<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1622725746655184902</id><updated>2026-10-08T08:45:20.189-07:00</updated><category term="Spontaneous Write UPs"/><title type='text'>Thoughts and Works</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dawaknight.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1622725746655184902/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dawaknight.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dawa Knight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05809197958388111920</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1622725746655184902.post-3207488001310520087</id><published>2022-03-21T20:26:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2022-04-10T07:38:39.841-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Spontaneous Write UPs"/><title type='text'>See You When I See You. </title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;It had been a long
journey, a journey that I had embarked since my school days to my adulthood, to
write.&amp;nbsp;

One of my friends told me
once, sometime in 2012 : Why do you want to act like a Philosopher? We are both
from middle class families.



I never understood what she was trying to tell me then, and I still haven’t. To
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