<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:19:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coz, life will be perfect that way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-6391687501940562172</id><published>2009-08-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T07:35:29.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nobody comes here much anymore. good. i can rant then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF ):&lt;br /&gt;im annoying. really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dono the reasons i hate myself. i do. i just do. just wait for me to cry. which actually i already am. 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cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzk7ASGBI/AAAAAAAAACA/GDIYkkY1Nnc/s400/DSC08004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240661142902802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;edited by MEGAN SHEN.. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzks9Xh1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCxlSiE35EA/s1600-h/DSC07989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzks9Xh1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fCxlSiE35EA/s400/DSC07989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240657372579666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was extremely random o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzkdM1bCI/AAAAAAAAABw/Omoj_aV3QPU/s1600-h/DSC07982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzkdM1bCI/AAAAAAAAABw/Omoj_aV3QPU/s400/DSC07982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342240653142486050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from left to right: ammie, efaye, myself, megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. more pics at: www.megan-shen.blogspot.com =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-7768222493631838427?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/7768222493631838427/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SiNzk7ASGBI/AAAAAAAAACA/GDIYkkY1Nnc/s72-c/DSC08004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-5646975035920987838</id><published>2009-05-28T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T05:28:36.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i still love you. so shut UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-5646975035920987838?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/5646975035920987838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/5646975035920987838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/5646975035920987838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-still-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-1431948973813401520</id><published>2009-05-07T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T05:25:55.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do u have to look at me with those eyes?&lt;br /&gt;straight into mine..&lt;br /&gt;and then u give me that smile of yours&lt;br /&gt;that makes my spine twine&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy&lt;br /&gt;i want to let go&lt;br /&gt;obviously i do&lt;br /&gt;but geez you've got me hanging on to you&lt;br /&gt;i cant let go&lt;br /&gt;you've got me glued to you&lt;br /&gt;i swear im going to blow up&lt;br /&gt;if i dont let go soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been two years&lt;br /&gt;you've had me locked to you&lt;br /&gt;will i ever let go&lt;br /&gt;of this die hard crush?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i feel like screaming&lt;br /&gt;if only i could&lt;br /&gt;i miss you even now&lt;br /&gt;if though i just saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and that smile&lt;br /&gt;that makes your eyes small&lt;br /&gt;it makes my heart pound harder at end&lt;br /&gt;or does it skip beats?&lt;br /&gt;i can never tell&lt;br /&gt;coz im too focused on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. will you ever notice?&lt;br /&gt;and feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;but what are the chances?&lt;br /&gt;none i expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i really do feel like bombing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;be glad im still holding on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-1431948973813401520?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-7140964868656579950</id><published>2009-05-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:24:24.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>written originally by megan (ahem, fox) shen. editted by myself (so she wouldn't sue me for copy print. hahaha XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see you is so complicated,&lt;br /&gt;it makes me so crazy in mind,&lt;br /&gt;your the one who made me interested.&lt;br /&gt;because you were so one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I look into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but when you look at her with your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she means everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see you staring,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what you're thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I always hoped it was i, in your mind, your mind grazing&lt;br /&gt;but my thoughts were hazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried and lied&lt;br /&gt;day and night, who could help me? obviously not my might&lt;br /&gt;hoping you would understand my heart's side,&lt;br /&gt;with the thought of you as my knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamed a day would come,&lt;br /&gt;that you would love me,&lt;br /&gt;but would you ever love me too?&lt;br /&gt;you weren't so mean&lt;br /&gt;as to let me fall that heavily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving you's hard&lt;br /&gt;but i'll continue doing so anyways&lt;br /&gt;coz u deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;u one of a kind, all my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this with a tear,&lt;br /&gt;as you will never read this I guess,&lt;br /&gt;because what do you care?&lt;br /&gt;alot of thoughts, but me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-7140964868656579950?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/7140964868656579950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-originally-by-megan-ahem-fox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/7140964868656579950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/7140964868656579950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/05/written-originally-by-megan-ahem-fox.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-8295679925636948328</id><published>2009-04-22T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T05:12:45.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i feel a long one coming on... sorry to bore ya'll..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get over this?&lt;br /&gt;i want to let go&lt;br /&gt;coz it juz hurts so much..&lt;br /&gt;coz it juz hurts too much..&lt;br /&gt;its hard to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;but not being able to say&lt;br /&gt;everthing i want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my skin tingles at the very thought of you&lt;br /&gt;would u ever love me?&lt;br /&gt;love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting here&lt;br /&gt;feeling like im going to cry&lt;br /&gt;but im juz holding it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to draw attention&lt;br /&gt;it'll juz carry more tension&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to explain&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;i juz dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to&lt;br /&gt;oh yes i want to so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but u wouldn't understand would you?