<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536</id><updated>2024-10-06T20:21:30.491-07:00</updated><category term="A Silent Love"/><category term="FALL INLOVE"/><category term="LETTING GO"/><category term="Loving the right person at the wrong time"/><category term="THE GREATEST IRONY OF LIFE"/><category term="The Hardest Thing I Had to Say"/><category term="Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou"/><category term="beauty of love"/><category term="farm in California"/><category term="lonliness"/><category term="my textmate"/><category term="only love"/><category term="text pal"/><category term="txtmate"/><title type="text">The Other Side Of Me</title><subtitle type="html">its about the other side of me</subtitle><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-468763435058963788</id><published>2011-04-01T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:05:09.268-07:00</updated><title type="text">SANA....</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;naaalala ko pa rin ang mga oras na magkasama tayo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;at lahat ng mga bagay na magkasama nating ginawa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;ang RELASYON na matagal nating pinaglaban pareho.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;yung mga bagay na akala ko sapat na para hindi matapos &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;ang relasyon na to.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Naaalala mo pa ba yung lage mung sinasabi sakin???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Lagi mo sinasabi "-H-M-A, KAYA NATIN TO, WAG LANG TAYO BUMITAW&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;DI KITA IIWAN ANDITO LANG AKO AT SOBRANG MAHAL KITA PO!!!".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Na magkasama natib lalampasan lahat mallaki man o maliit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;na problema dahil magkasama tayo..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;yun naman ang ginawa ko iniintindi kita kahit minsan di ko na kaya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;kaya umiiyak nalang ako... dahil wala naman akong magawa kasi sa huli &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;ako padin ang lalabas na masama,sa huli kasalanan ko parin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;kaya pinipilit ko maging matigas khit nararamdaman ko nagbabago kana sakin... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;pero kahit ganun, umaasa parin ako na darating ang araw bumalik ka ulit sa dati... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;yung makulit, yung sa bawat araw nararamdaman ko kung ganu mo ako kamahal... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;yung sa bawat gabi kahit ganu ka pa ka pagod galing sa trabaho, nagagawa mo pa &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;mag alala at magtanung kung kamusta ang araw ko...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;kasi alam mo ba???? "MISS NA MISS KO NA ANG TAONG UN" :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;MISS N MISS NA KITA, kahit pa sinasabi mo tinotopak ako at di kita maintindihan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;pero ako kaya naiintindihan mo? Di mo na kailangan na masagot pa yan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;kasi alam ko na sa dulo ng usapan na to ako parin ang hindi nakakaunawa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;hindi ako selfish, hinahanap ko lang ang dating ikaw...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;ang hirap kasi nasanay ako na lagi kang may panahon sakin, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;nasanay ako na kapag nasasaktan at umiiyak ako lagi kang anjan kahit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;napakalayo mo sakin... lagi mo ko napapasaya kahit dagat pa ang pagitan natin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Nasanay ako na sa gabi nananatili kang gising kasi alam mo gising pa ako, at&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;bago ako makatulog boses mo ang pinakahuling maririning ko.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;At sa umaga pag gising ko, ikaw ang pinakaunang bumabati sakin, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;at sinasabing MAHAL NA MAHAL MO AKO at di mo ako ipagpapalit kasi &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;ako lang ang pinaka maganda sa paningin mo.. na sa kabila ng pagiging &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;pasaway at kakulitan ko ay hindi ka nagsasawang intindihin ako...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;sana nga bumalik kana...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/468763435058963788/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/04/sana.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/468763435058963788" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/468763435058963788" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/04/sana.html" rel="alternate" title="SANA...." type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-548011351356955291</id><published>2011-04-01T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T22:03:34.326-07:00</updated><title type="text">KISMET...</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 35px; line-height: 40px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Sabi nila pag mahal mo ang isang tao matuto kang pakawalan siya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Kung sayo, sayo... kung hindi, hindi... pero panu mo maiisip na pakawalan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Ang isang tao kung siya ang dahilan kug bakit nagmamahal ka???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Mas madalas nagkukunwari tayo pag sobra ng nasasaktan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;Sasabihin natin “WALA YUN NOH!” pero pag nag-iisa na di na mapigilan ang pag iyak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;At masasabi nalang sa sarili na “MAHAL PARIN KITA KAHIT OBRANG SAKIT NA!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Sometimes its not that easy to say, “BAHALA NA!” just to have the one you love remain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;By your side... but later on you will realize its more difficult to utter when you know you have to let go and just say, “BAHALA NA!! MALUNGKOT AKO BASTA’T MASAYA SYA!!!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Bawat bagay may halaga. Hindi mo lang nakikita kasi hindi pa siya nawawala, bawat tao &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;May importansiya, hindi mo lang napapansin dahil andyan lang siya...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Pero pg nawala na hinahanap mo na... saka ka manghihinayang, pag iba na ang nakinabang...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Whats meant to be will always find a way and if ever you’ve found yours, give your best shot to make it happen, so you wont have any regrets afterwards... NEVER let it go... kasi kung wala kang gagawin,hindi lahat ng MEANT TO BE ay nagiging REALITY...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Nagseselos ako sa mga taong nagiging malpit sayo, lalo pa at magkalayo tayo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;Hindi ako selfish o possessive... takot lang akong maging masaya ka sa iba, at baka&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;makalimutan mo na minsan naging masaya ka skin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN"&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;anung gagawin ko pag wala ka na??!! Masaaktan??!! Iiyak?? At pipiliting limutin ka??