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I've got a lot to learn. I'm still feeling teenage love that is innocent and youthful."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the happiest thing. So beautiful to a mind that hasn't seen. I'm amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream come true. Truly I never knew love could feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why, why did you go and ruin everything? Telling it's not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came to a realization, your love is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never cast pearls to pigs nor give something sacred to dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess around with me. Destroy not something fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really can't put new wine in old wineskin else it'll burst.&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/3850402127075793959-5216740911326432016?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-old-meets-fresh.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-748111399950793653</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T11:15:50.492+08:00</atom:updated><title>Almost Perfect.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You are close to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard, hard. But yea, guess it's the hardest thing that is most treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting older as I work my way to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is it worth chasing. Well, it's a different story if it's mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you know one is categorising you as a something else when you're dead seriously in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Underaged, weak-willed young woman, whore, toy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm a little blind right now.&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/3850402127075793959-748111399950793653?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-perfect.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-2102749520206946485</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 05:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-21T22:50:16.870+08:00</atom:updated><title>Glimpses of Sunshine.</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So far this year can be summed up as the best year so far. Enjoyed so much the roller-coaster ride. Feel like doing it over and over again but I doubt my heart can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have less time to blog now. Perhaps cos I'm living it more than writing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Romeo, thoughts of you just overflowed and yet it is the best kept secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, when you are finally here, by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-2102749520206946485?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/glimpses-of-sunshine.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-8473691444655416715</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T13:09:04.423+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Perfect Lie.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sometimes I do realize that the ideal life that I wish I could get does not exist. But I keep dreaming anyway. I love today because I'm dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, hey, a lot's happening! And it feels as though life begins at 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still adapting my emotional roller-coasters. Perhaps like some may say, I'm gullible, so naive, so easily deceived. I'm ashamed of that. Have three years of getting cheated still not enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not get sick of being toyed around like a thing and finally expected to just say good bye to the man I love as though nothing actually happened between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flashbacks of those moments. If only I could forget easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, blame in on me and may you life happily ever after with your mate for the rest of your life. &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/3850402127075793959-8473691444655416715?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-lie.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-87604724759628614</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T17:52:29.467+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's Not The Time To Play.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Simply being playful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I totally got lost in it and accidently crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7QYnN6DI/AAAAAAAABPA/6KR1bWlUQ6s/s1600-h/playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7QYnN6DI/AAAAAAAABPA/6KR1bWlUQ6s/s400/playground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383485188494714930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Sigh, the inner child. You're causing so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, screw you, screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3850402127075793959-87604724759628614?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-time-to-play.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7QYnN6DI/AAAAAAAABPA/6KR1bWlUQ6s/s72-c/playground.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-6714273046761427464</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T17:55:41.555+08:00</atom:updated><title>The ABC's Of Love.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A- Ill always want you&lt;br /&gt;B- Because my heart is true&lt;br /&gt;C- Come, come, come closer&lt;br /&gt;And Ill tell you of the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Darling believe me&lt;br /&gt;E- Everyday my love grows strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;F- Find a place there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;And Ill tell you of the ABCs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gosh knows I love you&lt;br /&gt;H- Heaven knows its true&lt;br /&gt;I want to be near you&lt;br /&gt;J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7st52CMI/AAAAAAAABPI/FVQ9YlKubaw/s1600-h/abc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7st52CMI/AAAAAAAABPI/FVQ9YlKubaw/s400/abc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383485675246323906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;R-Run honey and dont be blind&lt;br /&gt;S-Sugar you stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;T-True love is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell you of the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;V- Vow always be true&lt;br /&gt;WXY and Z, Ive told you of the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive told you of the ABCs&lt;br /&gt;(Ive) told you of the ABCs.&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/3850402127075793959-6714273046761427464?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-like-abc.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX7st52CMI/AAAAAAAABPI/FVQ9YlKubaw/s72-c/abc.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-3389870689797582932</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T17:58:44.749+08:00</atom:updated><title>A Child's Mind.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I really really do feel like privatising my blog sometimes. It's because now I feel as though I have to hold back few words whenever I write. Hmph but at the same time I hate keeping all of it to myself, caving is not for me. Solitude kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm gonna meet the X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X was my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But X was also the man that puts me down to the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X and his Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess up with a child's mind. In my mind now, X is the cruelest being for giving a false hope to a child who had a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX8tySA2VI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ZP3qtMRqCH4/s1600-h/sad_childhood_by_creative_lens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 397px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX8tySA2VI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ZP3qtMRqCH4/s400/sad_childhood_by_creative_lens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383486793112934738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I still have that childhood memories with X and and that's the thing that still makes me cling to all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired X. I am so damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I was a child I spoke as a child, I understood as a child I thought as a child; but when I became a man I put away childish things."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I am so so damn tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Really, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3850402127075793959-3389870689797582932?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/childs-mind.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX8tySA2VI/AAAAAAAABPQ/ZP3qtMRqCH4/s72-c/sad_childhood_by_creative_lens.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-1935000068163604356</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T18:02:33.811+08:00</atom:updated><title>That's Like So Special?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;A bouquet of flowers arrived at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every eyes, especially those belong to the ladies shifted to the bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, waah, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That really sweeps off one's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her day's brightened. A smile all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX9pinnLQI/AAAAAAAABPY/OtXusZI261E/s1600-h/CFI_Sponsor_Special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX9pinnLQI/AAAAAAAABPY/OtXusZI261E/s400/CFI_Sponsor_Special.