<?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-6311498092177119529</id><updated>2011-10-29T17:33:45.419+08:00</updated><category term='xoxo'/><category term='xoxo 5628'/><category term='5628'/><title type='text'>You'll always be part of me,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" id="table21"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; width: 529px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; width: 524px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, TO LOVE, OUR LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" rowspan="2" width="100" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" id="table23"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; width: 524px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;”LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, TO LOVE, OUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE, IN LOVE, MY LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, TO LOVE, OUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE, IN LOVE, MY LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, 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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, TO LOVE, OUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE, IN LOVE, MY LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE&lt;br /&gt;TO LOVE, OUR LOVE, YOUR LOVE, IN LOVE, MY LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, To Love, Our Love, Your Love, In Love, My Love…..,&lt;br /&gt;To love is grand…..,&lt;br /&gt;Our love is one…..,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is mine…..,&lt;br /&gt;We are in love……,&lt;br /&gt;My love is yours……,&lt;br /&gt;You are my love…..,&lt;br /&gt;Love, To Love, Our Love, Your Love, In Love, My Love…..! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8215969217204026924?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8215969217204026924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8215969217204026924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-love-love-love-love-love-love-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana 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(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;As I walk through life,&lt;br /&gt;I look at all I have done.&lt;br /&gt;I had wandered aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;And wondered what I have become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through so much,&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing I made it through.&lt;br /&gt;The lessons I have learned&lt;br /&gt;I am shocked I pulled through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times I wondered&lt;br /&gt;What life was all about.&lt;br /&gt;The trials experienced in life,&lt;br /&gt;Can make all the good come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to make it day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what we were taught.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember some time to pray,&lt;br /&gt;It is important,&lt;br /&gt;We need it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be short.&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected at that.&lt;br /&gt;We try to take its punches,&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping it won't break our back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Who you want to become.&lt;br /&gt;Everything will fall into place,&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget I love you's,&lt;br /&gt;Every chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;The time maybe short,&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be exciting,&lt;br /&gt;As we all have found out.&lt;br /&gt;Eventful, even busy&lt;br /&gt;There is no time to be left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember who you are,&lt;br /&gt;And Who you want to become.&lt;br /&gt;The time can be short&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave things undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your families,&lt;br /&gt;They are the only ones you've got.&lt;br /&gt;To carry you in times of need&lt;br /&gt;They can not be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember they love you,&lt;br /&gt;Either here or there.&lt;br /&gt;They will always be with us.&lt;br /&gt;Help for things to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&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/6311498092177119529-5406756816924016279?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5406756816924016279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5406756816924016279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/05/remember.html' title='Remember.... (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-432120751926837202</id><published>2010-05-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:26:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Friend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thank you, friend, for all the things&lt;br /&gt;That mean so much to me--&lt;br /&gt;For concern and understanding&lt;br /&gt;You give abundantly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks for listening with your heart;&lt;br /&gt;For cheering me when I'm blue;&lt;br /&gt;For bringing out the best in me;&lt;br /&gt;And just for being you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Thanks for in-depth conversation&lt;br /&gt;That stimulates my brain;&lt;br /&gt;For silly times we laugh out loud;&lt;br /&gt;For things I can't explain.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;For looking past my flaws and faults;&lt;br /&gt;For all the time you spend;&lt;br /&gt;For all the kind things that you do,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you; thank you, friend.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-432120751926837202?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/432120751926837202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/432120751926837202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-friend.html' title='Thank You, Friend (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5027223547671795800</id><published>2010-05-02T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:25:27.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;Our love is the long lasting kind;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been together quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for so many things,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice, your touch, your kiss, your smile.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;You accept me as I am;&lt;br /&gt;I can relax and just be me.&lt;br /&gt;Even when my quirks come out,&lt;br /&gt;You think they’re cute; you let me be.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;With you, there’s nothing to resist;&lt;br /&gt;You’re irresistible to me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m drawn to you in total trust;&lt;br /&gt;I give myself to you willingly.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Your sweet devotion never fails;&lt;br /&gt;You view me with a patient heart.&lt;br /&gt;You love me, dear, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been that way right from the start.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Those are just a few reasons why&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always love you like I do.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll have a lifetime full of love,&lt;br /&gt;And it will happen because of you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5027223547671795800?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5027223547671795800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5027223547671795800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons-why.html' title='Reasons Why (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1716856691892482033</id><published>2010-04-30T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:30:55.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Comes Of Tomorrow (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 51, 102); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div id="poembox" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 40px; padding-left: 5px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; background-color: rgb(239, 239, 244); border-top-color: rgb(16, 16, 32); border-right-color: rgb(128, 128, 144); border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 128, 144); border-left-color: rgb(16, 16, 32); border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 3px; border-right-width: 3px; border-bottom-width: 3px; border-left-width: 3px; text-align: center; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); "&gt;&lt;table class="poemtext PoemTextLeft " style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Joy is what fills the heart of they&lt;br /&gt;which hold within the mysteries of a friend&lt;br /&gt;A passion unknown unto words&lt;br /&gt;Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one&lt;br /&gt;And from their eyes diamonds fall,&lt;br /&gt;So precious every one&lt;br /&gt;Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear&lt;br /&gt;Comforting now to know that they are near&lt;br /&gt;Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar&lt;br /&gt;And feel within their hearts&lt;br /&gt;A passion so much more&lt;br /&gt;As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;What comes of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My friend's lost paradise&lt;br /&gt;And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a joy inside&lt;br /&gt;To know the joy of a dawning start&lt;br /&gt;Standing there beside them on that road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;We say farewell and weep&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they must also compromise&lt;br /&gt;And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear&lt;br /&gt;Please take with you these memories.&lt;br /&gt;Then from the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1716856691892482033?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1716856691892482033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1716856691892482033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-comes-of-tomorrow_30.html' title='What Comes Of Tomorrow (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3078931498478659766</id><published>2010-04-30T22:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:27:56.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Of Me (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;If you could see inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;see inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;you would know how I long for you&lt;br /&gt;whenever we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;if thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;you would know how I cherish you&lt;br /&gt;how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the ways you comfort me&lt;br /&gt;the way you hold me near&lt;br /&gt;the way you know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;to chase away my fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in your beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;your smile, laugh, your touch&lt;br /&gt;are just a few of many reasons&lt;br /&gt;I love you oh so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I can talk to you&lt;br /&gt;about any and everything&lt;br /&gt;and knowing together we will get&lt;br /&gt;through whatever life may bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could search the whole world over&lt;br /&gt;and this I know is true&lt;br /&gt;I would never find another love&lt;br /&gt;like the love I found with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though with each new day, each sunrise&lt;br /&gt;we can't know what's in store&lt;br /&gt;there is one thing I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;each day I love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you could see inside my head&lt;br /&gt;if thoughts were things to see&lt;br /&gt;you would know I blessed I feel&lt;br /&gt;to have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3078931498478659766?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3078931498478659766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3078931498478659766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/inside-of-me.html' title='Inside Of Me (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7838342496730417179</id><published>2010-04-30T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:24:30.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet The Long Sleep (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); line-height: 22px; "&gt;Glittering dark, dancing&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes, closed&lt;br /&gt;Everything I see, shadowed&lt;br /&gt;In roaring silence&lt;br /&gt;I hear&lt;br /&gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;A feather&lt;br /&gt;Soundless, a brush&lt;br /&gt;My lovers touch&lt;br /&gt;Bitter, life's bile&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, love's taste&lt;br /&gt;Shadows of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Darken the path of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;What was will not be&lt;br /&gt;What is, stands&lt;br /&gt;Before my eyes, open&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7838342496730417179?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7838342496730417179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7838342496730417179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-yet-long-sleep.html' title='Not Yet The Long Sleep (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4911843510354743712</id><published>2010-04-29T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T23:00:00.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest friend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; color: rgb(0, 53, 114); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066FF;"&gt;Thanks for being there&lt;br /&gt;and smacking me into my senses&lt;br /&gt;when I become so unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;what would I do without you&lt;br /&gt;your always there with me&lt;br /&gt;telling me to always be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;wish I could take it back&lt;br /&gt;all the stupid things I did...&lt;br /&gt;all the hurtful words I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't I see...&lt;br /&gt;that you were always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you hold the key,&lt;br /&gt;you've always seen something more in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;you've always cared more that I knew. It hurt you when I said I love&lt;br /&gt;you to another, cuz I only saw you as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest friend&lt;br /&gt;I should have seen...&lt;br /&gt;all the love you had for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I do, I want to say... I love you more with each day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4911843510354743712?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4911843510354743712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4911843510354743712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-my-dearest-friend.html' title='To my dearest friend (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8811947536458021147</id><published>2010-04-29T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:58:08.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always say i love you (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;Brittney loved basketball&lt;br /&gt;Friends and parties too&lt;br /&gt;And when it came to painting&lt;br /&gt;That's all she wanted to do&lt;br /&gt;She painted everything she saw&lt;br /&gt;Birds, flowers, the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some days she sat at her window&lt;br /&gt;And painted everything that passed her by&lt;br /&gt;But lately she'd been feeling woozy&lt;br /&gt;Her muscles ached a lot&lt;br /&gt;And her parents got kind of worried&lt;br /&gt;So they took her to the doc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;The doctor took a couple of tests&lt;br /&gt;To see if everything was okay&lt;br /&gt;Then the nurse came out with a look of sadness&lt;br /&gt;And this is what she had to say;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry but you've got leukemia,"&lt;br /&gt;"You've got about 3 months more."&lt;br /&gt;Then Brittney got up and ran out of the room&lt;br /&gt;And slammed the office door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran down the street screaming&lt;br /&gt;And cried her eyes out dry&lt;br /&gt;And stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it's like to die&lt;br /&gt;Her parents held her tightly&lt;br /&gt;And said, "We love you,"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll make your last few months the greatest,"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll do anything for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brittney and her parents moved to Florida&lt;br /&gt;To live by the sea&lt;br /&gt;Because Brittney loved the ocean&lt;br /&gt;And when she dies, that's where she wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;She spent her days painting&lt;br /&gt;And horseback riding in by the bay&lt;br /&gt;But one day she met this guy&lt;br /&gt;And his name was Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They collected seashells together&lt;br /&gt;And talked about all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;And then one day while walking&lt;br /&gt;He handed her a ring&lt;br /&gt;It said, "I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;Which brought tears to Brittney's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And when he put it on her finger&lt;br /&gt;She began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've got leukemia, and about a month more."