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;HINDI!!! Dahil isa lang ang aya kung gawin kahit masakit... Yun ay ang MAHALIN KA PARIN!!!...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;mso-ansi-language:EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/548011351356955291/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/04/kismet.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/548011351356955291" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/548011351356955291" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/04/kismet.html" rel="alternate" title="KISMET..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-8927695590344922175</id><published>2011-03-30T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:21:34.523-07:00</updated><title type="text">UNTITLED</title><content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m hoping that someday that some kid, black or white will hit more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whoever it is, I’d be pulling for him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life is too short to spend hoping that the perfectly arched eyebrow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or hottest new lip shade could mask an ugly grieving heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could write a million reasons to tell you how much I miss you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would, but I have limited space so I’d cut it short,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There’s no other person in this world that could make me smile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; The way you do".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We never talk about us, what you feel and how I felt...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But are there really things to be talked about?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or it was just my imagination when I felt everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Were just so right? :(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It’s amazing how you easily fall in love with someone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who simply smiles, talks or stares at you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only hard thing to do is to make that person&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fall for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is nothing so well known as that we should&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not expect something for nothing...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But we all do, and call it HOPE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don’t waste time beating on the wall,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoping to transform it into a door.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To LOVE means loving the UNLOVABLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To FORGIVE means pardoning the UNPARDONABLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FAITH means believing the UNBELIEVABLE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HOPE means hoping still when everything&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seems HOPELESS...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would assume that most people HATE my CHARACTER.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I’m HOPING against HOPE that I’m the CHARACTER YOU LOVE TO HATE...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;                IM JUST SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING BUT STILL TAKING &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHATEVER LIFE GIVES ME AND HOPING THAT I MADE THE RIGHT DECISION...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/8927695590344922175/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8927695590344922175" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8927695590344922175" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2011/03/untitled.html" rel="alternate" title="UNTITLED" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-7239669051211744785</id><published>2010-03-13T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:45:01.519-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:26.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;SILENT TEARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt; line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Handwriting&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;paradox of life; The people we meet are meant to fill the emptiness in our lives yet in reality, they bring greater holes in our hearts when time comes that they have to go. Because of that I sometimes hope I only have myself to be with… Then I wouldn’t have to know short-lived joy and suffer endless pain. But life wouldn’t permit that to happen. Again and again, it allows us to meet people who come to touch our lives and leave us to yearn at the memories they fill.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;He came to my life during the times I felt like the world was trying to keep me away from the one thing I truly loved—writing. I was a miserable earthling then, unsure of my dreams, my life, and myself but I was determined to step into the unknown. I wasn’t strong and confident but I was persistent. I wasn’t always a winner but I was unwavering. I wasn’t perfect because I was just a human. And he was there as my guide, never failing me for a moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;            My mornings are always started with early chitchats about everything in life and it was always filled with something new to learn. I would laugh at myself and at my foolishness and he would be there to listen and tell his own tales. I would pour out my emotions and he would express amusement. I was bizarre but it didn’t matter. He always understood. After that, I always feel ready to face yet another battle of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;            Evenings are never complete too when we couldn’t text each other. Never was a time that he wasn’t there when I wanted to cry for missing points in my quizzes. Never was a time that he didn’t rejoice with me when I would boast my perfect marks too. Never was a time that he didn’t answer when I ask about anything I could ever wonder about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;            There had been times too that I haven’t been nice to him and he would feel bad. But even at those times, he kept the same attitude. He was always silent of his disappointments but he never kept it to himself. He would talk but only the two of us would know what it is about. And then we would patch up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;            There had been moments too that I have been in doubt of his power—I mean his willingness to accept. Times when I asked myself if he could do something else. But he had proven himself over and over again and he even showed me more than I had expected. His love, care and understanding with that I trusted him more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height: 115%;font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;But then, life is like a journey—everyone comes and goes. People we learn to care for have to leave us to touch more lives, to find better sails and to direct themselves to the easier trails towards their mission in life. We can only be grateful that once, though short it was, they came to touch our lives and made us feel special.