<?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-6288682457225982309</id><updated>2011-06-10T11:02:55.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youandme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-226676460324364376</id><published>2011-06-10T10:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:02:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each day is getting better, don't bother looking at all the stupid drama that happened in the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpt-YHLtXKk/TfGImfRdHOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/gokgYynEdvA/s1600/247579_10150197191849514_521129513_6929427_1411614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpt-YHLtXKk/TfGImfRdHOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/gokgYynEdvA/s320/247579_10150197191849514_521129513_6929427_1411614_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616420405118835938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you're the person who never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-226676460324364376?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/226676460324364376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/06/each-day-is-getting-better-dont-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/226676460324364376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/226676460324364376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/06/each-day-is-getting-better-dont-bother.html' title='Each day is getting better, don&apos;t bother looking at all the stupid drama that happened in the past.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpt-YHLtXKk/TfGImfRdHOI/AAAAAAAAC7c/gokgYynEdvA/s72-c/247579_10150197191849514_521129513_6929427_1411614_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-2165060168569717508</id><published>2011-04-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:13:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have you ever think of me?</title><content type='html'>he said he like me cause I'm a girl with a mind of my own, not easily wavered by what others say. he like it when I smile, cause I'm cute. he said he like me cause im soft hearted. he like me cause I act like a child sometimes but in actual fact I'm a mature person who knows how to differentiate right from wrong. he said my character is the winning point, my look is a bonus. but what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-2165060168569717508?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/2165060168569717508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-ever-think-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/2165060168569717508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/2165060168569717508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/04/have-you-ever-think-of-me.html' title='have you ever think of me?'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-3345180293257602618</id><published>2011-04-10T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:11:00.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its hard when you know you shouldn’t hold on and yet you are too in love to let go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hwGzWSJnfA/TaFjbuQJZ6I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/lwyBln_7aSY/s1600/truee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hwGzWSJnfA/TaFjbuQJZ6I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/lwyBln_7aSY/s320/truee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593861540094240674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so which one am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-3345180293257602618?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/3345180293257602618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-hard-when-you-know-you-shouldnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/3345180293257602618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/3345180293257602618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-hard-when-you-know-you-shouldnt.html' title='Its hard when you know you shouldn’t hold on and yet you are too in love to let go.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hwGzWSJnfA/TaFjbuQJZ6I/AAAAAAAAC7Q/lwyBln_7aSY/s72-c/truee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-6108587057473148546</id><published>2011-03-29T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T19:35:34.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i may not be as pretty as other girls, but i've got my own character.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kn64wSWUiQ/TZGJb6lVjWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/yauMK-ixCqo/s1600/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kn64wSWUiQ/TZGJb6lVjWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/yauMK-ixCqo/s320/DSCN0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589399725218827618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;In this life,&lt;br /&gt;There's one person you'll always love no matter how much pain they put you through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay, the first time i went thai pub with great friends! reason why being out with all guys, is because they tend to treat you like a little princess! they took care of you, they accompany you wherever you wanna go :) i might not be pretty as other girls, but they love my character. they just love the way i am! i know, i will be fine real soon. all they wanna see is the cheerful, disturbing and noise Joanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-6108587057473148546?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/6108587057473148546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-may-not-be-as-pretty-as-other-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/6108587057473148546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/6108587057473148546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-may-not-be-as-pretty-as-other-girls.html' title='i may not be as pretty as other girls, but i&apos;ve got my own character.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4kn64wSWUiQ/TZGJb6lVjWI/AAAAAAAAC7I/yauMK-ixCqo/s72-c/DSCN0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-2842702407802410988</id><published>2011-03-27T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:37:21.