&lt;br /&gt;He said," No matter what, I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;"And no matter what, you are the one I adore."&lt;br /&gt;So they spent everyday together&lt;br /&gt;And swam in the Atlantic all day&lt;br /&gt;But Brittney was getting weaker&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard for her stay awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day Brittney painted her picture&lt;br /&gt;And gave it to Jay&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I want you to remember me,"&lt;br /&gt;"Even when I leave this place."&lt;br /&gt;But one day while they were walking&lt;br /&gt;And searching for seashells in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Brittney collapsed and started to lose her breath&lt;br /&gt;And said to Jay, "Please hold my hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you more then anyone,"&lt;br /&gt;"You are my only true love,"&lt;br /&gt;"But now my time is up,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll watch over you from above,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Brittney's body was lifeless&lt;br /&gt;As she lay in Jay's arms&lt;br /&gt;And he sat there all day&lt;br /&gt;And kept her safe from harm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this teaches you a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;To tell someone you love them whenever you can.&lt;br /&gt;Because maybe they'll be gone tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And you wont be there to hold their hand.&lt;br /&gt;Because love is everything to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Without it, the world would be dead.&lt;br /&gt;So always tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;A parent, a lover, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Send this to everyone you know,&lt;br /&gt;it makes a big difference even though you don't&lt;br /&gt;think so...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves an "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;Because there may be&lt;br /&gt;No one for that person to say it back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#2F8DA5;"&gt;if ever you liked that someone,&lt;br /&gt;or even loved him or her,&lt;br /&gt;please have the courage to say it, for who knows&lt;br /&gt;if just that sentence would be too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8811947536458021147?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8811947536458021147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8811947536458021147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/always-say-i-love-you.html' title='always say i love you (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5089599740277958602</id><published>2010-04-27T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:56:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light Of My Life (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;In the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I found your light.&lt;br /&gt;When all was hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;your beauty shown bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I&lt;br /&gt;could love no more.&lt;br /&gt;You touched my heart,&lt;br /&gt;to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile,&lt;br /&gt;when I could only frown.&lt;br /&gt;You picked me up&lt;br /&gt;when I was down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all was lost&lt;br /&gt;you gave me life.&lt;br /&gt;You brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;instead of strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i think of you&lt;br /&gt;every day and night.&lt;br /&gt;you came into my life&lt;br /&gt;and made everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smile when we're together&lt;br /&gt;and when we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;the presence of your beauty&lt;br /&gt;stops my very heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope as time goes on&lt;br /&gt;you will see how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;and i hope that you will see&lt;br /&gt;that these feelings are for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you truly,&lt;br /&gt;I love you wholly.&lt;br /&gt;I love you completely,&lt;br /&gt;I love you solely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for someone very special in my life. They know who they are. I could not get through the day without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5089599740277958602?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5089599740277958602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5089599740277958602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/light-of-my-life.html' title='The Light Of My Life (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4812679207545521128</id><published>2010-04-27T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:53:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple vs Real (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyone can stand by you when you are right, but a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend identifies himself when he calls. A real friend doesn't have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend opens a conversation with a full news bulletin on his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A real friend says, "What's new with you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A real friend says, "You've been whining about the same thing for 14 years. Get off your duff and do something about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend has never seen you cry. A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names. A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed. A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems. A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest. A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A simple friend expects you to always be there for them. A real friend expects to always be there for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4812679207545521128?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4812679207545521128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4812679207545521128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-vs-real.html' title='Simple vs Real (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6269276198102203338</id><published>2010-04-27T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:52:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); line-height: 22px; "&gt;There is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;That feels I am different from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quite see,&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quite feel,&lt;br /&gt;Something so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;But this 'thing' is always there,&lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' with others, I will never share.&lt;br /&gt;So I push it to the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts of boys and clothes&lt;br /&gt;And make-up, it is hiding behind.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;It comes back with such ferocity,&lt;br /&gt;Angry and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever caused this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Must have been so horrible and bad.&lt;br /&gt;A lost memory or something else,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I can never let this feeling show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6269276198102203338?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6269276198102203338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6269276198102203338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/difference.html' title='Difference (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3423604011719241516</id><published>2010-04-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:09:45.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity Of Your Love (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="PoemText" style="text-align: left; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); "&gt;Your love is... an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Where sand meets the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Waves of love rolling over me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;As the tide comes to the shore,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting and needing to embrace me more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is... the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Shinning across the shimmering sea,&lt;br /&gt;Deep, wide, strong, and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Always there to carry me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is... my shelter,&lt;br /&gt;My compass, my true north,&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I go, your love is guiding me forth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is.... the fresh ocean breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Gently sweeping across my face,&lt;br /&gt;Touching me from place to place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is...&lt;br /&gt;The salty air I smell,&lt;br /&gt;Clearing my thoughts and thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is...&lt;br /&gt;The life preserver that keeps me from sinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go there to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone, for your love is with me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel you all around,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty, the wind, the mystery,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love engulfs me,&lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Holds me in wind's arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing memories of your charms,&lt;br /&gt;Never escape my deepest memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if ever our souls part to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me there, where the sea meets the sky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love will forever be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sands touch the sea,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love lives on,&lt;br /&gt;Our love flows back out into all eternity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3423604011719241516?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3423604011719241516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3423604011719241516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/eternity-of-your-love.html' title='Eternity Of Your Love (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6937679132011289687</id><published>2010-04-26T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:08:41.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;She's the best friend i ever had&lt;br /&gt;She brings me up when im mad&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder when im all cried out&lt;br /&gt;A positive when im in doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her i sing my crazy songs&lt;br /&gt;never had to say sorry for our wrongs&lt;br /&gt;her ear for a new guy friend&lt;br /&gt;there for her til the very end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my sister&lt;br /&gt;my favorite person, like my twin&lt;br /&gt;If i lose she wins&lt;br /&gt;My best friend forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6937679132011289687?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6937679132011289687'/><link rel='self' 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someone&lt;br /&gt;I walked past a dead face&lt;br /&gt;even though the person was alive&lt;br /&gt;I saw my eyes in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;and cried at the sight&lt;br /&gt;I looked at a person I didn¹t know&lt;br /&gt;and I met a friend&lt;br /&gt;I got heads to turn&lt;br /&gt;when I walked past&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot about myself&lt;br /&gt;when I lost a new friend&lt;br /&gt;I cried every tear in my body&lt;br /&gt;when I thought about love&lt;br /&gt;I got hit bad&lt;br /&gt;then got back in the ring&lt;br /&gt;I climbed a mountain of rocks&lt;br /&gt;and saw an eagle fly over- head&lt;br /&gt;I heard terrible things about myself&lt;br /&gt;when no one thought I was listening&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was strong&lt;br /&gt;when I didn¹t cry when it hurt&lt;br /&gt;I found out who I was&lt;br /&gt;when I was with someone else&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was lost forever&lt;br /&gt;when a friend found me&lt;br /&gt;I held a life in my hand&lt;br /&gt;and it was my own&lt;br /&gt;I was a pawn in someone else's game&lt;br /&gt;so I surrendered to a brook&lt;br /&gt;I walked the fine line between surviving&lt;br /&gt;and not wanting to survive&lt;br /&gt;I still am&lt;br /&gt;I am someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6603658643929617791?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6603658643929617791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6603658643929617791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-someone.html' title='I Am Someone (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-688002813035755832</id><published>2010-04-25T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:42:10.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You All My Life (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;I love you all my life, now and  forever I will always love you, and whatever trials, I will come closer I will always be faithful and true to you You have given me hope, made me  stronger in times when I am blue  The hope which I thought was really hard to find Just came along the way, just at the right time The time in which no more tears left to cry Your hugs of comfort ease my pain, now, there's no need to cry  I am amazed of how you filled my heart with so much love You treat me like a princess, so glad how you raise me up above You have been pouring out so much love from your heart my dear And all my life, I will serve and love you And for you, all the trials I'll bear.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-688002813035755832?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/688002813035755832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/688002813035755832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-you-all-my-life.html' title='I Love You All My Life (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7409704282904720467</id><published>2010-04-25T16:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:40:51.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;She never got to dance,&lt;br /&gt;Or go to her own Prom.&lt;br /&gt;She never got the chance,&lt;br /&gt;To forget where she came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never got to kiss,&lt;br /&gt;A man she idolized.&lt;br /&gt;She never felt love's bliss,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she was paralyzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never got to talk,&lt;br /&gt;About love with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;She never got to walk,&lt;br /&gt;Down a Church's Aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never got to say,&lt;br /&gt;Those precious words "I Do".&lt;br /&gt;But she was far and away,&lt;br /&gt;The strongest girl I ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't brush her hair,&lt;br /&gt;Or put make up on her face.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't hold you dear,&lt;br /&gt;Or give you a warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't clasp her hands,&lt;br /&gt;As if in the form of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why she was in a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never showed her fears,&lt;br /&gt;Or let you hear her cries.&lt;br /&gt;She never showed the tears,&lt;br /&gt;That fell down from her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never looked for pity,&lt;br /&gt;Or sympathy from you.&lt;br /&gt;That's why she'll always be,&lt;br /&gt;The strongest girl I ever knew.&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/6311498092177119529-7409704282904720467?