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;        When he bid goodbye, I was all smiles. I guess the reality of the situation hasn’t struck me yet then. But when I think about the things that we used to talk and laughed about, the saddest and happiest emotions that we’ve shared reverberated in my mind. Out came the memories so dear to my heart that in silence, I cried and shed endless tears of sorrow, of emptiness, of another loss.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Chiller"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;        Yet I know that he didn’t leave me because he wanted to stop my heart from beating, but because he wants to make my heart find its tune. He didn’t go because he cared less but because he wanted me to be strong. He didn’t choose to stay because he knew I would miss him but because he knew I could go on. No, I am not bitter about farewells. After all, it made me realize that we could only be grateful of what life could offer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/7239669051211744785/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/03/silent-tears-paradox-of-life-people-we.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/7239669051211744785" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/7239669051211744785" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/03/silent-tears-paradox-of-life-people-we.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-3390584030526641871</id><published>2010-03-13T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:40:42.733-08:00</updated><title type="text">A PIECE OF SOMETHING…</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;A PIECE OF SOMETHING…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;While I was walking, I stopped for a while and thought of the things that I don’t have. Then I realized that the happiest moment of all does not necessarily mean you have the best of everything. We just make most of everything that comes along our way. Its true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lost it, its also true that we do not know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;            In the gateway of my heart, I put a sign that says; “NO TRESPASSING”. But LOVE came laughing and said; “I CAN ENTER EVERYWHERE”. Love knows no reason, love knows no lie, love defies all reasons and love has no eyes, but love is not blind. Love sees but it doesn’t mind. Love is when you take away the feelings, passion, and romance until you found out that you still care for that person.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;            Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But, sometimes the thing that gives you joy can also hurt you in the end. It starts with a SMILE, develops with a KISS and ends with a TEAR.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;            When you love you must not expect something in return. If you do, you are not LOVING but INVESTING. If you love, you must prepare to accept pain. For if you only accept happiness, you are not LOVING but USING. Don’t go for looks, it can deceive you. Don’t go for wealth, it will just fade away. Go for someone who can make you smile, because a smile is the beginning of a new relationship and it will make you look younger. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The beginning of love is to let those whom we love be themselves and not to twist them to fit our own image and taste, otherwise we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Never try to impress someone to make him fall in love with you because if you do, you will have to keep that standard for the rest of your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;A sad thing about life is when we meet someone who means a lot to us, only to find out in the end that he was never bound to be ours and you MUST LET HIM GO. Maybe GOD want us to meet few WRONG people before meeting the RIGHT one so that when we finally meet the right person we will know how to be grateful to that gift. We oftentimes don’t see the reason why we do not always get what we wanted but in the end of it all, we realize that what we wanted was not meant for us. After all everything happens for a reason.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;When you feel down because you did not get what you wanted, just sit for awhile and be happy because GOD is thinking of something better for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;It hurts to love someone but not be loved in return. But the pain is stronger when you love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel. It is always better to have found COURAGE to love even if you lose it in the end rather than finding a love and HIDE it because you were to AFRAID to face the CHALLENGE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;The greatest regret in our lives must be the risk of not accepting. If you think of something which can make you happy, go for it then. Just remember, we only pass this way once…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Love, no matter how hard you find it. No matter how hard you try, you won’t get it. But when you were about to give up, it comes and sometimes the love we are looking for is just right in front of us, to close for our eyes to see. So close your eyes and let your heart open itself. There are so many stars in the sky, only some are radiant enough to be noticed. Among those you choose to ignore are the one which are willing to shine for you forever even if your glance remains elsewhere.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;GOD never closes a door without opening a window. He always gives us something better when he takes something away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Heartaches shall last as long as you want it, to throw it, as you allow it to go. Challenge is not as how to survive heartbreaks but learning from them instead. In relationships, thank GOD when you get hurt for you are given the chance to measure the importance of it. When you grow, you don’t become a better person because you experience suffering, its because of your experience itself that you learn. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, “WHY ME AND WHY DOES IT HAPPEN TO ME?” Unless we ask the same questions, for every moment of happiness that comes our way. When GOD put a tear in your eyes, it’s because he wants to put a rainbow in your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;There are some things that we never want to let go of… like people we don’t want to leave behind. But keep in mind that LETTING GO is not the end of the world. It’s the beginning of a new life. The brightest future will always be based on the forgotten past. You cannot go on with your life if you’ll never know how to let go of your past failures and heartaches. To LET GO is not to REGRET but to GROW and live for the FUTURE. To LET GO is not to FEAR LESS but to LOVE MORE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Don’t be afraid to break someone’s heart or to leave your heart broken because that is how relationship should be, and they are just stepping stone for the main one. Follow your heart. It might not always be the right but, you’ll have the memories that would make you smile when you get old. Its better not to have the person you love right now but to lose him forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;LOVE has its own time, season and reason. Embrace it and be glad that for a moment in your life IT WAS YOURS. Each of us is given a pocketful of time to spend it in whatever way we wish, for it will never come back again. Don’t be so busy planning for the life you wish to have or you might fail to appreciate the kind of life you already have now. DREAM what you want to dream, GO where you want to go, BE what you want to be, for you only have ONE CHANCE to do all things you really want in life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;A heart truly in live never loses hope but it always believes in the promise of love. No matter how long the time and how far the distance, NEVER say GOODBYE if you STILL want to TRY. NEVER GIVE UP when you STILL feel you CAN take it. NEVER say you DON’T LOVE the person anymore when you just CAN’T LET GO.