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cherish before its really gone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"   &gt;It was only a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"   &gt;Before I got tired of your ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"   &gt;I tried to make you fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"   &gt;But you were only ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-  font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"   &gt;And you didn't seem to wanna change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-2842702407802410988?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/2842702407802410988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherish-before-its-really-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/2842702407802410988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/2842702407802410988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherish-before-its-really-gone.html' title='cherish before its really gone.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-6089207047786093527</id><published>2011-03-26T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T16:37:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you dont even cared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HR9rf9EJJE4/TY2kFzx9FLI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Vf9-HQc_OSM/s1600/tumblr_l2z1s02uDw1qbf5xdo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HR9rf9EJJE4/TY2kFzx9FLI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Vf9-HQc_OSM/s320/tumblr_l2z1s02uDw1qbf5xdo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588303132342686898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you never thought of how would i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great! im just such a fool. believing you over and over again. you never ever thinks how much i've done for you. forgiving you. letting you do whatever you wanna do. why? because i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i bet, you've forgotten about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO MEET ME TODAY!&lt;/span&gt; but what? you went to meet my friend instead. im just waiting for you to tell me. i just wanna hear everything from you only. but what? i fail to do so... im speechless at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-6089207047786093527?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/6089207047786093527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-even-cared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/6089207047786093527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/6089207047786093527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-dont-even-cared.html' title='you dont even cared.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HR9rf9EJJE4/TY2kFzx9FLI/AAAAAAAAC7A/Vf9-HQc_OSM/s72-c/tumblr_l2z1s02uDw1qbf5xdo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-5359644838920818834</id><published>2011-03-25T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:45:34.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you always will made me drop my tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz4dONiQTPI/TYxHvKNSxKI/AAAAAAAAC64/cWlVOYDL5AE/s1600/tumblr_l0qqvfm5oa1qzju5po1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz4dONiQTPI/TYxHvKNSxKI/AAAAAAAAC64/cWlVOYDL5AE/s320/tumblr_l0qqvfm5oa1qzju5po1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587920113179477154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wish i was enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;like i said, everything that you did. i know it all. im just waiting for you to tell me. cause i willing to forgive and forget. just wanting you to tell me the truth rather then a lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-5359644838920818834?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/5359644838920818834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-always-will-made-me-drop-my-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/5359644838920818834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/5359644838920818834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-always-will-made-me-drop-my-tears.html' title='you always will made me drop my tears.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iz4dONiQTPI/TYxHvKNSxKI/AAAAAAAAC64/cWlVOYDL5AE/s72-c/tumblr_l0qqvfm5oa1qzju5po1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-8878837992151228700</id><published>2011-03-23T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:21:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not single, and I'm not taken. I'm simply on reserve for the one who deserves my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raN-JAcQ6Mc/TYoMQKkyvLI/AAAAAAAAC6w/eEzrrQQt7To/s1600/164689_10150109078291550_591701549_7990315_2400670_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raN-JAcQ6Mc/TYoMQKkyvLI/AAAAAAAAC6w/eEzrrQQt7To/s320/164689_10150109078291550_591701549_7990315_2400670_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587291759562636466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;In order for a relationship to function properly,&lt;br /&gt;you must learn to forgive and realize people will make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-8878837992151228700?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/8878837992151228700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-single-and-im-not-taken-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/8878837992151228700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/8878837992151228700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-not-single-and-im-not-taken-im.html' title='I&apos;m not single, and I&apos;m not taken. I&apos;m simply on reserve for the one who deserves my heart.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-raN-JAcQ6Mc/TYoMQKkyvLI/AAAAAAAAC6w/eEzrrQQt7To/s72-c/164689_10150109078291550_591701549_7990315_2400670_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-9099791006199931167</id><published>2011-03-22T22:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:35:14.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3 C’s of life: choices, chances and changes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01KPPqKm35Y/TYis_xFG7pI/AAAAAAAAC6o/GAvczaQbXgM/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01KPPqKm35Y/TYis_xFG7pI/AAAAAAAAC6o/GAvczaQbXgM/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586905549259599506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Give it a shot to change or your life will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Baby,  you never know the future..