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7409704282904720467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7409704282904720467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/strongest-girl-i-ever-knew.html' title='The Strongest Girl I Ever Knew (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5276762378124229417</id><published>2010-04-25T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:47:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Friend (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;I have a friend&lt;br /&gt;Who is perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;She listens to all my problems&lt;br /&gt;No matter how dumb they may be&lt;br /&gt;She likes herself for who she is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;And never tries to change She tells me to be myself&lt;br /&gt;And that I should never change&lt;br /&gt;She was shy on the phone&lt;br /&gt;But she would still call&lt;br /&gt;And we would talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;About nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;We would talk about love and life&lt;br /&gt;And discuss what we wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;She knew just how I felt&lt;br /&gt;And how happy I could be&lt;br /&gt;She listens to me patiently&lt;br /&gt;But never judges what I do or say&lt;br /&gt;She helped with all my problems&lt;br /&gt;And never went away&lt;br /&gt;I never once felt judged by her&lt;br /&gt;How much that meant to me&lt;br /&gt;That I could tell her all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And she would listen to me&lt;br /&gt;My friend never goes and tells&lt;br /&gt;What is dear to me&lt;br /&gt;She keeps it all bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't spread it like a bee&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for that friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship will never end&lt;br /&gt;And she will always be there&lt;br /&gt;For she is my best friend&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm,&lt;br /&gt;A happy and auspicious bird of calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5276762378124229417?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5276762378124229417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5276762378124229417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-friend.html' title='I Have A Friend (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4743001888705325987</id><published>2010-04-23T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:29:05.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hug :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;We were young and shy&lt;br /&gt;And still new at this&lt;br /&gt;Boy, time really does fly&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I was so in love&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't withstand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every smile,&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart jump&lt;br /&gt;With every laugh,&lt;br /&gt;You made my heart giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were alone for the first time&lt;br /&gt;And held hands and talked&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but notice&lt;br /&gt;Your warm hands fit perfectly with mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You were holding something&lt;br /&gt;I asked you to put it down before I could cry&lt;br /&gt;And then we finally hugged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged you like it would be the last&lt;br /&gt;You hugged me the same way&lt;br /&gt;You whispered, "I"ll never let you go"&lt;br /&gt;And we held onto each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally let go and smiled&lt;br /&gt;We both looked into each other's eyes&lt;br /&gt;And felt the same way&lt;br /&gt;It was the best day ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first hug&lt;br /&gt;That I shall treasure forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4743001888705325987?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4743001888705325987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4743001888705325987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-hug.html' title='First Hug :)'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-640954455069683709</id><published>2010-04-23T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:25:56.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE FRIENDSHIP :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 8px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 8px; "&gt;True friends are for life&lt;br /&gt; Until the end&lt;br /&gt; They're more than special&lt;br /&gt; They're your bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They're the ones you can go to&lt;br /&gt; When you're in despair&lt;br /&gt; The ones that'll help you&lt;br /&gt; Even when you got gum in your hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They're the ones who'll laugh&lt;br /&gt; And go laughing with you all through the night&lt;br /&gt; The ones who'll help you&lt;br /&gt; Help you with all their might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To have a good friend&lt;br /&gt; You have to be one&lt;br /&gt; So be nice to one another&lt;br /&gt; So you can be friends forever&lt;br /&gt; And that\'s how to be the best friend you can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-640954455069683709?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/640954455069683709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/640954455069683709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-friendship.html' title='TRUE FRIENDSHIP :)'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8588749754969529529</id><published>2010-04-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:23:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Entrapment (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica; font-size: 13px; "&gt;My love, I have tried with all my being&lt;br /&gt;to grasp a form comparable to thine own,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing seems worthy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now why Shakespeare could not&lt;br /&gt;compare his love to a summer’s day.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a crime to denounce the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of such a creature as thee,&lt;br /&gt;to simply cast away the precision&lt;br /&gt;God had placed in forging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each facet of your being&lt;br /&gt;whether it physical or spiritual&lt;br /&gt;is an ensnarement&lt;br /&gt;from which there is no release.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not wish release.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to stay entrapped forever.&lt;br /&gt;With you for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts, always as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8588749754969529529?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8588749754969529529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8588749754969529529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/entrapment.html' title='An Entrapment (:'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8446776197916936222</id><published>2010-04-22T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:21:54.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasures (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;It's so hard to find the perfect breeze,&lt;br /&gt;One blowing none too hard nor soft,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a scent of wild flowers,&lt;br /&gt;And moving clouds about aloft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to find the perfect sky,&lt;br /&gt;One blue and deep and bright,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a sense of openness&lt;br /&gt;With geese and wrens in flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to find the perfect night,&lt;br /&gt;One warm, quiet and unflawed,&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a mood of solitude,&lt;br /&gt;And a closeness to our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet no perfection's so hard to find&lt;br /&gt;As that which you extend&lt;br /&gt;And none I'll ever treasure more,&lt;br /&gt;Than to simply be your friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8446776197916936222?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8446776197916936222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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while your not here with me.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you that you are my world and more, I hope that you will remember what I am waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you I want you in my &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/life-poetry.asp" title="Read More reflective poems and quotes on life and love"&gt;life&lt;/a&gt;, I hope that you will remember that I am always by your side.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/i-love-you-poems.asp" title="Read more poems expressing the universal feeling of 'I love you'"&gt;I love you&lt;/a&gt; more than words, I hope that you will remember regardless of the &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/sad-poetry.asp" title="Read more sad poetry"&gt;hurt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you I am sorry for my mistakes, I hope that you will remember with every one I make.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you no other can compare, I hope that you will remember the &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/love-poetry.asp" title="Read more Love  and  Romance poems and quotes"&gt;love&lt;/a&gt; that we both share.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/i-love-you-poems.asp" title="Read more poems expressing the universal feeling of 'I love you'"&gt;I miss you&lt;/a&gt; everyday, I hope that you will remember your absence causes &lt;a href="http://poetryamerica.com/sad-poetry.asp" title="Read more sad poetry"&gt;pain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If I forget to tell you that forever is what I want, I hope you will remember that forever is what we have got. Whether I say these words to you, or wait until you are here with me, I will show you this forever, and these words will have no need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8106278478115533754?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8106278478115533754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8106278478115533754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-forget.html' title='If I Forget :)'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5763753050038302969</id><published>2010-04-21T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:54:13.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Comes Of Tomorrow :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(16, 16, 64); line-height: 20px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Joy is what fills the heart of they&lt;br /&gt;which hold within the mysteries of a friend&lt;br /&gt;A passion unknown unto words&lt;br /&gt;Within them fall the tears of all things they endure as one&lt;br /&gt;And from their eyes diamonds fall,&lt;br /&gt;So precious every one&lt;br /&gt;Dear within, the memories they caress with sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And gather them today, for what may come of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Priceless&lt;br /&gt;Priceless ever are these moments that we spend with those so dear&lt;br /&gt;Comforting now to know that they are near&lt;br /&gt;Yet there comes a day when they see the eagle soar&lt;br /&gt;And feel within their hearts&lt;br /&gt;A passion so much more&lt;br /&gt;As we stand beside them when that gleam glows in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;What comes of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;My friend's lost paradise&lt;br /&gt;And though a distant barrier wells up within the heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a joy inside&lt;br /&gt;To know the joy of a dawning start&lt;br /&gt;Standing there beside them on that road to paradise&lt;br /&gt;We say farewell and weep&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they must also compromise&lt;br /&gt;And so we hold them close and whisper in their ear&lt;br /&gt;Please take with you these memories.&lt;br /&gt;Then from the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5763753050038302969?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5763753050038302969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5763753050038302969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-comes-of-tomorrow.html' title='What Comes Of Tomorrow :)'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7941895478349765688</id><published>2010-03-29T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:28:21.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo 5628'/><title type='text'>between u and me</title><content type='html'>i dun know where to start , i really dun know what happen to me la . really think that i really a stupid girlfriend lor . thought that i can undestand him well more than what he understand . i think i always in a wrong thinking lor . should i do something , or is like i am always in the wrong but in the end the one who is saying sorry is him . i think i am too much liao , need to do something on it before i regret . but i really dun know what to do . scare he will misunderstanding everything . really it is not fair to him that he always tell me what he is thinking about and i very rarely tell him about my personal stuff , only tell him about other people stuff but not about myself . sometime i really dun know am i really suit him , is like always hurt him then heal back the wound then hurt him again . i dun really mean it . not i dun want to go to ur house i dun feel comfortable and even though we are already together for 3 months . but still got some of the things i need to be done before i go to ur house . somemore as i say before i cannot predict what will happen in future . no one will know . when just now u sa even how tough is the path u will want to hold my hand and walk together . and the first things that come to my brain , if one day one of us is tired how ? i really scare the person is me , i really have no self-confidence . i really dun want to hurt u again . really is not fair , i know this kind of things will happen when the time past by . i really what to say cos now whatever i say will not be cure is like each word confirm will like hurt him i dun really mean it . cos even though ni say sorry or what so ever this will not solve the only things will be solve . only is i need to have courage to face it and talk about it . cos the problem now is i try to run away from this issue even though i know cannot run away . no matter i really need to face it , or else as my cousin say before 'dun wait until u lose it than u will know how to cherish it , it is already very late liao .' so i wan to cherish everytime when i was with him . sometime i was like thinking am i really dun mind if he never meet me everyday ? itz all girls mind that ? sometime maybe i think too much liao ba . cos maybe i like to compare with girls that are in realtionship . are they really must meet their boyfriend every single day ? then why must always a boy wait for a gril ? why must they travel , spend money etc ... on their girlfriend ? sometime i dun know . am i really different from other girls or i really think alot , or maybe not use to it ba . cos sometime really thinks that am i useless ? now the only things is i need to know what is rite and wrong about my relationship , i dun want to be an idiots that boyfriend really treat me very well like my parents . sometime i think i very fortunate to have him in my life . i really cannot image if one day he is gone , what will happen to me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7941895478349765688?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7941895478349765688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7941895478349765688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/03/between-u-and-me.html' title='between u and me'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3271302756632872789</id><published>2010-02-09T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:10:07.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5628'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>HINTS FOR LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S3EYWIZCN8I/AAAAAAAABLE/vXxVEKG3Jq0/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-3a609ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S3EYWIZCN8I/AAAAAAAABLE/vXxVEKG3Jq0/s400/PhotoFunia-3a609ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436152993701574594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return&lt;br /&gt;But what is more painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let that person know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of his friend is the kind you  can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had&lt;br /&gt;It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for looks, they can deceive&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth, even that fades away&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright&lt;br /&gt;Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go, be what you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Always put yourself in the other's shoes&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person too&lt;br /&gt;A careless word may kindle strife&lt;br /&gt;A cruel word may wreck a life&lt;br /&gt;A timely word may level stress&lt;br /&gt;But a loving word may heal and bless&lt;br /&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear&lt;br /&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3271302756632872789?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3271302756632872789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3271302756632872789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/02/hints-for-life.html' title='HINTS FOR LIFE'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S3EYWIZCN8I/AAAAAAAABLE/vXxVEKG3Jq0/s72-c/PhotoFunia-3a609ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1046886032038852685</id><published>2010-02-01T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:09:26.