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;True love does not have an ending. Its because “TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES”. It remains there… deep in your heart… FOREVER…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/3390584030526641871/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/03/piece-of-something.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/3390584030526641871" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/3390584030526641871" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/03/piece-of-something.html" rel="alternate" title="A PIECE OF SOMETHING…" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-4938186320732109004</id><published>2010-02-09T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:50:49.984-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="only love"/><title type="text">Only Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xvJDE_sUjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7xvJDE_sUjU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold today.I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?&lt;br /&gt;"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"&lt;br /&gt;"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Dr. Shu?"Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name."Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?""Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy."They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said."You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well.""Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might hear you." The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall."Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything."Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.&lt;br /&gt;That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waitingfor me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.&lt;br /&gt;After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you." I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions.&lt;br /&gt;An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to complain to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone."&lt;br /&gt;"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."&lt;br /&gt;E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he is. "You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again.&lt;br /&gt;"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any Japanese drama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."&lt;br /&gt;"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him. "One recent drama was really good. You should have watched it."&lt;br /&gt;"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought they were lies.&lt;br /&gt;"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly answered.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!" I was so angry. "That drama was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called 'Only Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who Nana was.&lt;br /&gt;"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums."&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn't bring myself to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm leaving."&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter."&lt;br /&gt;"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business." He quickly interjected.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, he would always come over to tease me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"Why are you staring off into space??" He loved to pull on my hair. "You're so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you smile." In other words, I'm really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair. "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." He argued.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross.&lt;br /&gt;That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class.&lt;br /&gt;"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.&lt;br /&gt;"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him."My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head." I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we wouldnot be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to boom. We separately moved to biggerapartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints.&lt;br /&gt;Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello." He picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed my displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy. "But I sent it."&lt;br /&gt;He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive it. Send it again."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??" He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each other?&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have to pick me up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat dinner by myself."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."&lt;br /&gt;"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much to ask for??&lt;br /&gt;I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later and forgot about our argument.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."&lt;br /&gt;As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very serious. He may die."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm.&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person was my boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced them.&lt;br /&gt;"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped me. "I understand what you're going through, but you're a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many years that it's become a habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. "I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again and tried to knock the life back into his body.&lt;br /&gt;"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control and my professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;And that day happened to be Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day.&lt;br /&gt;They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large truck on the way.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish.&lt;br /&gt;Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After his death, I couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day.&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong. She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this one said: "Because of system error, we could not send these until today.&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year's Valentine's Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these?