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey my love , i wanted to text you and tell you something , but i know  you dont care . So i post it  here hoping you will read and feel my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Hi boy , Maybe you doesnt care but i put in alot of effort to gather all my courage to put this up. i know you wont listen and deep down you still like her, but please hear me out. i dont mean to irritated or piss you off and most of all i dont want you to leave me. love, i want you so much. so much tears, so much pain but if love dont hurt its not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate all those lovely memories you gave it to me, i cherish it all.  the storms i faced never once stop me from loving you. i've learn to appreciate it all as sweet dream and beautiful nightmare. thank you for showing me how love works and it's magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember our day 1? i bet you dont. recalling it all, it feels like it was only yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you asked me to call you when i reach home. over the phone you are extremely nice, cute and we chatted for hours.. i yearn for your call and text and everytime it come, i would smile to myself happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '14/02/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: i made my decision to out with who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's valentine day! just when i thought im going to spend this lovely day alone again, but you came knocking on my door. i was ecstatic! you came from jurong to tampines just to wait for me finish preparing. the moment we met, you told me i had a pair of beautiful eyes. thats the moment i flattered. i had so much fun, your action are so beautiful towards me that day.that soft kiss on my cheek, the touch of your hands everything was just perfectly beautiful. the peck on my forehead, us feeding each other was so sweet and i dont wait it to end. i admit i regret for not accepting you because we just met. but never have i thought  it would be this wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we progress to talk on the phone everyday and each day i grow to love you more but whenever you ask me what if she like's you? i may tell you to go ahead but i wanted to tell you badly that no please stay by me dont go. but i cant bring myself to be selfish because i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '20/02/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the day you went to sentosa with them, you went missing in action and that's also when things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '21/02/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon, you texted me and say "what you wanna ask, you can ask" it's like as if i irritate you. i told myself not to ask much although these are alot of things i wanted to ask, but i just ask where have you been? thats ends of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '24/02/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you called me with an unknown number after 3 days of missing in action. you know how much i miss you? and yearn for you to be beside me every now and then? and you admit to me everything that happened. it stunk me so deep that it hurt so bad but i gritted my teeth and tell myself no matter how tough this love is, i will endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as days goes by my feeling towards you grew stronger instead of stopping.. i've this longing for you to tell me 'yes', im the one, your only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a month since we last meet. things between us drag for a month. boy, throughout those empty days without you, i fear so much that you might walk away from my life but there's something i cannot deny there's still her in you which make me pain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '10/03/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you called me when you reach home after work. the first word was "qing ai de, ni zai na li"? i was over the moon. and i love the surprise you give me the way you address was beyond my imagination and you even request to wear same theme for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '11/03/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her birthday celebration in advance, i went over to your house and look for you first. i was so happy seeing you and you kissed me gently, left me wanting more :) we had our first dinner together at your house, quietly looking at every of your action made me smile. we held hands in the cab, our forehead to forehead, nose to nose made my heart race faster. but everything stop when you saw her. my heart hurt so much when you let go of hand when everything was going great.. and when you told me your staying over fear came over me again. but on the way home. your friend, kenny told me great stuff about you. i told myself i have to be stronger than ever to hold onto you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '12/03/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the happiest day ever. if it was my birthday present, it will be my best gift! i love the way you hold me and hug me. i love your presence around me, you kept say that you are not a good guy but to me, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;on '17/03/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day i stayed over your house, it's almost like a dream come true having you sleep beside me and feel your hug when im cold and you patted me to sleeping. those were the beautiful moments ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;on '18/03/2011'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment your awake, you told me to go home because you might be going to play mahjong. i was quite upset but reluctantly i pack my stuff and off. but i told myself i've gotta trust you, sometimes it's tiring but when i think about the reward is your love i carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, im just a girl also want to be love, to be care for, to dote on and to pampered. i've given you all that i can but all i need from you is your love. perhaps I should say this way,  it's not about how long I've  waited, is im learning everyday as much as i can about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-9099791006199931167?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/9099791006199931167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-cs-of-life-choices-chances-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/9099791006199931167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/9099791006199931167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/3-cs-of-life-choices-chances-and.html' title='The 3 C’s of life: choices, chances and changes.