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematical Love ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S2bgigZr6wI/AAAAAAAABJw/tQR3jHThl80/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-22d7669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S2bgigZr6wI/AAAAAAAABJw/tQR3jHThl80/s400/PhotoFunia-22d7669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433276883886926594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sketch the line between love &amp;amp; hate,&lt;br /&gt;As my algebra teacher expects me to.&lt;br /&gt;Each of them located at a boundless end&lt;br /&gt;Love is a maze, a inauspiciously intersected by hate&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, requires no missing fractions&lt;br /&gt;If loyalty is other than acute or obtuse angle,&lt;br /&gt;Then, lies and evasions could be the results.&lt;br /&gt;To preserve the future of a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;I should multiply my smooth words of love,&lt;br /&gt;Subtract and divide errors to show clemency,&lt;br /&gt;And add more emphasis in term of forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;The concept of love is accessible to follow&lt;br /&gt;And simultaneously ambiguous to comply with.&lt;br /&gt;As long as the rules or theorms aren't infringed,&lt;br /&gt;Misconception and failure are formidable to reach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1046886032038852685?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1046886032038852685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1046886032038852685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/02/mathematical-love.html' title='Mathematical Love ^_^'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S2bgigZr6wI/AAAAAAAABJw/tQR3jHThl80/s72-c/PhotoFunia-22d7669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1693933890722784317</id><published>2010-01-04T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:33:08.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5628'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>Gonna be a start of something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S0Hyb7QIS6I/AAAAAAAABJg/WriNkTTcwAA/s1600-h/PhotoFunia-fd8530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S0Hyb7QIS6I/AAAAAAAABJg/WriNkTTcwAA/s400/PhotoFunia-fd8530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422881987906522018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back to blogging again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;school had started and holidays had gone le. new term, new teacher, some new classmates, new life etc.&lt;br /&gt;today just only like short intro about the course that we were be studying and what kind of attitude we need to learn. only got one word to say about today feelinggg BORING!!!!! because really nothing much to do just slack. and some more today alot of teachers are busy with the orientation etc. was like today should not go to school lor, really wasting my precious time. and the time actually can do alot of things lor. really very sianz, then the break that they give us today is really SUPER DUPER LONG!!!!! cannot take it sia, i really rather do something. then tomorrow helping Mr Tan for the CCA DRIVE the real fact is that i just don't want to have my lesson than i decide to help him. if not i don't know whether will rot in class anot, i don't want to spoil my mood lor. i will start my new fresh studies mood on Wednesday must try my best to studies liao. because this year the time have a short of timing so every minutes and seconds is precious for everyone!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;got to go so will posts until here^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1693933890722784317?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1693933890722784317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1693933890722784317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2010/01/gonna-be-start-of-something-new.html' title='Gonna be a start of something new'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S0Hyb7QIS6I/AAAAAAAABJg/WriNkTTcwAA/s72-c/PhotoFunia-fd8530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7823797326446964573</id><published>2009-12-19T19:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:58:55.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5628'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'>Missing you just runs too deep,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/Syy5aQImg1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5EprP6uyL1o/s1600-h/Wendy+%21+%5E%5E.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/Syy5aQImg1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5EprP6uyL1o/s400/Wendy+%21+%5E%5E.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416908312478647122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Currently at Cousin's house now, was totally bored and exhausted! :( couldn't get good sleep because Mom wake me up early in the morning just to bring Sister to tuition! &gt;&lt;' up to Cousin's house then go Jurong Point for 'shopping' at FairPrice. back to Cousin's house-homed-Cousin's house. ok, what a busy afternoon uh? :)  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thanks Sheryl for helping me to edit my Blog, i love her to the maxxxxx ! hehe, dance banana dance ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall stop here, btw there's still 1more upcoming camp on Mon. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss me yeah ! :D&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i found a veryvery nice and cute song which &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Campfire SongSong by Spongebob Squarepants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, must try to listen ok? :) will post again after my Camp is over, bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7823797326446964573?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7823797326446964573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7823797326446964573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-you-just-runs-too-deep.html' title='Missing you just runs too deep,'/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/Syy5aQImg1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5EprP6uyL1o/s72-c/Wendy+%21+%5E%5E.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4628092650459658388</id><published>2009-12-09T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:32:39.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5628'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xoxo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today will be last day to posts le, due to because i am going to have CAMP CHALLENGE on 10th - 14th DEC after that INTER-UNIT CAMP on 15th - 18th DEC so will be quite busy. maybe after camp i then posts my blog ba. i have been so long that i never posts my blog le so today just want to posts something. firstly i will maybe continue to posts my blog after i came back from camp or else i think not going to posts anything le ba. since i also don't know what to posts and some of things cannot as some of your know what i mean about this. don't miss me when i go for camp hor. hahahahah:D okayy, nothing much to update le. got to go and pack my bag le, take care to u ALL!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4628092650459658388?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4628092650459658388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4628092650459658388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-will-be-last-day-to-posts-le-due.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4835936688575190917</id><published>2009-11-19T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:19:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i have not blog for so long just blog something about MY LIFE ba.&lt;br /&gt;today school as per normal&lt;br /&gt;only is that today have electrical principle theory test&lt;br /&gt;i am so disappointed at myself&lt;br /&gt;study until so long le still make mistake&lt;br /&gt;whatever can fail but my electrical principle cannot fail because that is the subject that i spent the most of the time studying&lt;br /&gt;but i still need to thanz my brain for working so hard with since in my life 17 years this is the year where i study until like going to die soon sia&lt;br /&gt;so after theory test slack at school then around 4plus than go home&lt;br /&gt;but ended up never go home but went to grandma to eat dinner since my mum is there&lt;br /&gt;after that chit chat with cousins about life&lt;br /&gt;around 9plus than leave my grandma house so has just reach home, updated blog&lt;br /&gt;i am superduper tireeeedddddddd so will posts until here ba :D&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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/6311498092177119529-4835936688575190917?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4835936688575190917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4835936688575190917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-i-have-not-blog-for-so-long-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7724901403341041593</id><published>2009-10-22T00:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:20:22.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i MIA so long&lt;br /&gt;now update some post about my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;just only wants to thanks charmaine for changing a new blogskins for me.&lt;br /&gt;quite nice, &lt;br /&gt;but the colour got some sort not suit me.&lt;br /&gt;but overall really like it thanz:D:D&lt;br /&gt;today school as per normal,&lt;br /&gt;now a days teacher are giving us some sort of revision for the practical and theory&lt;br /&gt;and prepare for the upcoming class test and final exam will be on end of NOV/DEC.&lt;br /&gt;and it will be holidays:D:D:D hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so before holidays i will need to study hard first,&lt;br /&gt;because my weakness part is the theory and some more it like 60% of the overall module like what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;if i fail the theory everything will be fail even though how good my practical is.&lt;br /&gt;that is the killing part, but everyone of us will try our very best!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wish all of us &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALL THE BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though how hard we have suffer&lt;br /&gt;we will always can overcome it&lt;br /&gt;after the first week of DEC busy with the final exam we can have a goood rest&lt;br /&gt;and will face another challenge for our future studies&lt;br /&gt;even though next year maybe some of us will not be in the same class next year&lt;br /&gt;but we will always be friends forever rite??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life really something u cannot expect it the&lt;br /&gt;so we must always be prepared&lt;br /&gt;and ready to overcome all the problem&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/6311498092177119529-7724901403341041593?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7724901403341041593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7724901403341041593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-much-thing-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4484868604825825124</id><published>2009-10-10T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:23:01.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WILL BE MIA FOR A LONG LONG TIME UNTIL I REALLY GOT THINGS TO UPDATE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT IF U STILL WANT TO KNOW,&lt;br /&gt;HOW AM I DOING NOW A DAYS?&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAG BOX TO LET IT STAY ALIVE BA.&lt;br /&gt;WILL REPLY YOU ALL AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF WILL ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE DE:D:D&lt;br /&gt;DUN THINK TOO MUCH I MEAN THOSE WHO READ MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;JUST TAG ME WHEN YOU ALL FEEL LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO SPAMMING.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA:D:D&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/6311498092177119529-4484868604825825124?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4484868604825825124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4484868604825825124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/10/will-be-mia-for-long-long-time-until-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-958267702472516750</id><published>2009-09-27T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:35:36.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if life only lasted a day,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we'd appreciate it  better?&lt;br /&gt;What if life was like hell,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we would dream?&lt;br /&gt;About  a life like we have now?&lt;br /&gt;What if in life we had everything,&lt;br /&gt;Do you think  it would get boring?&lt;br /&gt;Why want another life?&lt;br /&gt;Your life is perfect  already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-958267702472516750?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/958267702472516750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/958267702472516750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-life-only-lasted-day-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1087569701701334349</id><published>2009-09-26T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:35:24.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If life where the wind&lt;br /&gt;We would travel the ocean&lt;br /&gt;We would understand the  seas&lt;br /&gt;And every moment,&lt;br /&gt;If life were the wind&lt;br /&gt;We'd always be  flying&lt;br /&gt;Life would blow by without us knowing&lt;br /&gt;Where would time  go?&lt;br /&gt;Would there be such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;We would enjoy every moment&lt;br /&gt;From a  higher perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1087569701701334349?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1087569701701334349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1087569701701334349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-life-where-wind-we-would-travel.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5952057836487370356</id><published>2009-09-25T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:46:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life Is A Vacation&lt;br /&gt;At birth we started a long vacation&lt;br /&gt;Some vacation becomes too long&lt;br /&gt;Some there duration very brief&lt;br /&gt;Whether long or brief we still vacate&lt;br /&gt;The schedule starts at infancy&lt;br /&gt;Some schedule are tight and others very loose&lt;br /&gt;However we accomplish only what's destined&lt;br /&gt;On this vacation we climb mountains&lt;br /&gt;And make a descent of valleys&lt;br /&gt;These are the contours of life&lt;br /&gt;For it is filled with ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Life is a serious vacation&lt;br /&gt;Where success and failures combines&lt;br /&gt;Where some turns out wise&lt;br /&gt;And others remain perpetually foolish&lt;br /&gt;And another category remains on the fence&lt;br /&gt;This the vacation of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5952057836487370356?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5952057836487370356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5952057836487370356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-vacation-at-birth-we-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3380966040914572663</id><published>2009-09-24T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:44:58.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The acts of men sometimes come so kind&lt;br /&gt;And with such love do well express, yet&lt;br /&gt;The deeds of men sometimes come so mean&lt;br /&gt;And with great disgust is well despised.&lt;br /&gt;These conflicts unresolved for times,&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somewhere resolves to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Between the times of history gone,&lt;br /&gt;And the evolutions of future come&lt;br /&gt;The present presents a balance pointIn a mixing grill of settlement, where&lt;br /&gt;Deeds and events do take their tollIn resolutions of investments made.&lt;br /&gt;Mishap could be just a fair reward,&lt;br /&gt;As life fortune is investment gained.&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity could be just a means,&lt;br /&gt;As occurrences are results obtained.&lt;br /&gt;The pendulum swings to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;Just as the clock ticks, tock and tick.&lt;br /&gt;What goes on around and again,&lt;br /&gt;Does come back again and around&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, it's all our choice,&lt;br /&gt;For all our thoughts and acts today,&lt;br /&gt;Are investments in the big game plan&lt;br /&gt;Of this unfinished business of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3380966040914572663?