&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play.... "Only Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem.&lt;br /&gt;"Hwei."&lt;br /&gt;That's my name.&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any flowers. Today I send you a rose."&lt;br /&gt;I received it and it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;"You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and tell each other how we feel."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant.&lt;br /&gt;"I know I always make you mad by the things I say."&lt;br /&gt;Good that you're admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;I waited so many years for those words.&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money."&lt;br /&gt;You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?&lt;br /&gt;"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I didn't trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now I've saved enough money so we don't have to wait anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours."Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will you?"&lt;br /&gt;That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words and talking to him. It's like I can hear his voice and see him again.&lt;br /&gt;As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.&lt;br /&gt;The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment last. You were there and all the world was young and all it's songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was all, all you were living for,and how you gave that love to me...."&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness that will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have waited until today.&lt;br /&gt;So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and typed the response that I've already prepared for so many years - "I will."&lt;br /&gt;I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will - fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the repeating song "Only Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every singled rose, and typed the same response: "I will."&lt;br /&gt;I replied 100 times, and "Only Love" played 100 times. In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's been broken for 1 year finally got reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I answered you. What about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/4938186320732109004/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-love.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/4938186320732109004" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/4938186320732109004" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/only-love.html" rel="alternate" title="Only Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-692064381292942340</id><published>2010-02-09T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:51:16.800-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Silent Love"/><title type="text">A Silent Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp;amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp;amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp;amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp;amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;A year has passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/692064381292942340/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-love-from-very-begining-girls.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/692064381292942340" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/692064381292942340" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-love-from-very-begining-girls.html" rel="alternate" title="A Silent Love" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-2671556034251904892</id><published>2010-02-02T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:55:02.233-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beauty of love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lonliness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou"/><title type="text">Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for your gentleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Holding love, waiting quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My two hands Are actaully shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But what can I give you? I'm just somebody he forgets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My heart has been emptied with a sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will plant you in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maybe one day I will finally grow another dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't know, Don't understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why, my heart Obviously wants to go closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yet I'm lonely til' dawn Don't know, Don't understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The beauty of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is always in lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Giving you the best of my best love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for your gentleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The candlelight that lights up the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only warmness that doesn't disturb my winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haven't decided where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's why I can't promise to let you accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Afraid you will become me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The beauty of love Is always in lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Giving you the best of my best love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why, my heart Obviously wants to go closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yet I'm lonely til' dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The beauty of love Is always in lonliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Giving you the best of my best love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Thanks for your gentleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The candlelight that lights up the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only warmness that doesn't disturb my winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haven't decided where to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That's why I can't promise to let you accompany me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afraid you will become&lt;/span&gt; me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/2671556034251904892/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ni-de-wen-rou-thanks-for-your.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/2671556034251904892" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/2671556034251904892" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ni-de-wen-rou-thanks-for-your.html" rel="alternate" title="Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-8280392911779597904</id><published>2010-02-02T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:02:53.099-08:00</updated><title type="text"/><content type="html">                       Xie Xie Ni De Wen Rou 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your gentleness
&lt;br /&gt;Holding love, waiting quietly
&lt;br /&gt;My two hands
&lt;br /&gt;Are actaully shaking
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;But what can I give you?