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383487819700710658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;For she knows she's loved and special.&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/3850402127075793959-1935000068163604356?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-special.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SrX9pinnLQI/AAAAAAAABPY/OtXusZI261E/s72-c/CFI_Sponsor_Special.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-5609904376862887775</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T22:52:00.476+08:00</atom:updated><title>False Hope</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I fell in love. I fell in to the same trap again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cruel. You played my my naivity. You should have known your limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyy do I have to go through this the second time? Have I not learned from my previous lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed to even admit that I still have not came out from that pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling drained when I'm stucked up in the middle of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never work out. It will never, never, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring when the only one you long for cheats right in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It once happened at 16. And now it happens at 20. I wont let it happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time to clean break, I shall have nothing to do with you and anyone that resembles you. &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/3850402127075793959-5609904376862887775?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/false-hope.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-379158400167671573</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 04:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T01:47:19.080+08:00</atom:updated><title>Ouch.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Untouchable. It is caused by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent cries. It hurts the most when you finally see the ugly side of your once admired guy, enjoying the pain he is causing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has he lost all his sensitivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he tries hard to ruin all your possible future just because he couldn't get you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, this song heals the heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want but you're never gonna break me&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, a secret place&lt;br /&gt;A sweet escape, take me away&lt;br /&gt;Take me away to better days&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, a hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Wish that you could but you ain't gonna own me&lt;br /&gt;Do anything you can to control me, oh, oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place that I go that nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Where the rivers flow and I call it home&lt;br /&gt;And there's no more lies in the darkness there's light&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cries, there's only butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;The sun is on my side and takes me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;I smile up to the sky, I know I'll be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-379158400167671573?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/sensitivity_16.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-1186743052487597388</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 04:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T09:05:24.806+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sensitivity.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It hurts the core. It's invisible yet you can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can possibly cope with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a moment, a period everybody needs to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough testosterones to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Crushed.&lt;/span&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/3850402127075793959-1186743052487597388?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/sensitivity.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-375224205353874444</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T09:51:04.864+08:00</atom:updated><title>Di Time Of Mi Life</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's wonderful thinking about tonight. I'm just so really excited. Another new venture. I can't really revealed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages of many dreams. Not to mention those funny attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside I wish you were as bold as of that foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that move, make that move. I'm surely gonna respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really excited for tonight's night. It's somehow the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one moment I've been dreaming about. It's actually up to you to make it a fantasy or a reality.&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/3850402127075793959-375224205353874444?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/di-time-of-mi-life.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-3639893605620307954</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T15:10:49.450+08:00</atom:updated><title>Life's Not Always A Bed Of Roses.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I miss him. Silly me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my morning with super hyper cheery but when I start missing him, it starts going to the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being gloomy and I wont let that get hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make good things happen out of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Oh dear, why are you so special?&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind seems like you're the one. Yet we're still at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not even we. I forgot we're actually not a partner yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly me, again.&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/3850402127075793959-3639893605620307954?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/lifes-not-always-bed-of-roses.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-4166516364601601712</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T11:28:45.998+08:00</atom:updated><title>It's Worth The Wait</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That man of influence slapped me with the truth during lunch time. "Those you're falling for are dirty old men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought it as a merely adventurous ride and didn't think for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advised me to be more cautious with older guys because these type of men like to take advantage of young preys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt sometimes I can go stupid when it comes to the matter of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once tempted to give in just because I thought he seriously loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm slightly enlightened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So pure bullshit, no free ride for youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-4166516364601601712?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-worth-wait.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-8208102194197440970</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 00:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T08:34:34.267+08:00</atom:updated><title>I Think Of You The Most When Menstrual Strikes.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today marks the first day of having period after reaching 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being around preggers has a little to do with this: I love my period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is funny with my hormones during menstrual. At night, I find myself behaving like a 40 years old despite the fact that I am only 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I found a new position to sleep and it was extra comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of the new man and am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few nights have been really happy. Images of him carved a wide broad smile on my face these few mornings. Added freshness to me and energized me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just realised that whenever I got happy nights, he suffered emo nights. Wonder whether did Cupid steal his happiness and gave them to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda mad, only catching glimpses of him yet dreaming of building a home with him. Sounds rather irrationale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, the song "I knew I love you before I met you" did help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I met you. &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/3850402127075793959-8208102194197440970?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-of-you-most-during-menstrual.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-1039308393371818797</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T01:23:20.102+08:00</atom:updated><title>Your Girl.