&lt;br /&gt;i thought not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all my boyfriends,&lt;br /&gt;of all my crushes&lt;br /&gt;why does this one hurt so much more?&lt;br /&gt;why does this one feel so much different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i curse myself.&lt;br /&gt;for thinking this way&lt;br /&gt;i curse myself&lt;br /&gt;for finding out i loved you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz then,&lt;br /&gt;it felt like nothing&lt;br /&gt;coz then,&lt;br /&gt;we were so easy going&lt;br /&gt;coz then.&lt;br /&gt;coz then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz then&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to laugh along with you&lt;br /&gt;coz then&lt;br /&gt;i would be able to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;without feeling tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like you're perfect&lt;br /&gt;but is anyone perfect really?&lt;br /&gt;everyone has their faults&lt;br /&gt;but to me&lt;br /&gt;u feel&lt;br /&gt;i think&lt;br /&gt;ur like&lt;br /&gt;i thought&lt;br /&gt;i still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u ARE. perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not seeing you for one day&lt;br /&gt;feels like three days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not seeing you for one day&lt;br /&gt;feels like three seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not seeing you for one day&lt;br /&gt;feels like three years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get a hint.&lt;br /&gt;no. wait. dont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a whirl of emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as no one knows&lt;br /&gt;mostly everyone knows&lt;br /&gt;as no one thinks&lt;br /&gt;everyone does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not making sense&lt;br /&gt;but to myself&lt;br /&gt;it means the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz it juz hurts to much... _____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;its the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;its the way you wave&lt;br /&gt;its the way you wink&lt;br /&gt;its the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;its the way you sing&lt;br /&gt;its the way you play the guitar and drums&lt;br /&gt;its the way you walk&lt;br /&gt;its the way you talk its the way you are so modest&lt;br /&gt;its the way you tease&lt;br /&gt;its the way you joke&lt;br /&gt;its the way you get annoyed&lt;br /&gt;its the way you lag :)&lt;br /&gt;its the way you play&lt;br /&gt;its the way you run&lt;br /&gt;its the way you say 'lol'&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make me blush&lt;br /&gt;its the way you're afreaid to tell me my faluts&lt;br /&gt;its the way you want to make sure im not offended&lt;br /&gt;its the way you act so cool&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make so many girls fall for you&lt;br /&gt;its the way you caught me too&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make my skin tingle&lt;br /&gt;its the way you hug me&lt;br /&gt;its the way you're so smart&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make me miss you&lt;br /&gt;its the way you understand me&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;its the way you dont want me hurt&lt;br /&gt;its the way you make my heart race, or was it skip a beat? maybe two?&lt;br /&gt;its the way you teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the way you made me love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-5648288983411827432</id><published>2009-04-15T01:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:35:59.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;But I know I saw a light in you&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked we were talking&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say half the things I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the girls tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the one waiting there even when it's cold&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing&lt;br /&gt;I don't always have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, I've been holding back this feeling&lt;br /&gt;So I got some things to say to you&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all, so I thought&lt;br /&gt;But I never seen nobody shine the way you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, why are people always leaving?&lt;br /&gt;I think you and I should stay the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're dimming the street lights, you're perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you here tonight?&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting alone now, so come on and come out&lt;br /&gt;And pull me near and shine, shine, shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Stephen, I could give you fifty reasons&lt;br /&gt;Why I should be the one you choose&lt;br /&gt;All those other girls, well, they're beautiful&lt;br /&gt;But would they write a song for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it if you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look like an angel&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so&lt;br /&gt;Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if there's no one else&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;Can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if only i could change steven to your name. but it wouldn't match. I LOVE YOU. =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-5648288983411827432?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/5648288983411827432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-stephen-i-know-looks-can-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/5648288983411827432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/5648288983411827432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-stephen-i-know-looks-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-260232147133752275</id><published>2009-04-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:15:51.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember last time.. like.. last time.. haha. before my new found faith (even though i called myself a christian last time.. i guess i wasn't really one..) i remember trying to commit suicide like. 5 times.. i tried jumping of our balcony, i  tried cutting myself with a knife.. everything.. even rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was one attempt.. that even then when i tried shocked me, i never knew i would do it..i was like, extremely happy.. i MEAN extremely happy,.. no one was home.. only my maid and i.. so no one would notice.. i went down into the kitchen took up a short pocket like knife and i actually cut myself in the side of my tummy.. yes.. i have a cut there now.. the scar aint visible, but yes, its there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; no one knows bout this.. but now u who's reading knows.. i was shocked i actually cut myself i dropped the knife on my toes - - my mum found out bout THAT. but not bout my tummy. lately my tummy's been hurting again.. n its not the  tummy ache kinda thing.. its like.. cutting and tearing kinda thing.. if u understand..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-260232147133752275?