<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYERnc_cCp7ImA9WhdTFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793</id><updated>2011-07-14T22:18:27.948+08:00</updated><title>Love Beyond Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of Rhymetry, Videos and Images about Love and Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYERnc8fSp7ImA9WhdTFkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-3344218631983172140</id><published>2011-07-14T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T22:18:27.975+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-14T22:18:27.975+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='United'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='One World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrogant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinas'/><title>That's because I'm a Filipino</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast week, my friend brought my 2 years old godson to our basketball game. It was around eight in the dim evening when he came with his son in a small blue bike. I was taking a rest, sitting down where I used to. The venue was an outdoor basketball court in the middle of a 2 wall of 30 story buildings. After a couple of minutes, we went back in the game. Now with my friend and a Chinese guy who joined us after playing alone for sometime on the other side of the court.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend's son, which is also my godson, met two kids in a nearby park who were also riding a bike. All three of them had similar bike designs, a regular front and back wheel except the back wheel had 2 smaller wheels to support the rider's lack of balance.&lt;br /&gt;
As for me and my friend, we were dominating in the court. Playing 5 on 5, me, my godson's friend, the Chinese guy and two other buddies.&lt;br /&gt;
I was playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shooting_guard"&gt;SG&lt;/a&gt; and the tall Chinese dude and my friend was taking care of the inside play.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I came to the play ball around five in the afternoon and already had three games before the game we are currently playing. Unfortunately, at the end of the night I only played 3 1/2 games. In the middle of the game, a light shower started. At first we thought it was just water from the air-conditioners from the flats above but then it became slightly heavier. We decided to postpone the game the game and hoped the shower would stop and wouldn't wet the court.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, we were hopeful that it would stop. But it didn't. The Chinese guy invited us to move to an indoor court nearby and so we started walking. We decided we can't play on the previous court since it was too wet to play. As we started walking, the Chinese guy suggested that my friend bring his son home wherein I replied, "The kid's a Filipino, No Problem".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
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What amazes me is that ,We, Filipino's are a proud bunch yet sometimes we forget why. A lot of times I use the reply "Nah, No Problem. I'm a Filipino" yet most of the times it was just a witty yet empty reply.&lt;br /&gt;
When a friend asks me to bring an umbrella or lends an umbrella during a rain shower, when someone suggests I go to the doctor or take medicine for an illness and sometimes when a friend offers a jacket for the winter. It's either "No Problem, I'm a Filipino" or "It's fine, I'm a Filipino".&lt;br /&gt;
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Filipino's believe that they have '&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agimat"&gt;Agimat&lt;/a&gt;', a charm or an amulet of protection, luck or any other superstitious belief. Some believe that it comes just by being born a Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;
An artist called&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bamboo_%28band%29"&gt;Bamboo&lt;/a&gt; stated in one of their song, "Hoy, Pinoy ako. May agimat ang dugo ko". The direct translation of this would be "Hey, I'm a Filipino and Agimat runs in my blood".&lt;br /&gt;
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But in reality, it's not about the Agimat. In the end, it's not how strong your faith is. What made Filipino's what they are today are the hardships they face both in their home country and in a foreign country where they left to find a better life for their families back home. Modern Filipino's are toughened by the heat of the sun from farming, the high waves of the ocean when catching fish just to sell in the market, the one meal a day technique of survival, the selfish leader/s of the past, the decades of slavery and revolution etc.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, whenever I say "It's fine. I'm a Filipino", one shouldn't see me being arrogant of my nationality but understand the hardships I came. That we didn't use umbrella's to protect us from the sun when farming. Back at home, we don't worry about slow Internet connection nor which side of the pillow should be colder. It's not that we reject the life of luxury but we just couldn't afford it. So, whenever you encounter a Proud Filipino, which is very common if you are surrounded by them; don't feel that it's arrogant. It's pure pride that we can handle any hardships. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A lot of Nationalities are proud of their own and there's nothing wrong with that. Some because of the unique culture they possess, some from the natural wonders they have at home, some because of what have they achieved throughout history.&lt;br /&gt;