</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkoRDFjBh44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RkoRDFjBh44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-1039308393371818797?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/dads-love.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-8715820877796844152</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T16:35:03.656+08:00</atom:updated><title>First "Love"?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;At 16, I treated first love just like virginity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so afraid to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so worried to try the guys that I have a crush on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid that I'm not gonna love like before if things between us dont work out that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said "No".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-8715820877796844152?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-love.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-3814346927059888168</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2009 05:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T13:49:12.842+08:00</atom:updated><title>Trapped.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm speechless. I thought it was a good intention but the opposite is true, proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To break down and cry will naturally happen sometimes. Yet, I don't think I want to give in to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hide and seek" makes me go high and low and is very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-energize my strength evry morning, day, and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for last night. It was damn sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his figure, I heard his voice, and he sang to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a night. &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/3850402127075793959-3814346927059888168?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/trapped.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-6221287971815913142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T17:45:59.698+08:00</atom:updated><title>It Happened - Just At The Right Time.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you finally let go of my hand and said goodbye, the world followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought good things won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once understood it as "the missed boat is gone and that's the end of my love story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, it happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came the moment I least expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the other you.&lt;br /&gt;&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/3850402127075793959-6221287971815913142?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-happened-just-at-right-time.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-8316892456606871239</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T09:21:10.082+08:00</atom:updated><title>Fly With Me~</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It is really funny how my mind, how my heart visualize our future together. Though I know the plans I have right now is not shared together with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Well, I created all these myself just for my own comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;At the moment, I affirm myself with this song from R. Kelly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I think about it every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can soar&lt;br /&gt;I see me running through that open door&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One day, I'll fly with you. &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/3850402127075793959-8316892456606871239?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-with-me.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-4288549491095871595</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T08:36:29.147+08:00</atom:updated><title>Twenty Today.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Today, I just turned 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm no longer a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I chose to be happy the moment I woke up because the night before I read: "&lt;em&gt;A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite satisied with the things that have happened these 20 years. Time passed rather quickly. 20 YEARS, wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, bonding is so wished right now. Your face, your smile, your touch. But oh no, you still never knew about it.&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/3850402127075793959-4288549491095871595?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/twenty-today.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-209199118120620748</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T01:59:04.663+08:00</atom:updated><title>My Eyes On You.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Competitive. That's the word for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know it brings me here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted. I feel so used. I have maximised everything and it comes down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I have this crush for this particular guy. But too bad, he's chased after another one gal, worse we're friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4GvMI9nI/AAAAAAAABMg/el7wx2C6I4M/s1600-h/fire-burning-yellow-flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4GvMI9nI/AAAAAAAABMg/el7wx2C6I4M/s400/fire-burning-yellow-flame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415174640793202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Is it worth competing again? It's burning yet I doubt it's worth risking.&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/3850402127075793959-209199118120620748?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-eyes-on-you.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4GvMI9nI/AAAAAAAABMg/el7wx2C6I4M/s72-c/fire-burning-yellow-flame.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-7155963619806305525</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 09:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T02:09:32.119+08:00</atom:updated><title>After You.</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My heart sanked after lurking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, this is just not supposed to be happeni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;ng to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP57QOYhXI/AAAAAAAABMw/OI8sZS_Fv7I/s1600-h/Devastated_revised.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP57QOYhXI/AAAAAAAABMw/OI8sZS_Fv7I/s400/Devastated_revised.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378417176373396850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing you is like chasing after wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta stop now.&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/3850402127075793959-7155963619806305525?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP57QOYhXI/AAAAAAAABMw/OI8sZS_Fv7I/s72-c/Devastated_revised.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-2247647583657294350</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 09:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-07T02:01:21.222+08:00</atom:updated><title>Come Here, Quick</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So we're falling for each other yet still keeping each other as back up plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4zJyz34I/AAAAAAAABMo/vpNZTe9d8uU/s1600-h/waiting-759371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4zJyz34I/AAAAAAAABMo/vpNZTe9d8uU/s400/waiting-759371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378415937696554882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Have you not realized, I have been waiting for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Come back and be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open arms are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me wait for too long.&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/3850402127075793959-2247647583657294350?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-here-quick.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uj2mcHMkSOU/SqP4zJyz34I/AAAAAAAABMo/vpNZTe9d8uU/s72-c/waiting-759371.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850402127075793959.post-2967448249516663989</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 04:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T13:54:59.105+08:00</atom:updated><title>U-Turn</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It was a peaceful night last night. I felt relieved that I finally chose to walk away from the burning passion. Those are temporals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on my way to abstaining and distracting myself to more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm unsure to which road are you leading me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was doubtful and worried about my needs. How are they gonna be met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby steps are here. I trust you. You're not moved by my needs, instead by my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I'll learn to put my trust in you, to you who knows the plans you have for me - better than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3850402127075793959-2967448249516663989?l=angeldaughter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://angeldaughter.blogspot.com/2009/09/u-turn.html</link><author>angelofblessings89@gmail.com (JustJasmine)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