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3380966040914572663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3380966040914572663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/acts-of-men-sometimes-come-so-kind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3431146460857372324</id><published>2009-09-23T10:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:57:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We will be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Buddies,&lt;br /&gt;Amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Pals&lt;br /&gt;Where you are ill be&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many miles&lt;br /&gt;We will be frieds forever&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many mistakes you or I make&lt;br /&gt;Because as long as we are friends&lt;br /&gt;We will be foreverNo matter where we'll be&lt;br /&gt;Because when we leave one another behind&lt;br /&gt;You'll be in the heart of me&lt;br /&gt;We will be friends forever&lt;br /&gt;No matter how old we are&lt;br /&gt;Because when your friends forever&lt;br /&gt;You'll never be to far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3431146460857372324?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3431146460857372324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3431146460857372324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-will-be-friends-foreverbuddies.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5599292009271542766</id><published>2009-09-22T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:58:18.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You were my ally but I was you greatest foe,&lt;br /&gt;Because I held a secret that no-one dared to know,&lt;br /&gt;I will take it to my grave, my coffin made of oak,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be revealed, the guilt til I croak,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, my sins consumes my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I lived a life that just took its toll,&lt;br /&gt;Remember me, come visit my grave,&lt;br /&gt;I am the soul that no-one could save,&lt;br /&gt;So do not shed tears for me,&lt;br /&gt;But don't remember me as an enemy,&lt;br /&gt;Just let my soul rest in peace,&lt;br /&gt;We all deserve that, when we decease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5599292009271542766?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5599292009271542766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5599292009271542766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-were-my-ally-but-i-was-you-greatest.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8321363200948296592</id><published>2009-09-21T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:59:43.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;And won't let go of me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be held,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;I am upset,&lt;br /&gt;As the tears flow,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to see,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want them to show.&lt;br /&gt;You look into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me to smile,&lt;br /&gt;I look up and you say,&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;"After sometime of standing there,&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little better,&lt;br /&gt;You wipe away the tears,&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes start to get wetter.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me what's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And I try to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;But the words won't come out,&lt;br /&gt;And you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;You kiss the top of my forehead,&lt;br /&gt;And tell me to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;I give a half-smile,And feel weird, being sappy.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for being there,&lt;br /&gt;To help get me through,&lt;br /&gt;For making me listen,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I didn't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8321363200948296592?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8321363200948296592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8321363200948296592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-hold-me-tightand-wont-let-go-of-mei.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8097839888262666542</id><published>2009-09-20T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:00:52.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wake up every morningwith your voice in my head,&lt;br /&gt;It tells me how askew my life isand that I m living like a dead...&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i dont know it&lt;br /&gt;its not that i m not aware,&lt;br /&gt;Its just that i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;cant take you not being there.&lt;br /&gt;I know every star in the skyas i searched for you so madly,&lt;br /&gt;the days are long and the nights still longersince i m waiting for you to come back so badly.&lt;br /&gt;I open my arms and shut my eyeshoping dat you ll return,&lt;br /&gt;I know i m trapped in the web of my liesbut my heart still bleeds and yearns.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are gone foreverand&lt;br /&gt;its just your memory in my head,&lt;br /&gt;But i cant let go of you ever&lt;br /&gt;And so i m living like a dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8097839888262666542?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8097839888262666542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8097839888262666542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wake-up-every-morningwith-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3228178501288855165</id><published>2009-09-19T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:02:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writhing wickedly inside my cryptic cell.&lt;br /&gt;This impeccable insanity that creeps&lt;br /&gt;Like the phantom spider on my cobweb arm,&lt;br /&gt;Tangling screaming insects in my sticky veins.&lt;br /&gt;The blood red heat that steams my reason&lt;br /&gt;To a bland white stone confusion,&lt;br /&gt;So that psychotic murder reins down in my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Lynched by my barbaric brain.&lt;br /&gt;All the while conflicting cries from eternal enemies,&lt;br /&gt;Myself and I;&lt;br /&gt;only one shall survive.&lt;br /&gt;Outside it’s superior sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;but inside myInsane cadaver my ears are tortured&lt;br /&gt;To the shrieks of dreadful demons,&lt;br /&gt;Scorching muscle from tendons.&lt;br /&gt;Plucking nails from bed.&lt;br /&gt;And can’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Can’t any of you?&lt;br /&gt;Perceive the itching of these terrible whispers?&lt;br /&gt;Screaming for dominance on my soul&lt;br /&gt;Crawling over my ice exterior,&lt;br /&gt;As I hold my fragmented smile to hide the tears&lt;br /&gt;Catching them in trembling cracked lips.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in and out of reality,&lt;br /&gt;Inside they scream louder for attention;&lt;br /&gt;From me.&lt;br /&gt;From you.&lt;br /&gt;From anyone.&lt;br /&gt;CAN’T YOU HEAR THEM?&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Silently the murmurs begin once more.&lt;br /&gt;Creeping piercingly along my frosty skin,&lt;br /&gt;To slide across my withering throat.&lt;br /&gt;Climb into my blasted ear,&lt;br /&gt;Into my poor,&lt;br /&gt;poor nebulous mind.&lt;br /&gt;Where pincers invade down&lt;br /&gt;Into my vulnerable heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where the phantom spiders hatchIn the crossroads of my impeccable insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I writhe wickedly inside my cryptic cell&lt;br /&gt;Strung, tortured by my own mutinous self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3228178501288855165?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3228178501288855165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3228178501288855165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/writhing-wickedly-inside-my-cryptic.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6466828789348490201</id><published>2009-09-18T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:04:21.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twisting and turning unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Impossible highs on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;Gut wrenching drops to a seemingly endless bottom&lt;br /&gt;The path in front just out of view&lt;br /&gt;The track behind never to be ridden again&lt;br /&gt;Hiding in the back row, holding onto the carriage&lt;br /&gt;Or up at the front, screaming with joy&lt;br /&gt;The ride seems long, like it will last forever&lt;br /&gt;Speeding up every second, thrills more intense&lt;br /&gt;But before you know it, the ride slows down&lt;br /&gt;Everything levels out as the end is near&lt;br /&gt;It’s all ended now as you float off of the ride&lt;br /&gt;All the breath lost outside of your frail body.&lt;br /&gt;You see the others lining up to get a taste&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to live, to feel the rush of life&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one who was enjoying every second?&lt;br /&gt;Or were you cowering with your eyes closed missing all the wonder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6466828789348490201?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERNEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-2703053570325296559?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2703053570325296559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2703053570325296559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/twisting-and-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6845506185042308842</id><published>2009-09-16T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:06:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come back from an outingRuined by greed&lt;br /&gt;As it has been before&lt;br /&gt;As we enter our house&lt;br /&gt;We find no need&lt;br /&gt;To pretend anymoreIt seems as if my life&lt;br /&gt;Is a play&lt;br /&gt;I always get the same roleI play the same scene&lt;br /&gt;Day after dayI feel like&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost my sou&lt;br /&gt;lSilence follows&lt;br /&gt;As before&lt;br /&gt;The door is slammed shut&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;Everyone parts&lt;br /&gt;As beforeAnd the play starts again&lt;br /&gt;Once moreUp in the roomI hear the cry&lt;br /&gt;Of a mother that’s&lt;br /&gt;Breaking downThough in my room&lt;br /&gt;So hard I try&lt;br /&gt;To block outThe pitiful sound&lt;br /&gt;Up in my roomI give in with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;As I know that&lt;br /&gt;The play must go round&lt;br /&gt;Up in my roomI want to die&lt;br /&gt;As my heart comes&lt;br /&gt;Rocketing down&lt;br /&gt;The sobbing stops&lt;br /&gt;As before&lt;br /&gt;She moves around&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;A figure emerges&lt;br /&gt;As before&lt;br /&gt;And she plays her role&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wish I could stop&lt;br /&gt;This terrible play&lt;br /&gt;That torments me&lt;br /&gt;Day and night&lt;br /&gt;But I know that tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Will be the same day&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop it&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might&lt;br /&gt;The door slams shut&lt;br /&gt;As before&lt;br /&gt;A car comes to life&lt;br /&gt;Once moreI run to the window&lt;br /&gt;As before&lt;br /&gt;And I watch her drive off&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6845506185042308842?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6845506185042308842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6845506185042308842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-back-from-outingruined-by-greedas.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6701400483361147717</id><published>2009-09-14T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:08:12.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My world is spinning way out of focus.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding things to be absolutely bogus.&lt;br /&gt;How very wrong of me to think less.&lt;br /&gt;I became my worlds biggest mess.&lt;br /&gt;And your words echo in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not to late to come from behind."&lt;br /&gt;So I tell you&lt;br /&gt;I've made a lot of mistakes,but you stay here surrounded by snowflakes.&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me so very close,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how your amazing love flows.&lt;br /&gt;Before your love came in to strangle,&lt;br /&gt;My world had never known an angel.&lt;br /&gt;You saw in me a light so bright.&lt;br /&gt;The potential, to be your white knight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to see this too,&lt;br /&gt;Willing to do anything for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to truly realize,&lt;br /&gt;All the goods things that could arise,&lt;br /&gt;If I just open my heart and let you in,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the reason why I finally win.&lt;br /&gt;And you hold me so very close,&lt;br /&gt;Oh how your amazing love flows.&lt;br /&gt;Before your love came in to strangle,&lt;br /&gt;My world had never known an angel.&lt;br /&gt;With you around I'll never again feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Just like that you've become my one and only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6701400483361147717?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6701400483361147717'/><link 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around the cornerIt just leaves me standing here&lt;br /&gt;When everyone just disappear&lt;br /&gt;what, can I do?&lt;br /&gt;It’s not enough to be true&lt;br /&gt;It used to be us three&lt;br /&gt;Now you walk away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter buttercups growing in the field&lt;br /&gt;This is your time, this is your time&lt;br /&gt;They have never cared for how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Leave me this time,&lt;br /&gt;I have no time.&lt;br /&gt;JoyIt only lasts for a little while&lt;br /&gt;When people seem to care&lt;br /&gt;These moments are so rare&lt;br /&gt;Morals&lt;br /&gt;They are so hard to find in them&lt;br /&gt;Arguments and fightsDrama consumes their lives&lt;br /&gt;So where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;In this strange alien landI lost belief back thenI haven’t had it since God knows when&lt;br /&gt;Bitter buttercups growing in the field&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me, just you and meCompany is something I don’t yield&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just me, it’s only me&lt;br /&gt;Sordid Sun you’ve had all your fun&lt;br /&gt;Come out and play, come out and play&lt;br /&gt;I’m discarded when they are done&lt;br /&gt;They’ve gone away, all gone&lt;br /&gt;My personal Jesus of despair&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Calling from way out there?&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;He once said that’s what you give&lt;br /&gt;Can you point me at this time?&lt;br /&gt;Can I see what its like to live?&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;It’s only me these days&lt;br /&gt;Is it me against them all?&lt;br /&gt;Can I find another way?&lt;br /&gt;Bitter buttercups dying in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You’ve had your time;&lt;br /&gt;you’ve had your time&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Stay here this time, I have so much time.&lt;br /&gt;Shining moon you’ve come out so soon&lt;br /&gt;Exit the day, exit the day&lt;br /&gt;Will you help me sing a joyful tune?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll find a way,&lt;br /&gt;I need a new way.&lt;br /&gt;Religious fantasies left me back there&lt;br /&gt;Now they’ve all gone, now they’ve all gone&lt;br /&gt;You play with me and that is just not fair&lt;br /&gt;I can move on,&lt;br /&gt;I need to be strongFade away, those days I cared so much&lt;br /&gt;Stay now, the feeling of just touch&lt;br /&gt;Fade away, those emotions I clung toI know,&lt;br /&gt; I will move on and forget you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4371486689871720688?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4371486689871720688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4371486689871720688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/timeslipping-through-my-fingerswasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3254841788553559516</id><published>2009-09-12T10:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:20:01.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to protect the life he loved.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me to see the war hero he had beenwithin the wasted remnants of a wispy old man,&lt;br /&gt;his flesh sunken between fragile bones,&lt;br /&gt;his smooth,&lt;br /&gt;soft skin bleached palerthan the sheets that wrapped him&lt;br /&gt;like a premature burial shroud.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to see the war hero he had been&lt;br /&gt;until Grandfather opened his rheumy eyes,&lt;br /&gt;the blue as pale as a winter sky,&lt;br /&gt;as hard and cold as tempered steel.