;you are right, then go ahead and be right. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i'll be the bad one. let me take all the blame. let me take all the shit. let me ruin myself. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;since it dont fucking make a diff now. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/698015386/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, April 02, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697676395/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697676395/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 22:12:10 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i went back to the prawning place. the place i being trying to avoid for sometimes. i realise, somehow or somewhere, there's still sight of your shadow lingering around like a wandering soul. out of somewhere, the taste of bitterness came biting into my heart.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i dont know who you refering to about in your blog. it could be me, or someone new who came into your life who bring you hope rather then the pain i cause to you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i guess it's retribution, cause i, myself, cant walk out of the heartbroken moment i had caused to us. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i thought burning the&amp;nbsp;photos helps, i thought keeping the stuff in the corner of the room helps, i thought moving on with my life and trying my best&amp;nbsp;not to hear or know anything about you helps. but i still cant&amp;nbsp;kick the habit of having polar to make me sleep peacefully everytime. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;can i dont think about you? no i cant. but i'm trying not to. i'm trying to tell myself i dont miss you. but truth cant be beaten.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;let me stay this way, for you are better without me, for i can make do being like this alone. i dont have a choice. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i guess i'll be fine alone. just me alone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i still pray for you. be happy, be well.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;:)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697676395/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, March 29, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697254675/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697254675/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 23:31:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;fed up fed up. wat the fuck happen to me?! why the fuck your face came up after so long. i tot i long forget you. somehow or someway you still linger somewhere. and i'm fed up. i'm fed up with relationship now. fuck bgf!! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;knnbccb. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i know i'm better off being alone. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/697254675/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, March 16, 2009</title><link>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/695905982/item/</link><guid>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/695905982/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 20:26:47 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;some how i feel fuck up about some part of my life. yes i do. i seriously fucking do. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;let it be. i cant be bothered anymore. there nth i can do. so be it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;i'm killing my own soul for your marcy. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://babyjaslyn.xanga.com/695905982/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>