<?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-830301308882375236</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:23:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>United Circles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unitedcircles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830301308882375236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitedcircles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LDY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/tabitha_moo/Lala%20Land%20Related/26854867939540m.jpg'/></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-830301308882375236.post-4343366439982029579</id><published>2007-08-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:34:12.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last</title><content type='html'>And so I didn’t anticipate that this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unitedcircles began in early 2004 as a secret avenue for expression. It was then revised some mid-2004 and became public. Unitedcircles was eventually abandoned sometime in 2005 after the development of a new URL. Since the server assigned to the new URL crashed, unitedcircles was revived by end 2005 and since has been breathing non-stop with cryptic messages and incoherent entries accounting the trials and tribulations of being me, Lydia Shah. Until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, due to positively unforeseen and fucking irritating circumstances, I have reluctantly decided that unitedcircles will no longer unite circles. In English: This blog will no longer function as a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered going to this extreme on numerous occasions, however I perservered through it all, never succumbing to society and their incessant demands to get me to abandon my thoughts. However, this time around, I find myself ploughing through the should-I-shouldn't-I uncertainty again (over the same matter, I must add), and I realised that the only way to end the persistent self-questioning is to just go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After consultation with a dear friend of mine (Jaryl George Solomon), I realised that the blog was no longer serving its purpose towards me. I had always hoped that some 1000 years down the road, I’d still be on unitedcircles, telling people about how I dropped my fake teeth in the toilet again. However, due to the above mentioned irritating circumstances that have so unfortunately plagued my life, I will not be blogging some 1000 years from now telling people about my fake teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For several years, my blogging style was never hampered by society’s misreadings/stupidity (because misreading and stupidity didn’t exist in society some four years ago). Unfortunately now with NEWater in our drinks, it’s been affecting all of our brains and we can only read blogs correctly if our monitors are hung upside down. As a result, many poor victimised souls like myself (and a few other people who seem to be experiencing similar problems) are wrongfully misread by people who failed Lit and think that my blog is gonna be tested for their next unseen prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know about the other victims, but for me, I have decided to take action and hence end unitedcircles’ purpose of being a blog. The purpose of this is not to cave in to society’s neurotic demands but rather to alleviate myself from arising problems that are affecting myself and the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found other avenues of expression and to a certain extent, I find that this is a very apt time to close my blog. Going back to school now, opens a new chapter in my life and it would be nice to start it fresh through an improved avenue which is currently out of bounds to most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will like to end of in the most typically Lydia fashion (cryptic but fucking blatant): Oh brilliant souls! You know who you people are! Remember this: &lt;strong&gt;YOU MADE ME SHUT DOWN MY FUCKING BLOG BECAUSE YOU PEOPLE THINK MY WHOLE LIFE REVOVLES AROUND YOUR FUCKING TERRORISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;, I am &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY &lt;/strong&gt;referring to you and you people know who the hell you are. So you terrorise me at 2 in the morning with your annoying ‘&lt;em&gt;concerns&lt;/em&gt;’ and deprive me of a day’s worth of sleep. I went through measures like this because of my undying love for your very very good friend who is caught in the midst of all this crossfire and I think it’s not fair to him. But to be fair to you people, I will now tell you that &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; referring to you and I will now tell you that &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; pissed at you people for the time being and I will continue to be until my brain shoves you somewhere in my subconcious and you all fade into something called ‘&lt;em&gt;oblivion&lt;/em&gt;’. So you people and your giant egos think everything’s about you and all this time you thought I was terrorising you with my cryptic messages and so on. But now, I will take this very last opportunity to &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; terrorise you by letting the whole population of planet Earth know that you pissed &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; off and you are the &lt;strong&gt;SOLE&lt;/strong&gt; reasons why this blog no longer functions as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Boo Hoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some days/months/years ahead we’d all be friends again, and we’d laugh at this stupid last entry and pretend that this whole episode just never really happened. You will realise that you were all idiots and all my previous entries had nothing to do with you. But for now, I am immensely upset by the situation and the outcome of it which is mainly terrorising me and your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am disappointed by&lt;/strong&gt; your poor level of understanding, &lt;strong&gt;but I will dismiss it because I deem&lt;/strong&gt; you green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am disappointed by&lt;/strong&gt; the fact that I had assigned the word 'friends' to my association with you, &lt;strong&gt;but I will dismiss it because I deem&lt;/strong&gt; me naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am disappointed by&lt;/strong&gt; your assumptions of my non-existent affection simply because I don't fit your stupid measurements of what love is, &lt;strong&gt;but I dismiss it because I deem&lt;/strong&gt; you ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truly breaks my heart (in ways you pampered souls can never imagine) to see this go because unitedcircles simply encompassed my every being and unitedcircles was fundamentally who I was (but you couldn't see that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my loyal readers (besides these few who are misreading me) for the support over the years. I am well aware that I am disappointing many of you by taking such extreme measures. I had thought about this for very long and only after two mornings ago, I was sure I had to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My favourite quote: &lt;em&gt;Sometimes you do things not because you want to but because you have to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of my loyal readers, thank you for not judging me or misreading me. I thank you for putting up with all my hidden messages and staying with me throughout all the shit I went through all those years. I thank you for your patience, support and the wonderful friendship which, through all this, I suddenly see, will last me a very very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Regards,&lt;br /&gt;LeeDeeYa&lt;br /&gt;(Chief MToW)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830301308882375236-4343366439982029579?l=unitedcircles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unitedcircles.blogspot.com/feeds/4343366439982029579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=830301308882375236&amp;postID=4343366439982029579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830301308882375236/posts/default/4343366439982029579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830301308882375236/posts/default/4343366439982029579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unitedcircles.blogspot.com/2007/08/last.html' title='The Last'/><author><name>LDY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b225/tabitha_moo/Lala%20Land%20Related/26854867939540m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