&lt;br /&gt;I'm just somebody he forgets
&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been emptied with a sweep
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I will plant you in my heart
&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day
&lt;br /&gt;I will finally grow another dream
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;Obviously wants to go closer
&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm lonely til' dawn
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of love
&lt;br /&gt;Is always in lonliness
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Giving you the best of my best love again
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your gentleness
&lt;br /&gt;The candlelight that lights up the smile
&lt;br /&gt;Only warmness that doesn't disturb my winter
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Haven't decided where to go
&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't promise to let you accompany me
&lt;br /&gt;Afraid you will become me
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I will plant you in my heart
&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day
&lt;br /&gt;I will finally grow another dream
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;Obviously wants to go closer
&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm lonely til' dawn
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of love
&lt;br /&gt;Is always in lonliness
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Giving you the best of my best love again
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;Obviously wants to go closer
&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm lonely til' dawn
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, Don't understand, Don't want
&lt;br /&gt;Why, my heart
&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of love
&lt;br /&gt;Is always in lonliness
&lt;br /&gt;Giving you the best of my best love again
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your gentleness
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The candlelight that lights up the smile
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Only warmness that doesn't disturb my winter
&lt;br /&gt;Haven't decided where to walk
&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can't promise to let you accompany me
&lt;br /&gt;Afraid you will become me 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/8280392911779597904/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ni-de-wen-rou-thanks-for-your_02.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8280392911779597904" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8280392911779597904" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/02/xie-xie-ni-de-wen-rou-thanks-for-your_02.html" rel="alternate" title="" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-5974969318628542851</id><published>2010-01-24T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:10:21.661-08:00</updated><title type="text">WHY. . .  WHAT IF. . .</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It’s hard to retain the feelings for a person who doesn’t seem to care for you anymore. . .&lt;br /&gt;Where will you find the courage to fight for someone who had already gave you up? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considered as one of the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;IRONIES&lt;/span&gt; of life. . .;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“YOU HAVE TO GIVE UP THE RIGHT LOVE BECAUSE OF A WRONG PERSON”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; wont we ask ourselves, why do we still love that wrong person even after knowing he is &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt; one?!. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a clear &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FOOLISHNESS&lt;/span&gt; of a human heart. . .&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the mere &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FACT&lt;/span&gt;. . . its what we call &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;We aim to have a perfect relationship though we know at the back of our brains, that it is something that doesn’t &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;EXIST&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHY &lt;/span&gt;do we keep on loving though we already knew that even from the start that we would only get &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt; in the end?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; do we always accept the pain though it would mean our &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OWN HAPPINESS&lt;/span&gt;. . .?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; do we get so dumb that we even intend to sacrifice for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; reason that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;” though we already knew that they cant love us back the way we deserved to be loved. . .?!&lt;br /&gt;. . .and WHY do we have to cry for those people who doesn’t even deserved our tears?!. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions, but are all kept inside my heart. . . some are strong enough to find their answers. . . But &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;?!. . . I intend to keep it to myself because too &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;COWARD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WEAK&lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;SCARED&lt;/span&gt; to all my questions such as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT IF’s&lt;/span&gt;, like;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; he doesn’t love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt; Or, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; he already found someone else?&lt;br /&gt;. . .&amp;amp; then there’s also a thought says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; he still does?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/span&gt; he has not found anyone yet?!. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions keep on lingering inside my mind, but which one will I believe in?! As far as I know myself, I am always scared of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;FAILURES&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;REJECTIONS&lt;/span&gt; but ive never been afraid of &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;TAKING RISKS&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;OF GETTING HURT&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/5974969318628542851/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard-to-retain-feelings-for-person.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/5974969318628542851" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/5974969318628542851" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-hard-to-retain-feelings-for-person.html" rel="alternate" title="WHY. . .  WHAT IF. . ." type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-8126184909939734101</id><published>2010-01-20T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:44:13.654-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my textmate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="text pal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="txtmate"/><title type="text">Text Pal</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the night?" I asked myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents, who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're miles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone beeped again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of emptiness!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys... I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?" I typed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want 2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without it loving and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping it would be her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp; throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."