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But we sometimes forget that we are humans. We are humans for a reason. We evolved the way we are and survived catastrophes and most of the time Nationalities are put aside. The &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-12711226"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; have survived one of the most devastating event in our generation. The &lt;a href="http://www.reuters.com/article/2010/10/13/us-chile-miners-idUSN0925972620101013"&gt;Chilean miners&lt;/a&gt; survived being trapped in a hole for a month and so as some of our &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/#sclient=psy&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=chinese+miners+trapped+underground&amp;amp;aq=0v&amp;amp;aqi=g-v1g-j2&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;oq=&amp;amp;pbx=1&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;amp;fp=99b8e4293821bbbf&amp;amp;biw=1440&amp;amp;bih=692"&gt;Chinese brothers&lt;/a&gt;. Our &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_Haiti_earthquake"&gt;Haitian&lt;/a&gt; brothers and sisters stood back up from a calamity that devastated their homeland. These are just few examples that we, humans, have survived disasters. Not because we are Filipinos, Chileans, Chinese, Haitian etc but because we are human toughened by our own environment, Our Country.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So yes, when I say, "No Problem, I'm a Filipino" I only mean that we, humans, have hardships of our own that toughened us up. The term Filipino comes because I was toughened by a place, and that is Philippines. If I grew up in DPRK or in Brazil, I would say, "It's OK, I'm North Korean" or "No worries, I'm from Brazil".&lt;br /&gt;
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In Ending, We all have our own hardships in our own homes but conquered them all just because as the children of the earth, we can. We have our own National calamities and tragedies but faced them in a united view, race and nationality aside. We are Humans, and We are Here, so Everything is fine. Since, I am (Insert &lt;a href="http://esl.about.com/od/beginnerpronunciation/a/Countries-Nationalities-Languages-In-English.htm"&gt;Nationality&lt;/a&gt; Here).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-3344218631983172140?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/3344218631983172140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=3344218631983172140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/3344218631983172140?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/3344218631983172140?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/07/thats-because-im-filipino.html' title='That&apos;s because I&apos;m a Filipino'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2366/2237586039_fcddb76c64_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYHQ3cycCp7ImA9WhZVF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-1107009174054115188</id><published>2011-05-30T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T21:28:52.998+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-30T21:28:52.998+08:00</app:edited><title>QR Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/itmjgx.qrcode" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" width="249" src="http://bit.ly/itmjgx.qrcode" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-1107009174054115188?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/1107009174054115188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=1107009174054115188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/1107009174054115188?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/1107009174054115188?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/05/qr-code.html' title='QR Code'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcHQX07fip7ImA9WhZXF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-4828108619084012125</id><published>2011-05-08T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T02:30:30.306+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-08T02:30:30.306+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dangers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Risks'/><title>Risks and Dangers</title><content type='html'>I told my self to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;
Not to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;
Again and again, I end up lonely,&lt;br /&gt;
Happiness comes the moment everything gets mad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Many times I have tried and smile,&lt;br /&gt;
And just stay that way for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
Right after the moment of joy,&lt;br /&gt;
In a glance, I'm back to being just a boy,&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrow of the yesterdays comes back.&lt;br /&gt;
Solitude takes over, white skies turn black,&lt;br /&gt;
And again, another lonely boy in town.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want this to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't let it.&lt;br /&gt;
I've waited too much, from being a friend,&lt;br /&gt;
'till I realized this is it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i1GmxMTwUgs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-4828108619084012125?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/4828108619084012125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=4828108619084012125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4828108619084012125?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4828108619084012125?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/05/risks-and-dangers.html' title='Risks and Dangers'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i1GmxMTwUgs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YDSXYzeCp7ImA9WhZQFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-2872722194247594364</id><published>2011-04-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:12:58.880+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-24T00:12:58.880+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipinas'/><title>A Brief History</title><content type='html'>It all started, when our ancestors departed…&lt;br /&gt;
The land they grew up and in these scattered land they have ended.&lt;br /&gt;
Different races, different faces; found this land amongst other places.&lt;br /&gt;
Built an identity from different life phases.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then fleets of ships raided and invaded,&lt;br /&gt;