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/260232147133752275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-remember-last-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/260232147133752275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/260232147133752275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-remember-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-652605687674303860</id><published>2009-04-02T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:32:29.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but what for do i cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why for you of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking, thinking&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts im thinking..&lt;br /&gt;wondering whether i will ever&lt;br /&gt;ever, confess how much i love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but would you understand?&lt;br /&gt;understand the meaning of 'i love you'&lt;br /&gt;those fragile words&lt;br /&gt;that were meant,&lt;br /&gt;only for a special pair of ears..&lt;br /&gt;yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering, wondering&lt;br /&gt;these wonders i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;will you ever love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions, questions&lt;br /&gt;questions asked but never answered&lt;br /&gt;do you love me too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thinking, thinking&lt;br /&gt;i know you love me too&lt;br /&gt;just.. not the way i want you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions and wonders&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;what the answer will be...&lt;br /&gt;but i'll trust in the Lord&lt;br /&gt;to reveal what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hope i wont regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-652605687674303860?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/652605687674303860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-cry-yeah-i-cry-but-what-for-do-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/652605687674303860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/652605687674303860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-cry-yeah-i-cry-but-what-for-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-8507108176290722915</id><published>2009-04-02T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:53:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have a cool melay teacher.. who speaks in english with a melay accent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we tried to fool her.. she said this:&lt;br /&gt;ey, ey, listeeen.. april fools is ONLY for fools.. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if that is true.. then ELLIOT. U. R. A. FOOL. hahahahah XD.. along with many other people i fooled. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. she's an awesome melay teach. she's like.. the best teacher so far haha.. too bad she ain't my melay teach..(she was my melay teach for orientation..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-8507108176290722915?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/8507108176290722915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-cool-melay-teacher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/8507108176290722915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/8507108176290722915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-have-cool-melay-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-1058077646100156195</id><published>2009-04-02T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:43:52.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.. been kinda in a head in the clouds mood lately.. = = weird. i know.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so i got chosen to represent school for volleyball.. so yeah.. im like.. in the school team.. theres a competition in May and im training hard for it.. bleh.. tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps. i currently know 7 people who have a crush on you.. me counted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-1058077646100156195?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/1058077646100156195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/1058077646100156195'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-style: italic;"&gt;u made my day again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-2097934664053725159?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/2097934664053725159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/2097934664053725159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/2097934664053725159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>Jazzchen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12497397914991239573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x2I9qnuQfWI/SdITQXv47vI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VY7XGAZb6zc/S220/love.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8982975792278251169.post-6305874675657900751</id><published>2009-03-31T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:46:26.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a hyper mood, nor a emo mood.. but something IS bugging me..&lt;br /&gt;this conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x(person not to be named)x: at least u guys go to the same school.. u can see him often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ugh... sure.. but even though we go to the same school.. we hardly see each other.. its like we're in different worlds in school.. not able to reach to each other.. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx: .... but still in same school ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx:?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: whatever u say. i miss him so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dowana admit it but yeah, i love him, and i should make an effort to look for him and talk to him.. but hell, these days its like i only see him 2 times a week.. and judging by how much im in love with him.. thats now alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. he IS monitor and school runner.. so he is rather busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was crying the other night.. so i smsed him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wanted to meet me today... we talked the whole recess.. i feel better. coz ALL our conversations have its LOLS and HAHAHAs and its smiles. so yeah. im in a better mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if only he knew,&lt;br /&gt;how much i've fallen for him&lt;br /&gt;if only he knew,&lt;br /&gt;how much he means&lt;br /&gt;if only i could,&lt;br /&gt;tell him how much i love him&lt;br /&gt;if only i weren't afraid,&lt;br /&gt;to tell him the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away,&lt;br /&gt;sky high&lt;br /&gt;somewhere away&lt;br /&gt;from where we are&lt;br /&gt;somewhere i can look u in the eye&lt;br /&gt;and say i love you&lt;br /&gt;and hold ur hand,&lt;br /&gt;the way it makes my spine shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yeah, i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't told you.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;megan.. that was not meant to rhyme.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8982975792278251169-6305874675657900751?l=loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/feeds/6305874675657900751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loveydovey-sick.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-guys-im-not-in-hyper-mood-nor-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/6305874675657900751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8982975792278251169/posts/default/6305874675657900751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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