&lt;br /&gt;One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp; holdin on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though... I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't stay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft, kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again. According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and cut through the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp; der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer dan 4ever..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize what was keeping us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me 2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2 love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny but of free will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered, "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather, it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same way, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts, which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would not answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel the emptiness I felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped again. It was her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again. Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down." "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses. I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay," she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked, pleadingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear, there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her. I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking for Mikaella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius." While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius. I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart, I was trembling and afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would always be with her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had&lt;br /&gt;told me she went everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply, yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand. 4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let u hold each other again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..." I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/8126184909939734101/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/text-pal.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8126184909939734101" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/8126184909939734101" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/text-pal.html" rel="alternate" title="Text Pal" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5016522996661251536.post-7310474834150661199</id><published>2010-01-20T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T01:43:33.896-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm in California"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Hardest Thing I Had to Say"/><title type="text">The Hardest Thing I Had to Say</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;It all started when I was 6 years old. While                        I was playing outside on my farm in California, I met a                        boy. He was an average kind of boy who teased you and then                        you chased them and beat them up. After that first meeting                        in which I beat him up we kept on meeting and beating each                        other up at the fence. That only lasted for a little while                        though. We would meet at the fence all the time and we were                        always together.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would tell him all my secrets. He was very quiet he would                        just listen to what I had to say. I found him easy to talk                        to and I could talk to him about everything. In school we                        had separate friends but when we got home we would always                        talk about what happened in school. One day I said to him                        that a guy I liked hurt me and broke my heart. He just comforted                        me and said everything would be okay. He gave me words of                        encouragement and helped me get over him. I was happy and                        thought of him as a real friend. But I knew that there was                        something else about him that I liked. I thought of it that                        night and figured it was just a friend kinda thing that                        I was feeling.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;All through high school and even through graduation we're                        always together and of course I thought of it as being friends.                        But I knew deep inside that I really felt differently. On                        graduation night even though we had different dates to the                        prom I wanted to be with him. That night after everybody                        went home I went to his house and wanted to tell him that                        I wanted to see him. Well, that night was my big chance                        and all I did was just sit there with him watching the stars                        and talking about what I was going to do and what he was                        going to do. I looked into his eyes and listened to him                        talk about what his dream was. How he wanted to get married                        and settle down. He said how he wanted to be rich and successful.                        All I could do was to tell him my dream and cuddle next                        to him.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went home hurting because I didn't tell him how I was                        feeling. I wanted to tell him so bad that I loved him but                        I was too scared and frightened. I let my feelings go and                        told myself that someday I would tell him just how I felt.                        All through college I wanted to tell him but he always had                        someone with him. After graduation he got a job in New York,                        I was happy for him but at the same time I was sad to see                        him go. I was sad also because I didn't tell him how I felt.                        But I couldn't let him know now that he was leaving for                        his big job. So I just kept it to myself and watched him                        go on the plane. I cried as I hugged him for what I felt                        was going to be the last time. I went home that night and                        cried my eyes out. I felt hurt that I didn't tell him what                        I had inside my heart.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, I got a job as a secretary and then worked my way                        to a computer analyst. I was proud of what I had accomplished.                        One day I got a letter with an invitation to a marriage.                        