The pre-barrio the datu’s have gated.&lt;br /&gt;
There on, a new era of culture was created.&lt;br /&gt;
'Filipinas' was the name given,&lt;br /&gt;
By the men who came and gave us God to believe in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The eastern sunrise and the sunset of the west, &lt;br /&gt;
have long converged in a land so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
 Reason why we are diverse in various aspects,&lt;br /&gt;
From tradition, belief, food, lifestyle and dialects.&lt;br /&gt;
But there’s only one place we call home,&lt;br /&gt;
Where countless generations of conquest shaped&lt;br /&gt;
and where the Diyan Masalanta roams.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And after a dozen of historical decades,&lt;br /&gt;
We are here to present our rich heritage.&lt;br /&gt;
The pearl of the orient, the Sampaguita of Eden,&lt;br /&gt;
Cradle of the brave, strong and God fearing men and women.&lt;br /&gt;
Thousands of islands, Three main parts,&lt;br /&gt;
LuzViMinda, a country in our heart.&lt;br /&gt;
We offer you, a country rich in culture and tradition,&lt;br /&gt;
From history to religion form this formidable nation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Filipinas, Mi patria idolatrada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
En campos de batalla, luchando con delirio,&lt;br /&gt;
Otros te dan sus vidas, sin dudas, sin pesar;&lt;br /&gt;
El sitio nada importa; cipres, laurel o lirio,&lt;br /&gt;
Cadalso o campo abierto, combate o cruel martirio,&lt;br /&gt;
Lo mismo es si lo piden La Patria y el hogar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Jose Rizal &lt;br /&gt;
Adios, Patria Adorada&lt;br /&gt;
Dec. 30 1896&lt;br /&gt;
par. 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-2872722194247594364?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/2872722194247594364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=2872722194247594364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2872722194247594364?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2872722194247594364?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/04/brief-history.html' title='A Brief History'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUEQ3g6fCp7ImA9WhZQEk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-5670611061263996418</id><published>2011-04-20T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:56:42.614+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-20T00:56:42.614+08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl in the Bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Somewhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title>I Think I'm Fallin'</title><content type='html'>It all started when I heard a knock,&lt;br /&gt;
Didn't know that was Cupid's shout,&lt;br /&gt;
I heard a second one from a door that's locked,&lt;br /&gt;
     sounded like someone was stuck.&lt;br /&gt;
Stood up, opened the door, saw who was locked out&lt;br /&gt;
    Time stopped, My heart was rocked,&lt;br /&gt;
       I saw Venus and around her, the angels flocked.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believed in fate and thought it was alright,&lt;br /&gt;
That I put fate in charge for us to meet at night.&lt;br /&gt;
But twice have fate didn't make it right,&lt;br /&gt;
So I &lt;i&gt;pushed fate&lt;/i&gt; and did what I thought I might.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first time I wanted to talk to her, someone interrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;
The second time I was about to talk to her, someone interrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;
The third time I saw her, I didn't let anyone interrupt me.&lt;br /&gt;
And the chance came, where it was just her and me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
TBC...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dlpelzx0Xao" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-5670611061263996418?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/5670611061263996418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=5670611061263996418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5670611061263996418?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5670611061263996418?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-think-im-fallin.html' title='I Think I&apos;m Fallin&apos;'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dlpelzx0Xao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cMQnk9fCp7ImA9WhZQEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-7721325254469822148</id><published>2011-04-17T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T17:04:43.764+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-17T17:04:43.764+08:00</app:edited><title>Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9V9BgjR_xI/TaqtFqRcqwI/AAAAAAAAALw/LGpyM_eUUIs/s1600/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9V9BgjR_xI/TaqtFqRcqwI/AAAAAAAAALw/LGpyM_eUUIs/s400/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-7721325254469822148?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/7721325254469822148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=7721325254469822148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/7721325254469822148?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/7721325254469822148?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/04/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s9V9BgjR_xI/TaqtFqRcqwI/AAAAAAAAALw/LGpyM_eUUIs/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkUGR3w9cSp7ImA9WhZRFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-7206091531625645997</id><published>2011-04-13T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T12:17:06.269+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-13T12:17:06.269+08:00</app:edited><title>Lost Friend</title><content type='html'>Never take anything for granted,&lt;br /&gt;
Be grateful on what you have; not on what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