&lt;br /&gt;When he opened his eyes and looked into your soul,&lt;br /&gt;only then could you see it.&lt;br /&gt;Then you would know.&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes were a pool of profound strength,&lt;br /&gt;with unwept tears of pain and death floating&lt;br /&gt;just below their placid,&lt;br /&gt;unbroken surface,&lt;br /&gt;like ocean debris trapped within swift currentsand forever forbidden to emerge,&lt;br /&gt;forbidden to pollute the sea that was his life.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;still,&lt;br /&gt;the soiled debris was a part of him.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather survived the German occupation of his land,&lt;br /&gt;fought life and death struggles in an&lt;br /&gt;Underground&lt;br /&gt;that would not,&lt;br /&gt;could not accept the domination of others.&lt;br /&gt;And when it was over,&lt;br /&gt;when he had outlived the death,&lt;br /&gt;he had moved to a new land,&lt;br /&gt;a land of new-found friends.&lt;br /&gt;In America,&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather built a new life,&lt;br /&gt;while never forgetting the lessons of the old.&lt;br /&gt;His melodious French was replaced with broken English,&lt;br /&gt;the rifles with shovels,&lt;br /&gt;the knives with hammers.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever supplanted his implacable courage,&lt;br /&gt;nothing ever usurped his enduring strength.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather was a warrior,&lt;br /&gt;but he was also a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I listened to his words,&lt;br /&gt;saw his examples,&lt;br /&gt;learned from the stories and histories he shared.&lt;br /&gt;He showed me that courage and strength aren't independent qualities,&lt;br /&gt;but rather are the inevitable results of abiding love.&lt;br /&gt;"What you truly love,"&lt;br /&gt;he would say,&lt;br /&gt;"can never be surrendered."&lt;br /&gt;And Grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;more than most,&lt;br /&gt;loved Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;have since learned there are many who say it,&lt;br /&gt;but few who really feel it.&lt;br /&gt;And fewer still who understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather once told me he never fought for&lt;br /&gt;Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;He said,&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;he fought against domination.&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting in the old wooden swing,&lt;br /&gt;its paint as wrinkled and weatheredas the skin of my grandfather's aged face,&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the river flowing through his yarda backdrop for a classroomwith neither desks nor chalk boards.&lt;br /&gt;"A man can never take away your Freedom,"&lt;br /&gt;he told me.&lt;br /&gt;"They can only take power and make you pay a higher pricewhen you choose to exercise it.&lt;br /&gt;Hitler wanted to make that price a man's death.&lt;br /&gt;There is always a price to be paid for&lt;br /&gt;Freedom,&lt;br /&gt;but when the price becomes too high,&lt;br /&gt;a man must fight.&lt;br /&gt;"I remember he paused then,&lt;br /&gt;his irregular breath&lt;br /&gt;like a clipped whistle as it wheezed past swollen nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;I was used to his long lulls,&lt;br /&gt;a habit so many found irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather was giving me time,&lt;br /&gt;I knew,to ponder,&lt;br /&gt;to absorb,&lt;br /&gt;to believe.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew,&lt;br /&gt;too,&lt;br /&gt;in knowing him,&lt;br /&gt;there would be more.&lt;br /&gt;When he finally continued,&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather's voice was almost a whisper.&lt;br /&gt;"It works both ways,"&lt;br /&gt;he said,&lt;br /&gt;leaning closer,&lt;br /&gt;his minty breath an envelope around my face."&lt;br /&gt;A man can never take away your freedom,&lt;br /&gt;and a man never grant it either.&lt;br /&gt;"Grandfather's voice had many tones within it,&lt;br /&gt;and I had learned them all through the years.&lt;br /&gt;"The laws of this country are good ones,&lt;br /&gt;mostly,&lt;br /&gt;"he said in a reverent tone,&lt;br /&gt;an awed tonethat spoke of important lessonsto be learned.&lt;br /&gt;"But you must always remember that its Constitution,&lt;br /&gt;and all the laws Congress has passed since then,&lt;br /&gt;don't give you one bit more&lt;br /&gt;Freedomthan you already have.&lt;br /&gt;Laws are made by men.&lt;br /&gt;Laws change.&lt;br /&gt;Your Freedom is part of you.&lt;br /&gt; It's forever.&lt;br /&gt;"I remember nodding my understanding,&lt;br /&gt;and I remember Grandfather's hand falling to my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;He squeezed briefly,&lt;br /&gt;and I can only assume he was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;It would be another two years&lt;br /&gt;before he would lay in a death bed of virgin white,&lt;br /&gt;and another two decades before I would really understand his words.&lt;br /&gt;The Freedoms written within our laws are always conditional.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of the Press is amended by libel statutes,&lt;br /&gt;and Search and Seizure laws are cast aside for Probable Cause.&lt;br /&gt;All the laws,&lt;br /&gt;all the guarantees,&lt;br /&gt;exist only at the whim of the courts and Due Process.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather understood.&lt;br /&gt;Any government based on unconditional Freedomwould necessarily be a government of unconditional anarchy.&lt;br /&gt;Our laws don't grant people Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Our laws only set the price that must be paidwhen a citizen chooses to exercise our Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;But the Freedom comes from within.&lt;br /&gt;Grandfather was not a religious man,&lt;br /&gt; but he was a Godly man.&lt;br /&gt;And I think he knew.&lt;br /&gt;Our Creator gave us not only our existence,&lt;br /&gt;but he granted us Free Will,&lt;br /&gt;that we might choose between good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;And that power of choice is what Freedom is really all about.&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a price to pay for Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;The price is set by the hand of man, by the laws we make.&lt;br /&gt;we are wise and good, the price is one we can bear.&lt;br /&gt;And when we are neither wise nor good,&lt;br /&gt;there will always be men like Grandfather,&lt;br /&gt;with the courage and strength to fight for what they love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3254841788553559516?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3254841788553559516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3254841788553559516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-protect-life-he-loved.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5700920254487104646</id><published>2009-09-11T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:48:01.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I say now may be elementary -&lt;br /&gt;Once man unravels time and its mystery&lt;br /&gt;We travel to the past by memory&lt;br /&gt;Imagination’s what our future will be&lt;br /&gt;Delve in the theories of the human minds&lt;br /&gt;It’s heaven or hell or in between those lines&lt;br /&gt;Push to one direction, a radical turn&lt;br /&gt;We see this paradox a great concern&lt;br /&gt;We have explored it almost endlessly -&lt;br /&gt;How we can change the course of history&lt;br /&gt;Kaleidoscopic the world seems to be&lt;br /&gt;We need a mechanism to set us free&lt;br /&gt;Traverse the unreached boundaries ...&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s no war, poverty, and pollution&lt;br /&gt;Traverse the possibilities ...&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s no environmental devastation&lt;br /&gt;Traverse the unknown energy ...&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s a parallel dimension disguised&lt;br /&gt;Traverse levels of this mystery ...&lt;br /&gt;Where we will be spending the rest of our lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5700920254487104646?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5700920254487104646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5700920254487104646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-i-say-now-may-be-elementary-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-82709311925498579</id><published>2009-09-10T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:48:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was thinking of us last night&lt;br /&gt;And the times we shared&lt;br /&gt;How good we wereBut now we are apart&lt;br /&gt;Yet we still have our&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;For in our&lt;br /&gt;Dreams we are together&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Talking all night under the silver moon&lt;br /&gt;Kissing and holding each other tight&lt;br /&gt;Dreams&lt;br /&gt;For no matter the distance&lt;br /&gt;Or the obstacle I will always belong to you&lt;br /&gt;For we are meant for each othernot only in reality, but also in ourDreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-82709311925498579?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/82709311925498579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/82709311925498579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-thinking-of-us-last-nightand.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3457844933950294623</id><published>2009-09-09T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:49:53.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death, departure, walk away, walk out&lt;br /&gt;Should I or should I not pout&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;Lovers and one-night standsI have loved, lost and lived&lt;br /&gt;How do I trust, how do I love againI should move on, it's all in my past&lt;br /&gt;But my pain remains, continues and lasts&lt;br /&gt;This pain lingers in my heart, mind and soul&lt;br /&gt;Damn it - why is this world so cold&lt;br /&gt;How can I have faith in God and family&lt;br /&gt;When people I love are taken from me&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find true and loyal friends&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the lies, fights and revenge&lt;br /&gt;Hurt continuously, hurt at a young age&lt;br /&gt;How do I love again with all of my rage&lt;br /&gt;How do I get past all of this, show me a sign&lt;br /&gt;So I can leave my sadness, pain and crying behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3457844933950294623?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3457844933950294623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3457844933950294623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-departure-walk-away-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-6443406510636072289</id><published>2009-09-08T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:50:55.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We seem to have lost the spirit of Christmasamid the scandal and sadness this year.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened in the world&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to be filled with good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;We grumble and groan and complain, it's truetreat each other with indignity and scorn&lt;br /&gt;We see the world with eyes tightly shutnever seeing that gift that was born.&lt;br /&gt;A gift that can lighten a stressful loador clear prejudice from our eyesa gift that we have the power to give&lt;br /&gt;it comes in every shape and size.&lt;br /&gt;Please pass on this gift - just give it awaybut hold some of it close in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;For we are together but a brief time in lifegive it away before we must part.&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas this year, I wish for youthe special gift we can use each day&lt;br /&gt;It's the gift of love - of hope - of peacethat increases as you give it away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-6443406510636072289?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6443406510636072289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/6443406510636072289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-seem-to-have-lost-spirit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-2905179920336181513</id><published>2009-09-07T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:55:14.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A wanderer is man from his birth.&lt;br /&gt;He was born in a ship&lt;br /&gt;On the breast of the river of Time;&lt;br /&gt;Brimming with wonder and joy&lt;br /&gt;He spreads out his arms to the light,&lt;br /&gt;Rivets his gaze on the banks of the stream.&lt;br /&gt;As what he sees is, so have his thoughts been.&lt;br /&gt;Whether he wakes,Where the snowy mountainous pass,&lt;br /&gt;Echoing the screams of the eagles,&lt;br /&gt;Hems in its gorges the bed&lt;br /&gt;Of the new-born clear-flowing stream;&lt;br /&gt;Whether he first sees light&lt;br /&gt;Where the river in gleaming rings&lt;br /&gt;Sluggishly winds through the plain;&lt;br /&gt;Whether in sound of the swallowing sea -&lt;br /&gt;As is the world on the banks,&lt;br /&gt;So is the mind of the man.&lt;br /&gt;Vainly does each, as he glides,&lt;br /&gt;Fable and dream&lt;br /&gt;Of the lands which the river of Time&lt;br /&gt;Had left ere he woke on its breast,&lt;br /&gt;Or shall reach when his eyes have been closed.&lt;br /&gt;Only the tract where he sails&lt;br /&gt;He wots of; only the thoughts,Raised by the objects he passes, are his.&lt;br /&gt;Who can see the green earth any moreAs she was by the sources of Time?&lt;br /&gt;Who imagines her fields as they lay&lt;br /&gt;In the sunshine, unworn by the plough?&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks as they thought,&lt;br /&gt;The tribes who then roamed on her breast,&lt;br /&gt;Her vigorous, primitive sons?&lt;br /&gt;What girl&lt;br /&gt;Now reads in her bosom as clear&lt;br /&gt;As Rebekah read, when she sate&lt;br /&gt;At eve by the palm-shaded well?&lt;br /&gt;Who guards in her breastAs deep, as pellucid a spring&lt;br /&gt;Of feeling, as tranquil, as sure?&lt;br /&gt;What bard,&lt;br /&gt;At the height of his vision, can deem&lt;br /&gt;Of God, of the world, of the soul,&lt;br /&gt;With a plainness as near,&lt;br /&gt;As flashing as Moses felt&lt;br /&gt;When he lay in the night by his flock&lt;br /&gt;On the starlit Arabian waste?&lt;br /&gt;Can rise and obey&lt;br /&gt;The beck of the Spirit like him?&lt;br /&gt;This tract which the river of&lt;br /&gt;TimeNow flows through with us, is the plain.&lt;br /&gt;Gone is the calm of its earlier shore.&lt;br /&gt;Bordered by cities and hoarse&lt;br /&gt;With a thousand cries is its stream.&lt;br /&gt;And we on its breast, our minds&lt;br /&gt;Are confused as the cries which we hear,&lt;br /&gt;Changing and shot as the sights which we see.&lt;br /&gt;And we say that repose has fled&lt;br /&gt;For ever the course of the river of Time.&lt;br /&gt;That cities will crowd to its edgeIn a blacker, incessanter line;&lt;br /&gt;That the din will be more on its banks,&lt;br /&gt;Denser the trade on its stream,&lt;br /&gt;Flatter the plain where it flows,&lt;br /&gt;Fiercer the sun overhead;&lt;br /&gt;That never will those on its breast&lt;br /&gt;See an ennobling sight,&lt;br /&gt;Drink of the feeling of quiet again.&lt;br /&gt;But what was before us we know not,&lt;br /&gt;And we know not what shall succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Haply, the river of Time -&lt;br /&gt;As it grows, as the towns on its marge&lt;br /&gt;Fling their wavering lights&lt;br /&gt;On a wider, statlier stream -&lt;br /&gt;May acquire, if not the calm&lt;br /&gt;Of its early mountainous shore,&lt;br /&gt;Yet a solemn peace of its own.&lt;br /&gt;And the width of the waters, the hush&lt;br /&gt;Of the grey expanse where he floats,&lt;br /&gt;Freshening its current and spotted with foam&lt;br /&gt;As it draws to the Ocean, amy strike&lt;br /&gt;Peace to the soul of the man on its breast -&lt;br /&gt;As the pale waste widens around him,&lt;br /&gt;As the banks fade dimmer away,&lt;br /&gt;As the stars come out, and the night-wind&lt;br /&gt;Brings up the streamMurmurs and scents of the infinite sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-2905179920336181513?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2905179920336181513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2905179920336181513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/wanderer-is-man-from-his-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8407551951485981641</id><published>2009-09-06T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:56:27.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The smoky breath of Poseidon,&lt;br /&gt;Billowing over wintered wings.&lt;br /&gt;Gracefully touched by ice maidens,&lt;br /&gt;Silent thoughts magically sing.&lt;br /&gt;The mother's crystalline wine,&lt;br /&gt;Flows over verdant isles.&lt;br /&gt;Glimmering like an ancient shrine,&lt;br /&gt;A mirror expanding endless miles.&lt;br /&gt;A melody floats upon the tides,&lt;br /&gt;Lingering within cool sprays.&lt;br /&gt;Upon creamy foam the tune rides,&lt;br /&gt;And silver notes gently raise.