﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>double_back's Xanga</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from double_back</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://double-back.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Sunday, November 08, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/716079235/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/716079235/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 04:56:20 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Okay amidst doing my I&amp;amp;R (which is certifying my slow but sure death) with a pounding headache, drinking home-made barley, listening to&amp;nbsp;Mj's Earth Song&amp;nbsp;and deciding if I should go for the zouk flea later, I have decided to move to &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;ANALOGHEARTS.TUMBLR.COM &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Contary to what many people claim, tumblr IS NOT, I repeat, IS NOT idiot-proof. Hence explaining why I can't seem to understand how to work it. &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/bummed.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;zzz I wish zee was back I have alot of time on my hands now don't know where to throw them. &lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/716079235/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, October 20, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/714878988/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/714878988/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 11:23:07 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;FONT face=Century size=6&gt;"I realised that everyone wants to be someone better, and as much as I think that I am better than her ex, it doesn't mean that I am better for her. The right one would be a person who is better for each other. She is better for me, but not the other way round. I learnt and grew a lot because of her, but not the other way around. I wish it was the same for me and her. She makes me feel inadequate, but at the same time, better about myself."&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/714878988/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, September 17, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/712261106/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/712261106/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 13:58:59 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT size=1&gt;I don't know how much more I can take. I want it all to just &lt;EM&gt;disappear.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/712261106/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, August 28, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/710743181/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/710743181/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 17:20:45 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Andale Mono" size=6&gt;&lt;FONT face="Book Antiqua"&gt;We wear our hearts on our sleeves too much. Maybe we should be more guarded with our&amp;nbsp;actions, emotions and &lt;EM&gt;especially &lt;/EM&gt;our heart. Like people who don&amp;#8217;t wrap their every heartbeat around something that comes by just because it does, just because it feels &amp;#8220;right&amp;#8221; in those few moments, and build it up to something that blows out of proportion because right at the end of the road, they will be the ones crouching down in dejection, left alone to pick up the pieces of everything that they once thought would be the picture of perfection.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/710743181/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, August 17, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/709912295/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/709912295/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 06:05:17 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 24px" height=21 src="http://s.xanga.com/images/sad.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;I want to be happy with where this is now. But I can't help but want it to be better. &lt;BR&gt;I hate feeling like this.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/709912295/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, August 10, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/709415438/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/709415438/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 15:29:53 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;A href="http://double-back.xanga.com/photos/37bc0251784080/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=580 alt=P1020124 src="http://x37.xanga.com/bc0f5a0b43632251784080/m199943527.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A href="http://double-back.xanga.com/photos/c71b4251784282/" target=_blank&gt;&lt;IMG style="BORDER-TOP-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-LEFT-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT-WIDTH: 0px" height=580 alt=P1020130 src="http://xc7.xanga.com/1b4f4b0222735251784282/m199943708.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Thank you &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/709415438/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, August 07, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/709130017/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/709130017/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 02:28:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Yesterday was awesome, I love my class, I love my team and I love my friendssss &lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&amp;nbsp;Everything was perfect except for the fact that I got rammed by a soccer ball at the back of my neck and I got a shock and bit my tongue&amp;nbsp;DAMN PAIN CAN DIE, ended up lying on the floor icing my&amp;nbsp;neck until the sun set DAMN UNGLAM. Fauzan owes me, and everyone who was there just now Swensons ice creammmmm. AND i got smacked in my shin and ankle by hockey balls while trg. Yup story of my life. &lt;BR&gt;My class surprised me with warm molten chocolate cake during one of our breaks. &lt;BR&gt;I was pretty bummed out by the fact that we had to run xcountry route for trg but guess whattttt, tas and clarice popped out from behind a tree carrying cake halfway hehe I luv you guys. We ended up eating cake and not completing the run hehehe idk if mr seet knows what we did though. &lt;BR&gt;After trg I was smelly sweat ugly tired and all ready to go home and crash, but I saw nat yuqing asyraf augustine etc.. at the canteen and they told me my mom wont be coming and that we're going to Suwenn(sons) for dinner hehehe I luv my friendsss thanks you guysssss especially yuqingggg she's so cute she spoke to my mom and to zee and tried to plan surprises yay I love her alot alottt &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/happy.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/smooch.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/heart2.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/silly.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://s.xanga.com/images/pleased.gif" width=15 border=0&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/709130017/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, August 01, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/708669287/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/708669287/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Aug 2009 14:33:21 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Tonight is a bad night. There's this tinge of sadness pulsating through my veins, or so I think. As this tingling feeling spreads throughout my body, I feel sadness slowly cultivating into anger. It scares me because I never thought I would feel this way so fast.&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;--&lt;BR&gt;Four nights ago I had this dream. I remember waking up feeling extremely confused and disturbed, it was like my whole mind got thrown into this mental turmoil. I didn't dare to tell anyone about it till a few days after but somehow that muddled&amp;nbsp;feeling still stuck, till now. What the fuck am I doing. Honestly. &lt;/FONT&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/708669287/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, July 21, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/707771498/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/707771498/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 14:14:38 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;There are still random times where I feel like shit and I wish you could hear your voice in my ear&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/707771498/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, July 19, 2009</title><link>http://double-back.xanga.com/707574451/item/</link><guid>http://double-back.xanga.com/707574451/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 04:12:27 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;It's 1300 I am supposed to be making my way our for Harry Potter I am supposed to be excited BUT WHY AM I NOT. Yesterday was good, the day before yesterday was good. After last night, I realised that I am good at listening to people rant, but other than that I am pretty bad at offering them help or making them feel better. Which sucks. I wish I could be a better friend for you you and you. Tomorrow is not going to be good I have classes till 5pm and then training after that. I need to start sleeping early so I can actually stay up in class and listen. I miss zee alot and it has only been one week how am I going to last another two more months. Okay I raelly have to go for HP now. Bye!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://double-back.xanga.com/707574451/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>