I still can't believe you left us without a word,&lt;br /&gt;
Just didn't show up, then now left this world.&lt;br /&gt;
My dear friend, you're always our leader,&lt;br /&gt;
The reason why every one of us got together.&lt;br /&gt;
You inspired me more to be a speaker,&lt;br /&gt;
Rest in Peace, my fellow debater.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
R.I.P. Ernest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-7206091531625645997?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/7206091531625645997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=7206091531625645997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/7206091531625645997?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/7206091531625645997?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost-friend.html' title='Lost Friend'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQMQHw_fSp7ImA9WhZRFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-5315345942936400321</id><published>2011-04-13T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T01:13:01.245+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-13T01:13:01.245+08:00</app:edited><title>Keep it Simple.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnYosA0niX0/TaSIAKr1fcI/AAAAAAAAALg/RTjp_Zk119U/s1600/01.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="333" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnYosA0niX0/TaSIAKr1fcI/AAAAAAAAALg/RTjp_Zk119U/s400/01.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-5315345942936400321?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/5315345942936400321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=5315345942936400321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5315345942936400321?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5315345942936400321?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/04/keep-it-simple.html' title='Keep it Simple.'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnYosA0niX0/TaSIAKr1fcI/AAAAAAAAALg/RTjp_Zk119U/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUBSHk9eyp7ImA9Wx9UEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-5749215654135124881</id><published>2011-02-09T02:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T02:37:39.763+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-09T02:37:39.763+08:00</app:edited><title>I give up if you don't give me a sign</title><content type='html'>I thought you'd be the one&lt;br /&gt;
The one whom I'll be with when everything's done&lt;br /&gt;
When I wake up from a crazy late night party&lt;br /&gt;
Late morning, you'll be the first face I see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I really thought this was it&lt;br /&gt;
The time when I know a candle is lit&lt;br /&gt;
When the songs I'll write will be about you&lt;br /&gt;
And the one I'll sing songs too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought this was the moment fate has given&lt;br /&gt;
To a lonely heart, still broken&lt;br /&gt;
That you would be the only mend&lt;br /&gt;
But then, I was wrong... Again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tried to no avail, I tried yet I failed&lt;br /&gt;
No love prevailed, No love unveiled&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now I give up, though still thinking twice&lt;br /&gt;
I've wasted lots of beauties the moment I see your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
And now comes the time, to take everything I'm given&lt;br /&gt;
And just wait 'till you see, this hurt don't easily give in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;
Faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-5749215654135124881?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/5749215654135124881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=5749215654135124881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5749215654135124881?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5749215654135124881?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-give-up-if-you-dont-give-me-sign.html' title='I give up if you don&apos;t give me a sign'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LYU-8IFcDPw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQERXwycCp7ImA9Wx9VFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-874126676629115195</id><published>2011-02-01T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:31:44.298+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-01T23:31:44.298+08:00</app:edited><title>And that is how...</title><content type='html'>There's this boy that didn't know&lt;br /&gt;
Which is the right path to go&lt;br /&gt;
He just went wherever the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;
Knocking on full shut doors&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's this girl in the city&lt;br /&gt;
I would say she's pretty pretty&lt;br /&gt;
She loves playing with her dolly&lt;br /&gt;
Everything in her life was just jolly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This Boy, no matter what path he chose&lt;br /&gt;
is unsure for his guts always opposed&lt;br /&gt;
But wherever he points his nose&lt;br /&gt;
is the direction of his toes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While the girl in the city was happy&lt;br /&gt;
With her friends and her family&lt;br /&gt;
Everyday was like a party&lt;br /&gt;
Her pockets always full of candy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one knew what fate would bring for this two&lt;br /&gt;
Neither fate knew nothing too&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, the boy went on wherever the river flows&lt;br /&gt;
Wherever the autumn leaf goes&lt;br /&gt;
He went to the direction of the winter snow&lt;br /&gt;
And just went whichever path fate shows&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little girl is now a lady,&lt;br /&gt;
And yes, she's still pretty&lt;br /&gt;
But now it's a pity&lt;br /&gt;
She's starting to feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy is getting older as his confusion starts to grow&lt;br /&gt;
But ALAS! He found a place that always glow&lt;br /&gt;