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetened with an aqua hue,&lt;br /&gt;The mermaid song plays on.&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of the depths are viewed,&lt;br /&gt;Unlocked by the coming dawn.&lt;br /&gt;A symphony soars within the light,&lt;br /&gt;Sea nymph voices floating high.&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound I hear her might,&lt;br /&gt;Echoing where ocean meets sky.&lt;br /&gt;The crystal opera begins to fade,&lt;br /&gt;Becoming now a hymn of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Memories fall in a final cascade,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding that the song shall always be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8407551951485981641?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8407551951485981641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8407551951485981641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/smoky-breath-of-poseidonbillowing-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5433642240898383432</id><published>2009-09-05T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:57:27.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cry for all of the innocent children,let us band together to stop the violence.&lt;br /&gt;We have to change this evil world,so that it is a good influence.&lt;br /&gt;Now let us pray for the parents,and all that day who were hurt.&lt;br /&gt;God’s children, received by the Father,no more with life will they flirt.&lt;br /&gt;Never more to feel the warmth of the sun,their lifeless bodies spilled on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Battle torn, cold and all alone,where they had fallen the day before.&lt;br /&gt;In America sixteen kids a day are killed,let’s come together to get rid of the guns.&lt;br /&gt;Pack them in boxes and bury them all,instead of our precious daughters and sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5433642240898383432?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5433642240898383432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5433642240898383432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/cry-for-all-of-innocent-childrenlet-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8310448667493388452</id><published>2009-09-04T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:58:20.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel you in the morning&lt;br /&gt;When at first I awake&lt;br /&gt;Your thought is with me&lt;br /&gt;With each decision I make&lt;br /&gt;You'd been around forever&lt;br /&gt;Since the first breath I tookNow I have to go on alone&lt;br /&gt;But for love, I need not look&lt;br /&gt;Cause by what you bestowed&lt;br /&gt;In our short time together&lt;br /&gt;Will last in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Although you've left&lt;br /&gt;And now walk above&lt;br /&gt;I'm never aloneI'm wrapped in your love&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy now your long waited reward&lt;br /&gt;Feel peace that your love continues on&lt;br /&gt;What was taught to me, will be taught to mine&lt;br /&gt;Cause you live on in me even after you've gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8310448667493388452?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8310448667493388452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8310448667493388452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-feel-you-in-morningwhen-at-first-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3765438042471344868</id><published>2009-09-03T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:59:20.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.&lt;br /&gt;It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet finds no direction.&lt;br /&gt;My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet it somehow eludes me.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes seek out visions in times of want.&lt;br /&gt;They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them&lt;br /&gt;Yet they cannot see the light.&lt;br /&gt;My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.&lt;br /&gt;They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.&lt;br /&gt;They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.&lt;br /&gt;My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;It poses intense questions that demand answers ...&lt;br /&gt;Yet there are none to be found.&lt;br /&gt;My hand reaches out earnestly in these times of confusion.&lt;br /&gt;It dials the number of a familiar and calming voice ...&lt;br /&gt;And gratefully, my lifeline to sanity ...&lt;br /&gt;remains intact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3765438042471344868?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3765438042471344868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3765438042471344868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-soul-drifts-aimlessly-in-times-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1407074525493225681</id><published>2009-09-02T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:59:47.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My angel has a heart so precious,and sometimes her hair shines of gold.&lt;br /&gt;She is full of love and kindness,she makes my life meaningful and bold.&lt;br /&gt;My angel is so smart,always showing me the right way.&lt;br /&gt;Without her I'd be lost,I know she'll never lead me astray.&lt;br /&gt;My angel is beautiful,she is so special and like no other.&lt;br /&gt;I love her,for my angel is my mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1407074525493225681?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1407074525493225681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1407074525493225681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-angel-has-heart-so-preciousand.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4626518243535631186</id><published>2009-09-01T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:42:59.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEACHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4626518243535631186?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4626518243535631186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4626518243535631186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5620265757621285531</id><published>2009-08-31T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:01:41.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day I met youI found a friend -&lt;br /&gt;And a friendship thatI pray will never end.&lt;br /&gt;Your smile - so sweet&lt;br /&gt;And so bright -&lt;br /&gt;Kept me going&lt;br /&gt;When day was as dark as night.&lt;br /&gt;You never ever judged me,&lt;br /&gt;You understood my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Then you told me it needn't be that way&lt;br /&gt;And gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me,I knew I could count on you.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me advice and encouragement&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;You helped me learn to love myself&lt;br /&gt;You made life seem so good.&lt;br /&gt;You said I can do anything I put my mind to&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I knew I could.&lt;br /&gt;There were times when we didn't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;And there were days when both of us cried.&lt;br /&gt;But even so we made it through:&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship hasn't yet died.&lt;br /&gt;Circumstances have pulled us apart,&lt;br /&gt;We are separated by many miles.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, the only thing that keeps me goingIs my treasured memory of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;This friendship we shareIs so precious to me,I hope it grows and flourishes&lt;br /&gt;And lasts unto infinity.&lt;br /&gt;You are so extra-special to me&lt;br /&gt;And so this to you I really must tell:&lt;br /&gt;You are my one true friend,&lt;br /&gt;My Guardian Angel.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship is one-in-a-million&lt;br /&gt;So let's hold on to it and each other.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot let this chance of pure bliss fly away&lt;br /&gt;For there will never be another.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5620265757621285531?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5620265757621285531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5620265757621285531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-i-met-youi-found-friend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5948239785476371926</id><published>2009-08-30T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:02:23.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heredity I am the family face;&lt;br /&gt;Flesh perishes,&lt;br /&gt;I live on,&lt;br /&gt;Projecting trait and trace&lt;br /&gt;Through time to times anon,&lt;br /&gt;And leaping from place to place&lt;br /&gt;Over oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span&lt;br /&gt;Of durance -- that is I;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal thing in man,&lt;br /&gt;That heeds no call to die&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Hardy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5948239785476371926?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5948239785476371926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5948239785476371926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/heredity-i-am-family-face-flesh.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1029189878750967506</id><published>2009-08-29T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:04:49.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived:&lt;br /&gt;Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Love.&lt;br /&gt;Love was the only one who stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;When the island had almost sunk,&lt;br /&gt;Love decided to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat.&lt;br /&gt;Love said,&lt;br /&gt;"Richness, can you take me with you?"&lt;br /&gt;Richness answered,&lt;br /&gt;"No, I can't.&lt;br /&gt; There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat.&lt;br /&gt;There is no place here for you.&lt;br /&gt;"Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "&lt;br /&gt;Vanity, please help me!"&lt;br /&gt;"I can't help you, Love.&lt;br /&gt;You are all wet and might damage my boat,"&lt;br /&gt;Vanity answered.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness was close by so Love asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Sadness, let me go with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh . . . Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;Happiness passed by&lt;br /&gt;Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, there was a voice,&lt;br /&gt; "Come, Love, I will take you."&lt;br /&gt;It was an elder.&lt;br /&gt;So blessed and overjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going.&lt;br /&gt;When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing how much was owed the elder,&lt;br /&gt;Love asked Knowledge, another elder,&lt;br /&gt;"Who Helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;"It was Time,"&lt;br /&gt; Knowledge answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Time?" asked Love.&lt;br /&gt; "But why did Time help me?"&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered,&lt;br /&gt;"Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1029189878750967506?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1029189878750967506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1029189878750967506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/once-upon-time-there-was-island-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3269476425760369585</id><published>2009-08-28T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:37:29.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are my friend&lt;br /&gt;My buddy&lt;br /&gt;You are youYou aren't my family&lt;br /&gt;This we all knowNot the family I've known my whole life&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend I met a while ago&lt;br /&gt;Not the family that I have and willSpend the rest of my life with&lt;br /&gt;We just met so recently&lt;br /&gt;How could we've known each other from the start&lt;br /&gt;You are not the family that is so close to me&lt;br /&gt;By genetics By family name Or even the bloodline&lt;br /&gt;My family we share so much I tend to not care&lt;br /&gt;The culture that they've embedded in meIs nowhere to hide&lt;br /&gt;So why not show it&lt;br /&gt;Through the thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;They'll be here for meAnd you are not family&lt;br /&gt;You're just a friend&lt;br /&gt;One whom I gave the task of loving meI gave you all the tasks that I expect from my familyI gave you the privileges of my family&lt;br /&gt;After showing the culture embedded within&lt;br /&gt;You chose to be with meHigher than names, blood and genetics&lt;br /&gt;Our souls connectYou are the friend&lt;br /&gt;That won't be here through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend that will go through it with me&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend of whoms soul links with me&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend I chose&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend I chose to live with&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend I chose&lt;br /&gt;No one else&lt;br /&gt;The friend I chose&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3269476425760369585?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3269476425760369585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3269476425760369585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-my-friend-my-buddy-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5305145207694064916</id><published>2009-08-27T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:33:47.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family is very strong like me&lt;br /&gt;My family is actually very sweet&lt;br /&gt;My family can be a little strict&lt;br /&gt;My family always acts like this&lt;br /&gt;My family is not always boring&lt;br /&gt;When my family has things to do their flying and soaring&lt;br /&gt;My family is actually sometimes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Their even sometimes very lazy&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to think about the facts of my family&lt;br /&gt;Makes me laugh because I know I have a great family highly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5305145207694064916?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5305145207694064916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5305145207694064916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-family-is-very-strong-like-me-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8061450750457618590</id><published>2009-08-26T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:32:13.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be apart of a family like mine is so divine where love is shown hurt is shared our love for each other is never impaired we talk we laugh we cry but we are a family and we do it all together for as a family we do it all as one you hurt one you hurt all and as a family unit we will all stand tall for we are family a family full of strength a family full of love a family no one can touch that, s why I love my family so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8061450750457618590?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8061450750457618590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8061450750457618590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-be-apart-of-family-like-mine-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3736329462650174991</id><published>2009-08-25T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:32:54.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whispers breeze&lt;br /&gt;fluttering by on&lt;br /&gt;satin lies told&lt;br /&gt;when young and&lt;br /&gt;each day was won&lt;br /&gt;tickles and hugs&lt;br /&gt;of gentle moments&lt;br /&gt;in the sun&lt;br /&gt;these are things&lt;br /&gt;that memory brings&lt;br /&gt;when sitting alone&lt;br /&gt;drinking in that last&lt;br /&gt;memory, savoring it's&lt;br /&gt;purity, &lt;br /&gt;rolling it around your teeth&lt;br /&gt;cross velvet tongues&lt;br /&gt;and ruby lips&lt;br /&gt;praying that this&lt;br /&gt;memory would never end&lt;br /&gt;fallen enthralled maybe comatose&lt;br /&gt;towards a brief respite&lt;br /&gt;an ominous portend&lt;br /&gt;of hellish days and wintry nights&lt;br /&gt;which do blend, ascend and&lt;br /&gt;transcend normalcy&lt;br /&gt;only to have memory&lt;br /&gt;rescind my lonely trend&lt;br /&gt;and disavow my&lt;br /&gt;lady friend&lt;br /&gt;sweet memory&lt;br /&gt;of long dead things&lt;br /&gt;driving me towards&lt;br /&gt;an insane end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3736329462650174991?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3736329462650174991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3736329462650174991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/whispers-breeze-fluttering-by-on-satin.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4407713848213762766</id><published>2009-08-24T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:32:14.