<?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-8867017158412824567</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:08:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>humprey is humprey</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a blog of humprey...
it describes me and the rest of me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humpreyme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867017158412824567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humpreyme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>humprey</name><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-8867017158412824567.post-2190483115799562233</id><published>2009-06-03T21:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:52:33.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story begins</title><content type='html'>It has been years already and everyone is getting old, but there was still part of me that doesn't really change. For some time I remember my days as a kid, and it is necessary for me to cope with the changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people I have have known that can't be living right now and I think it is part of life ever since. Mr. Faust, our old neighbor died months ago from tuberculosis. My favorite radio announcer Tiya Dely also died already. And Ernie Baron too. Well maybe yes to me I will be lucky if I reach age forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my life to be useful. It is only one and things that happened can't always be undone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8867017158412824567-2190483115799562233?l=humpreyme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humpreyme.blogspot.com/feeds/2190483115799562233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humpreyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867017158412824567/posts/default/2190483115799562233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8867017158412824567/posts/default/2190483115799562233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humpreyme.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-begins.html' title='the story begins'/><author><name>humprey</name><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></feed>