The city, where life is fast but love is slow&lt;br /&gt;
He thought "I'll be here if this is what fate bestowed"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, on the city street was the pretty lady&lt;br /&gt;
All eyes in her, some went crazy&lt;br /&gt;
She walked quite unsteady&lt;br /&gt;
If she knew what fate would bring, she would be ready&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The sun rise from the east and the wind blows west&lt;br /&gt;
The boy was tired and was looking for rest&lt;br /&gt;
He sat down and relaxed his chest&lt;br /&gt;
When a lady passed by, He came from being stressed to impressed&lt;br /&gt;
The lady saw him sitting on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;
The boy was stunned, too stunned to talk&lt;br /&gt;
With his rugged shirt, he felt bit of electric shock&lt;br /&gt;
When the lady looked at her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
                      and tripped on a rock&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He couldn't stop laughing, he started crying&lt;br /&gt;
The lady got up and next thing the guy saw was a high heeled shoe approaching&lt;br /&gt;
And that is how the boy lost his sight of seeing&lt;br /&gt;
Now, he couldn't literally know where he is going&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-874126676629115195?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/874126676629115195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=874126676629115195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/874126676629115195?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/874126676629115195?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-that-is-how.html' title='And that is how...'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcMQn0zfip7ImA9Wx9VEk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-4487668850827495526</id><published>2011-01-28T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:14:43.386+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-28T17:14:43.386+08:00</app:edited><title>Sky Blue and Cloud White</title><content type='html'>Pretty round brown eyes, why can't you see me,&lt;br /&gt;
I understand you're such in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;
But I hope some day, one time, one day, &lt;br /&gt;
you'll take a moment and decide to stay.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty round brown eyes, I know you noticed me;&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at you, goddess, Angel of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;
Just another glimpse of your face&lt;br /&gt;
In the morning, making me coffee in my place&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty round brown eyes, You can't hide being lonely&lt;br /&gt;
Even a smile, once in a while, I feel it's empty&lt;br /&gt;
Though it's a beautiful sight for the night&lt;br /&gt;
I know deep inside, it doesn't feel right.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, oh Pretty Round Brown Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
Stop playing, Tell me no more lies.&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty, oh Pretty Round Brown Eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Gomenasai&lt;br /&gt;
T.a.T.u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-4487668850827495526?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/4487668850827495526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=4487668850827495526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4487668850827495526?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4487668850827495526?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/sky-blue-and-cloud-white.html' title='Sky Blue and Cloud White'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/TVGS1XjFpe0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0AAQn87cCp7ImA9Wx9VEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-2225123751912469000</id><published>2011-01-28T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T01:35:43.108+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-28T01:35:43.108+08:00</app:edited><title>Fix</title><content type='html'>Another night, another beer for the lonely&lt;br /&gt;
Cigarette in my left, Night is chilly&lt;br /&gt;
If only, I could take you with me&lt;br /&gt;
Candle lit, white roses and a glass of chablis&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another stick of Winston, another puff for the restless&lt;br /&gt;
A pack on my pocket, Song would be pointless&lt;br /&gt;
If only you could take me out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;
All will be good, things will get better, we'll have the best&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Another poem, Another worthless message&lt;br /&gt;
You in my mind, I'm just another page&lt;br /&gt;
If only you and me could be in Cupid's stage&lt;br /&gt;
I won't mind, be it in cell or in a cage&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Just for a Moment&lt;br /&gt;
JDC aka Jason Chen ft. Holly AnnAeRee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-2225123751912469000?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/2225123751912469000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=2225123751912469000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2225123751912469000?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2225123751912469000?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-night-another-beer-for-lonely.html' title='Fix'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bpOL0oRjuh0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUIHRno6fyp7ImA9Wx9WGUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-2694240863813643036</id><published>2011-01-26T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:45:37.417+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-26T01:45:37.417+08:00</app:edited><title>Innocence</title><content type='html'>Innocence is beauty, Innocence is rare;&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is a wonderful thing to share.