<?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-3777232013700261272</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:54:04.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk To The Thumb...No More</title><subtitle type='html'>when u feel that the world towards the end, just draw a smiley face on ur cutie thumb. As ur thumb will be ur fren, no matter ur'r in cheers or in numb...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777232013700261272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>talktothethumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517498228032172211</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777232013700261272.post-8991214387820587817</id><published>2007-06-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:02:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ShELteRinG FriEndS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/Rm69vKG19uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z7TmuoJ7P_o/s1600-h/4083810516[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075202447957685986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/Rm69vKG19uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z7TmuoJ7P_o/s320/4083810516%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/Rm66fqG19sI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1OMn2eWYwtw/s1600-h/2414047546[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Verse 1]You had my heart and we'll never be a world apartMaybe in magazinesBut you'll still be my starBaby 'cause in the dark you can't see shiny cardsAnd that's when you need me there with you I'll always share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Chorus]Because when the sun shines, we shine togetherTold you I'd be here forever, said I'll always be your friendTough enough, Imma stick it out to the endNow that it's raining more than neverKnow that we'll still have each other You can stand under my umbrella (x2) ella ella eh eh eh under my umbrella (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;[Verse 2]Fancy ThingsWill never come in betweenYou're part of my entityIf for infinityAnd the world has took his partWhen the world has dealt his cardsIf the head is highTogether we'll mend your heart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be kind to others. But when we kind enough n accidently do a bad thing, people will tend to remember the thing forever n ever . We think our fren know us. Do they? Or it is just a phrase that make us feel comfortable that we have friends. Why bad person, when they did a good thing, than people tend to remember the thing forever. Now, should we be the good person n b remembered as a bad person or b  a bad person n b remembered as once did a good thing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why should we have to comfort others while they never care what we feels? or never bother to comfort us? In this world, is there any sincererity left. All I can remember is people kept saving their own ass. Where's the holy spirit of a friend gone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If u can't help me, do u entitled to b my friend... If i'm ur friend, what can u give me... Can u bring me to a certain level... Can i use u... What asset that u have that can i share... Do u have the beauty that i can share n b proud with if I become ur fren... Are u a smart ass that can lift me together in order to get  to my gold... Choose ur fren! Of course, but in what criteria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fren, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why is it so hard to find true fren? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777232013700261272-8991214387820587817?l=talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/feeds/8991214387820587817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3777232013700261272&amp;postID=8991214387820587817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777232013700261272/posts/default/8991214387820587817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777232013700261272/posts/default/8991214387820587817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/2007/06/sheltering-friends.html' title='ShELteRinG FriEndS'/><author><name>talktothethumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517498228032172211</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/Rm69vKG19uI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z7TmuoJ7P_o/s72-c/4083810516%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3777232013700261272.post-1884881829995995674</id><published>2007-06-05T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:13:57.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/RmVde6G19rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aJRaeEX0roY/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072563340878149298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/RmVde6G19rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aJRaeEX0roY/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knock knock. I'm back. Back to the world of writing. I've gave up last time cause errors occur in my beloved cute lil blog..huhuhuh..uwaaaa.. N now, i've joined again.. For what..Dun ask. I also dun know. Ahahahaha. Well... wellcome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3777232013700261272-1884881829995995674?l=talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/feeds/1884881829995995674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3777232013700261272&amp;postID=1884881829995995674' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777232013700261272/posts/default/1884881829995995674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3777232013700261272/posts/default/1884881829995995674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talktothethumbnomore.blogspot.com/2007/06/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>talktothethumb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00517498228032172211</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GpmhQ8kr2UQ/RmVde6G19rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aJRaeEX0roY/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