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-01KPPqKm35Y/TYis_xFG7pI/AAAAAAAAC6o/GAvczaQbXgM/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-1679657308424663679</id><published>2011-03-21T13:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:46:43.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts when you pretend it doesnt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quyAxeVAeYE/TYbjTDqREHI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ggAGMfaGFAE/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quyAxeVAeYE/TYbjTDqREHI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ggAGMfaGFAE/s320/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586402304339284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;loving you was my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; favorite&lt;/span&gt; mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt49683744017235968" class="msgtxt en"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sometimes it’s better to just ignore what is happening around you than to think hard why it is happening to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt49683744017235968" class="msgtxt en"&gt;you are the reason why im trying hard to ignore those negative thinking i had. love, its still you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt49683744017235968" class="msgtxt en"&gt;i love. i know its early to say about everything. but trust me, i'm saying the truth. each time, you ask me not to love you too deep. its hurts seriously but i tried. i really tried. i just cant stop falling in. its doesnt matter, just allow me to stand by you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span id="msgtxt49683744017235968" class="msgtxt en"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-1679657308424663679?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/1679657308424663679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-hurts-when-you-pretend-it-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/1679657308424663679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/1679657308424663679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-hurts-when-you-pretend-it-doesnt.html' title='It hurts when you pretend it doesnt.'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quyAxeVAeYE/TYbjTDqREHI/AAAAAAAAC6g/ggAGMfaGFAE/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-8414160829859140162</id><published>2011-03-20T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:46:57.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my choice , i wont regret . Same goes to my love life .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9Vo1z1Nlk/TYXNRjLLuvI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/JyWMWR9BqfY/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9Vo1z1Nlk/TYXNRjLLuvI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/JyWMWR9BqfY/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586096614206585586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i smile sweetly after receiving your call in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mr. Xie,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how am i gonna tell you how do i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;therefore, this blog only you know at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;sometimes, i was wondering who am i to you?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i was wondering where do i stand?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i was wondering what i mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;but, all i know is that everytime i think of you,&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;be with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-8414160829859140162?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/8414160829859140162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-choice-i-wont-regret-same-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/8414160829859140162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/8414160829859140162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-choice-i-wont-regret-same-goes.html' title='Its my choice , i wont regret . Same goes to my love life .'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qR9Vo1z1Nlk/TYXNRjLLuvI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/JyWMWR9BqfY/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6288682457225982309.post-3390970866849490832</id><published>2011-03-20T16:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T20:47:13.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why bother crying ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ml_7i9DGS8/TYW3dA5Mj2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/AeKmiaVLPaY/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ml_7i9DGS8/TYW3dA5Mj2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/AeKmiaVLPaY/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586072621906956130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not suppose to cried over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be the new, and the last blog i've created. to forget every single things&lt;br /&gt;about the past i've deleted it away. For every lesson that  i've learnt . For letting me being strong again .&lt;br /&gt;And teaching me to  stand up on my own when i've fallen . &lt;/div&gt;Every tear drop that  i've dropped teaches me something . And somehow , its telling me that&lt;br /&gt;'  girl , You gotta stay strong and PROVE to them that they aren't gonna  beat you down so easily '&lt;br /&gt;I know Its hard to forget someone  that have given you so much memories . and when those memories passes by  , You'll definitely break down .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6288682457225982309-3390970866849490832?l=itsyoulove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/feeds/3390970866849490832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-bother-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/3390970866849490832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6288682457225982309/posts/default/3390970866849490832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsyoulove.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-bother-crying.html' title='why bother crying ?'/><author><name>Joanne,tht</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ml_7i9DGS8/TYW3dA5Mj2I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/AeKmiaVLPaY/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