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is graceful, Innocence is elegant;&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is the enchanting music the angels chant.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is what makes an adult from a child,&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is where we came from before going wild.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is carefree and is not confined;&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is sin-free, heart, body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is not ignorance nor naive,&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is true and shouldn't be deceive.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is honesty, pure and white.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is unstained, the light of the night.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is worthless once it is gone,&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is a gift given by One to one.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is cared for and cherished,&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence once given will fade away and perish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is a treasure indescribable by literature,&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is a word out of art and science, past or future.&lt;br /&gt;
Innocence is love, or so we thought before;&lt;br /&gt;
When innocence was with someone we don't even know anymore...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The one you love&lt;br /&gt;
Glenn Frey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-2694240863813643036?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/2694240863813643036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=2694240863813643036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2694240863813643036?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2694240863813643036?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/innocence.html' title='Innocence'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6on7YIKbO0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMAQH05eSp7ImA9Wx9VEU0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-5826585283111729331</id><published>2011-01-24T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:07:21.321+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-27T14:07:21.321+08:00</app:edited><title>Napanmanen (Moment Around)</title><content type='html'>In the beginning there was only darkness,&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing's happening in the middle of the vastness&lt;br /&gt;
Perfect sight would be useless in this mess&lt;br /&gt;
Long night sleep wouldn't help any rest&lt;br /&gt;
Then came along the light that change it all&lt;br /&gt;
A spark then a fire though still small&lt;br /&gt;
Would be the difference between a rise or fall&lt;br /&gt;
Rise of emotion and feeling to sprawl&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Pretty Eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Alex Goot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-5826585283111729331?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/5826585283111729331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=5826585283111729331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5826585283111729331?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/5826585283111729331?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/napanmanen-moment-around.html' title='Napanmanen (Moment Around)'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bxpiK1RqRHY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQERHw7cSp7ImA9Wx9WGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-2007831345713729893</id><published>2011-01-24T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T13:18:25.209+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-24T13:18:25.209+08:00</app:edited><title>Taxi came too Early</title><content type='html'>Sitting across the bar in dim yellow light&lt;br /&gt;
So close yet so far, in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;
A Sangria in the table, I don't know if I'm able&lt;br /&gt;
'coz my heart beat's unstable, like a wild horse in a stable&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The cold winter wind is nothing to the warmth of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
The fire and desire that could evaporate the most frigid ice&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes on the price, smile and go with the roll of the dice&lt;br /&gt;
Heart stopped, fall back, man down, all in a trice.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Me No Speak Americano&lt;br /&gt;
Yolanda Be Cool and D Cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-2007831345713729893?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/2007831345713729893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=2007831345713729893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2007831345713729893?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/2007831345713729893?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/taxi-came-too-early.html' title='Taxi came too Early'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GgFE5OQbt_g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08HQH0ycSp7ImA9Wx9WEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-874068730484242259</id><published>2011-01-15T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T03:03:51.399+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-15T03:03:51.399+08:00</app:edited><title>Bus Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jjar7np_wuE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/jjar7np_wuE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;
Back to December&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Six words wouldn't be enough to say I Love You&lt;br /&gt;
Two stanza's wouldn't do too&lt;br /&gt;
Six words should always be enough&lt;br /&gt;
Two letters would be too rough&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seven days a week I think of you&lt;br /&gt;