It was from him, I was happy and sad at the same time. Now                        I know that I could never be with him and that we could                        only be friends. I went to the wedding the next month. It                        was a big occasion. The big church wedding and the reception                        at the hotel. I met the bride and of course him. I fell                        in love one more time. But I held back so it wouldn't spoil                        what should be the happiest day in his life. I tried to                        have fun that night but it was killing me inside watching                        him being so happy and me trying to be happy covering up                        my sadness tears inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;" align="left"&gt;I left New York feeling that I did the right                        thing. Before I left on the flight, he came running out                        of nowhere and said his good-byes and how he was very happy                        to see me. I came home and just tried to forget about what                        went on in New York. I had to go on with my life. As the                        years went on, we wrote to each other on what was going                        on and how he had missed talking to me. On one occasion                        he never wrote back to me at all. I was getting worried                        as to why he hadn't written anything for a long time after                        I had already written 6 letters to him. Well, just when                        everything seemed hopeless and sad in my life, I got a note                        that said: "meet me at the fence where we used to talk                        about things". I went and saw him there. I was happy                        to see him, but he was broken-hearted and sad inside. We                        hugged until we couldn't breathe anymore.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then he told me about the divorce and why he hadn't written                        for a long time. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore.                        Finally, we went back to the house and talked and laughed                        about what I had been going and to catch up on old times.                        But in all of this, I couldn't tell him how I felt about                        him. In the days that followed, he had fun and forgot about                        all his problem and his divorce. I fell in love again with                        him. When it came time for him to leave back to New York,                        I went to see him off and cried. I hated to see him leave.                        He promised to see me every time he could get a vacation.                        I couldn't wait for him to come so I could be with him.                        We would always have fun when we were together.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day he didn't show up like he said he would. I figured                        that he might have been busy. The days turned into months                        and I just forgot about it. Then I got a call one day from                        a lawyer in New York. The lawyer said that he had died in                        a car accident going to the airport. And that it took this                        long till everything was settled. It broke my heart. I was                        shocked about what took place. Now I knew why he didn't                        come that day. Again, I was broken-hearted. I cried that                        night, cried tears of sadness and heartache. Asking questions                        why did this happen to a kind guy like him?&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gathered my things and went to New York for the reading                        of his will. Of course, things were given to his family                        and his ex-wife. I finally got to meet her since the last                        time we met at the wedding. She explained to me how he was                        and how he always provided. But he was always unhappy. She                        would always try everything but she couldn't get him happy,                        as he was that night at their wedding. When the will was                        read, the one thing that was given to me was a diary. It                        was a diary that of his life. I cried as it was given to                        me. I didn't know what to think. Why was this given to me?                        I took it and flew back to California. As I flew on the                        plane I remembered the good times that we had together.                        I started reading the diary and what was written.&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The diary was started with the day we first met. I read                        on till I started to cry. The diary told of him saying that                        he had fallen in love with me that day I was broken-hearted.                        But he was too afraid to tell me what he had felt. That                        is why he was so quiet and liked to listen to me. It told                        of how he wanted to tell me so many times, but was too afraid                        to say anything. It told of when he went to New York and                        fell in love with another. How the happiest time he had                        was seeing me and dancing with me at the wedding. He said                        he imagined it was our wedding. How he was always unhappy                        till he had no choice but to divorce his wife. How the best                        time in his life was to read the letters written to him                        by me. Finally, the diary ended when it said, "today                        I will tell her I love her". It was the day he was                        killed. The day I was going to finally find out what was                        really in his heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you love someone, don't wait till tomorrow to tell him/her.                        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Some are afraid to let go because they are afraid to see the one they love be held by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Most relationship tend to fail not because of the absence of love, but because of neglect. Love is always present. It’s just that one loves too much and the other loves too little.&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CENTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of the body, but it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEATS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, maybe thats the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST REASON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT ALWAYS RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;More often we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FALL INLOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with the person we think we love but then we’ll discover that for them, we are just past times, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger..&lt;br /&gt;So here’s a piece of advice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LET GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, when you feel that you are hurting too much….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GIVE UP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE ISN’T ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOVE ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, when things are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT LIKE BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FOR SURE THERE’S SOMEOUT OUT THERE WHO WILL LOVE ME EVEN MORE…. ;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/feeds/4913979831904635909/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go-greatest-irony-of-life.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/4913979831904635909" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5016522996661251536/posts/default/4913979831904635909" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://mystrangefeelings-mysaddestpart.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go-greatest-irony-of-life.html" rel="alternate" title="LETTING GO!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Chin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06797241659661279638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="24" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8p5H4OccbryBcPH_Sj0Mm5sjYNcvtmKR2l1828Htk8MNco8RNCpRDn_9hXFlAqtOyEXShPWTcDwuaVtYIb5N6rBbJpqsvHhpU4RfVgt50G2ocPr2HLj_UrrFdq9sUhTQ/s220/B40.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>