Seven hours in the night until two&lt;br /&gt;
Five hours to sleep and dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
Nine hours after waking up for the dream to follow through&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-874068730484242259?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/874068730484242259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=874068730484242259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/874068730484242259?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/874068730484242259?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/taylor-swift-back-to-december-six-words.html' title='Bus Stop'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YCQXc4cCp7ImA9Wx9XGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-4780579914931483400</id><published>2011-01-12T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:06:00.938+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-12T12:06:00.938+08:00</app:edited><title>Ayna</title><content type='html'>Where did it all came from&lt;br /&gt;
The music of the guitar&lt;br /&gt;
The Beat of the drum&lt;br /&gt;
The Choir of angels from afar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where do I put this heart&lt;br /&gt;
In a box, in a Bag, in a Cart&lt;br /&gt;
Where can I get some warmth&lt;br /&gt;
In an open fire with you in my arm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where could this sunshine be&lt;br /&gt;
Will it ever lay light on me&lt;br /&gt;
In this cold lonely winter night&lt;br /&gt;
A hint of your smile would make everything alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Where will I go from here&lt;br /&gt;
Would playing safe be better than facing a fear&lt;br /&gt;
Lone traveler or be where you are near&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting until the road is clear&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In the Sun&lt;br /&gt;
She and Him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-4780579914931483400?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/4780579914931483400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=4780579914931483400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4780579914931483400?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/4780579914931483400?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2011/01/ayna.html' title='Ayna'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUMSXo7eip7ImA9Wx9XF08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-469742645518371692</id><published>2011-01-11T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T13:38:08.402+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-11T13:38:08.402+08:00</app:edited><title>2 Mondays</title><content type='html'>Standing outside the closing elevator&lt;br /&gt;
A glimpse of our moment for sure&lt;br /&gt;
Fate suddenly opened a door&lt;br /&gt;
When our eyes meet just like before&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pushing fate to it's limit&lt;br /&gt;
Just to be with you every minute&lt;br /&gt;
Love and Passion be in it&lt;br /&gt;
Tell you the three words and mean it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I opened the door, but fate closed it&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted more, but nothing to get it&lt;br /&gt;
Next time, I know, there'll be next time&lt;br /&gt;
I'll do the crime, so it'll be a happier rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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if you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, she's yours,&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't, here's the poison, suicide&lt;br /&gt;
yourself for her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Optimist:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
Don't worry, she will come back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suspicious:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, ask her why.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Impatient:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't comes back within some time forget&lt;br /&gt;
her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Patient:&lt;br /&gt;
IF you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't come back, continue to wait until&lt;br /&gt;
she comes back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Playful:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
*If she comes back, and if you love her still,&lt;br /&gt;
set her free again, repeat*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
C++ Programmer:&lt;br /&gt;
if(you-love(m_she))&lt;br /&gt;
m_she.free()&lt;br /&gt;
if(m_she == NULL)&lt;br /&gt;
m_she= new CShe;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lawyers:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;
Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the second amendment of the&lt;br /&gt;
Matrimonial Freedom Act clearly states that....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bill Gates:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;
If she comes back, I think we can charge her for&lt;br /&gt;
re-installation fees but tell her that she's also going to get an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Biologist:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free, She'll evolve.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Statisticians:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone, Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;
If she loves you, the probability of her coming&lt;br /&gt;
back is high If she doesn't, the Weibull&lt;br /&gt;
distribution and your relation was improbable anyway.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Salesman:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, deal!&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't, so what! "NEXT".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Schwarzenegger's fans:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free,&lt;br /&gt;
SHE'LL BE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Insurance agent:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Show her the plan ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, sign her up,&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't, keep follow up with her and never give up!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Physician:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, it's the law of gravity,&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't, either there's friction higher than the force or the angle&lt;br /&gt;
of collision between two objects did not synchronize at the right angle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mathematician:&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set her free ....&lt;br /&gt;
If she ever comes back, 1 + 1 = 2 (peanut!),&lt;br /&gt;
If she doesn't, Y = 2X - log(0.46Y^2 + (cos(52/34X)) x 5Y^(-0.5)c) where c&lt;br /&gt;
is the infinite constant of no turning point.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nowadays' style:&lt;br /&gt;
If You Love Someone,&lt;br /&gt;
Set it free,&lt;br /&gt;
If It Comes Back, It is Yours&lt;br /&gt;
If It Doesn't, Hunt it Down and Kill It...!!! OR&lt;br /&gt;
PERHAPS REPORT TO IMMIGRATION THAT SHE/HE IS AN ILLEGAL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you love someone&lt;br /&gt;
WHY IN THE FIRST PLACE SET HER FREE???&lt;br /&gt;
CARELESS IDIOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
from: http://www.anvari.org/fun/Truth/If_You_Love_Someone.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-6335291952013653905?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.anvari.org/fun/Truth/If_You_Love_Someone.html' title='If you love someone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/6335291952013653905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=6335291952013653905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/6335291952013653905?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/6335291952013653905?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-love-someone.html' title='If you love someone'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUHQnc-cSp7ImA9Wx5XGUU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-2589716414678295580</id><published>2010-09-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T20:37:13.959+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-20T20:37:13.959+08:00</app:edited><title>After</title><content type='html'>the sweet little girl I knew is now gone&lt;br /&gt;
She's now grown up and has done what's done&lt;br /&gt;
Her innocent smile is now silent and gone&lt;br /&gt;
And now, She tells me she just wants to have fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I didn't notice a drastic change before my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Before I realize, even my own eyes can tell lies&lt;br /&gt;
I asked her, are you still, the one I once knew&lt;br /&gt;
But her look gave me the answer, a look certainly new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She had a piercing in her belly button&lt;br /&gt;
Piercing in her ears, comes by the ton&lt;br /&gt;
She now seeks of leaving home&lt;br /&gt;
And just forget the past she's known&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have neglected her, guided her never&lt;br /&gt;
Now was too late, she have herself to look after&lt;br /&gt;
And I have my self and a life that came after&lt;br /&gt;
There were no ties anymore to recover.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stwing.upenn.edu/%7Ejenf/writing/rant04.html"target=blank imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iK6fpgl3Epg/TB8LFrkH9uI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VS3VlrkumA0/s640/_Rules.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This image is linked to a rant written by&lt;br /&gt;
Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003&lt;br /&gt;
for the:&lt;br /&gt;
Wharton Undergraduate Journal&lt;br /&gt;
It is called:&lt;br /&gt;
Ode to Nice Guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-3830464560807634156?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/3830464560807634156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=3830464560807634156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/3830464560807634156?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/3830464560807634156?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-better-start-rhyming.html' title='Rules of Relationship and Ode to Nice Guys'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iK6fpgl3Epg/TB8LFrkH9uI/AAAAAAAAAKM/VS3VlrkumA0/s72-c/_Rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUEGQ3Y6eyp7ImA9WxFWFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33645793.post-542354012293781467</id><published>2010-06-04T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:47:02.813+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-04T15:47:02.813+08:00</app:edited><title>Out of My League</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-time-confession.html" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iK6fpgl3Epg/TAiuxvA6HRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jprFMWJjcXc/s640/01.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33645793-542354012293781467?l=art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/feeds/542354012293781467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33645793&amp;postID=542354012293781467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/542354012293781467?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33645793/posts/default/542354012293781467?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-of-l0ve.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Out of My League'/><author><name>DAN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243073974333799797</uri><email>sicadian@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13998635983340020288'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iK6fpgl3Epg/TAiuxvA6HRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jprFMWJjcXc/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>