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My future is already set&lt;br /&gt;My future is finding the right person for me&lt;br /&gt;I plan on keeping that one forever&lt;br /&gt;This future tells me that i am going to have a perfect husband&lt;br /&gt;My future tells me that i would be doing what i love in life&lt;br /&gt;This future tells me to keep my dreams and opition open&lt;br /&gt;In my future i am going to be a great mother&lt;br /&gt;This future tells me already that i am going to have the man i always wanted and a babygirl named Dymond the name i always wanted too.&lt;br /&gt;My future id just perfect....&lt;br /&gt;My future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4407713848213762766?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4407713848213762766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4407713848213762766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-future-is-already-set-my-future-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4445759723538647367</id><published>2009-08-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:31:38.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success is not merely becoming wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not only working for remaining healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not going after fame and name.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not living life for such mind game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is not just taking career to the top.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not staying in a bungalow at the hill top.&lt;br /&gt;Success is working hard for your dreams you believe. &lt;br /&gt;Success is perseverance and efforts till you achieve your deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is having consideration for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Success is a strong desire and to live to help each one.&lt;br /&gt;Success is to follow the religion of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Success is to always remember all pervading divinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is to follow the principle, “Live and let others live.”&lt;br /&gt;Success is to accept others as diversity of nature; beautiful and alive.&lt;br /&gt;Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.&lt;br /&gt;Success is to love everyone unconditionally without any expectation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4445759723538647367?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4445759723538647367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4445759723538647367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/success-is-not-merely-becoming-wealthy.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3730748988804393</id><published>2009-08-22T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:31:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Success is not the triumph over regress, &lt;br /&gt;Success is the power to suppress.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not the money or the fame, &lt;br /&gt;Success is, knowing you are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not the power or the pride.&lt;br /&gt;Success is the knowing how to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not a gift or gain, &lt;br /&gt;Success is accepting and believing in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not a point or goal to seek, &lt;br /&gt;Success is, believing you have never reached the peak.&lt;br /&gt;Success is&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3730748988804393?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3730748988804393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3730748988804393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/success-is-not-triumph-over-regress.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3010754617010598857</id><published>2009-08-21T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:30:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;that was her nickname.&lt;br /&gt;A name she had obtained, &lt;br /&gt;for all the colors she'd appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;that was her calling&lt;br /&gt;to come out in style to show the worlds vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;they laughed at her colors&lt;br /&gt;said she was different &lt;br /&gt;not normal like others.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;they took her as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;Just a mere girl looking for attention you know? &lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;lover of rain&lt;br /&gt;not a care in the world of what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;she started too change&lt;br /&gt;The world saw her brightly &lt;br /&gt;now shes all black and grey.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;why goes this way.&lt;br /&gt;We've all secretly loved you.&lt;br /&gt;So why not stay the same! &lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow &lt;br /&gt;you bring us joy&lt;br /&gt;You shed light too our day.&lt;br /&gt;So go back to your ways&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;we appreciate your love! &lt;br /&gt;We see differently now&lt;br /&gt;so stay who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow! &lt;br /&gt;That's who I am.&lt;br /&gt;A girl of 14 &lt;br /&gt;who is oddly at best.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow! &lt;br /&gt;Everyone calls me that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a use for you all&lt;br /&gt;, but i don't mind that.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;A mirror image I am.&lt;br /&gt;A reflection of colors&lt;br /&gt;that most people don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Rainbow, Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;you called my name? &lt;br /&gt;Why hello I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;To shed light to your day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-3010754617010598857?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3010754617010598857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3010754617010598857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/rainbow-rainbow-that-was-her-nickname.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5277932824485788377</id><published>2009-08-20T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:30:00.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;It is all we’ve got&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;It is all I want&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;‘cause it makes us feel high&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;If we only could&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;It is all that is good&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;‘til the day we die&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto laughter&lt;br /&gt;We will never have to cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5277932824485788377?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5277932824485788377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5277932824485788377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/holding-onto-laughter-it-is-all-weve.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4937895283214209238</id><published>2009-08-19T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:29:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is every where &lt;br /&gt;It is in you now and forever it shall stay&lt;br /&gt;Life is the wind blowing sideways&lt;br /&gt;Life is the winter and the summer&lt;br /&gt;I am Life You are Life We are Life&lt;br /&gt;I love Life and Life loves me&lt;br /&gt;Life and I play beneath the midnight sun&lt;br /&gt;Life and I play beneath the morning moon&lt;br /&gt;Life brings me soup when I am ill&lt;br /&gt;Life kisses me good night and greets me with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Life is sad and it is lonely&lt;br /&gt;Life is evil and Life is blunt&lt;br /&gt;Life is a true friend and never lies&lt;br /&gt;I am Life You are Life We are Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4937895283214209238?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4937895283214209238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4937895283214209238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-every-where-it-is-in-you-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1001309379558747258</id><published>2009-08-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:32:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm packing my jeans and my underwear too;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a ship bound for the sea&lt;br /&gt;For if my mom and dad read what I wrote on the wall&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be curtains for me&lt;br /&gt;It is a word&lt;br /&gt;It seemed harmless at first&lt;br /&gt;It has only four letters in all, I did it in pencil&lt;br /&gt;It's not very dark; it's so nice and neat&lt;br /&gt;And really quite small&lt;br /&gt;But best to be safe,&lt;br /&gt;I'd better be off to sail to those far distant lands&lt;br /&gt;For my one little word&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of word that will grow hair in the palms of your hands&lt;br /&gt;So it's me to the window and down to the yard&lt;br /&gt;And away I go over the hill&lt;br /&gt;Of course I could just turn my pencil around and erase it&lt;br /&gt;All right then I Will!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1001309379558747258?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1001309379558747258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1001309379558747258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-packing-my-jeans-and-my-underwear.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7063536150404297257</id><published>2009-08-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:31:45.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here it is,&lt;br /&gt;The happy one.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll have a bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rhapsody.&lt;br /&gt;A melody.&lt;br /&gt;My opus and my symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delectable, delightful treat.&lt;br /&gt;A candy, oh, a wicked sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul.&lt;br /&gt;A stroll.&lt;br /&gt;Completely droll.&lt;br /&gt;Delightfully out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you go.&lt;br /&gt;My vertigo.&lt;br /&gt;My trip through miles and miles of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to fight.&lt;br /&gt;My happy poem,&lt;br /&gt;Just drips delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like honey from a child's tongue,&lt;br /&gt;Or whispers of the aging young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lullaby that makes you cry,&lt;br /&gt;The tears of happy years gone by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your step,&lt;br /&gt;The path is steep,&lt;br /&gt;So take a breath before you leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into a world of endless bliss,&lt;br /&gt;As charming as a baby's kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right when you arrive right there,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never leave.&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world,&lt;br /&gt;My truth.&lt;br /&gt;My universe.&lt;br /&gt;My haven in my merry verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It welcomes you,&lt;br /&gt;With open arms.&lt;br /&gt;You're flattered by its mirthful charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Right in the shade&lt;br /&gt;Of the happiest poem&lt;br /&gt;I've ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7063536150404297257?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7063536150404297257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7063536150404297257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-here-it-is-happy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4504191743721317923</id><published>2009-08-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:31:02.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been around the world.&lt;br /&gt;I've observed the expansive Grand Canyon,&lt;br /&gt;the towering Pyramids,&lt;br /&gt;the lonely Eiffel Tower,&lt;br /&gt;the exotic Rainforest,&lt;br /&gt;and my own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I comfort and encourage you,&lt;br /&gt;as I travel with you,&lt;br /&gt;like a sole passenger,&lt;br /&gt;that can not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;I capture great, fantastic, magical, things,&lt;br /&gt;and stockpile them deep within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I produce memories,&lt;br /&gt;and hoard them,&lt;br /&gt;just so you can hunt them out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dropped,&lt;br /&gt;sat on,&lt;br /&gt;and stroked with small, sticky, children's fingers,&lt;br /&gt;and nevertheless I do everything you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if you misplace me on occasion,&lt;br /&gt;when you unearth me,&lt;br /&gt;you spend time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can erase your old memories,&lt;br /&gt;even as you create new ones.&lt;br /&gt;I am worn around your neck like the finest luxury jewels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a&lt;br /&gt;Camera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4504191743721317923?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4504191743721317923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4504191743721317923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-been-around-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5860842490409037071</id><published>2009-08-15T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:26:12.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have fallen on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I fell over a Beagle Hound&lt;br /&gt;I split my pants as you can see&lt;br /&gt;I hid behind an old oak tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran as far as I could go&lt;br /&gt;I hid high and I hid low&lt;br /&gt;If you see me do not glance&lt;br /&gt;I just want to change my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stooped behind an old tree stump&lt;br /&gt;Just so I could hide my rump&lt;br /&gt;If you see me please beware&lt;br /&gt;You might see my underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running like a flash&lt;br /&gt;I fell into my neighbor's trash&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get home soon&lt;br /&gt;And cover this bright shiny moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5860842490409037071?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5860842490409037071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5860842490409037071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-fallen-on-ground-i-fell-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1061351598765158317</id><published>2009-08-14T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:25:35.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a flower and have prickles &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'm strong &lt;br /&gt;I hear the wind &lt;br /&gt;I see the rain &lt;br /&gt;I want to let go of all my pain &lt;br /&gt;I am a flower and I have prickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be dangerous &lt;br /&gt;I feel the wet soil &lt;br /&gt;I touch the earths core &lt;br /&gt;I worry if I'll wither&lt;br /&gt;I cry, and release&lt;br /&gt;all of my agony and pain &lt;br /&gt;I am a flower and I have prickles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try,and understand the hurt &lt;br /&gt;I say I'm nothing but dirt &lt;br /&gt;I dream to blossom and sprout &lt;br /&gt;I try not to believe in doubt &lt;br /&gt;I hope to change and get rid of all my pain&lt;br /&gt;I have planted my roots, for I will always remain &lt;br /&gt;I am a flower and I have prickles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1061351598765158317?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1061351598765158317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the time is really super short &lt;br /&gt;BUT &lt;br /&gt;we still manage to complete on time i think it is really a good job to my group members&lt;br /&gt;the only things sad is that we really spend alot of money because &lt;br /&gt;really don't have time to search for cheapest item &lt;br /&gt;so we have just try to look for the cheapest that we can find&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunatly some of the stuff &lt;br /&gt;really very expensive&lt;br /&gt;so hope next time if we have more time confirm will look for the cheapest things that &lt;br /&gt;we will not need to spend so much money&lt;br /&gt;so let's start the program for today&lt;br /&gt;arrive at greenview secondary school at 12plus&lt;br /&gt;started the program with small intro intriduce for why we are here for&lt;br /&gt;is that to do a project about thanz the students council for helping up at the CSP camp&lt;br /&gt;then give them the survial kit that we have prepare in two days time ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then show them video which is my assistant leader prepared &lt;br /&gt;really very nice and very touch lor&lt;br /&gt;i think the students council like it alot&lt;br /&gt;after that they went to have some slight refreshment&lt;br /&gt;and than it ended from there&lt;br /&gt;even thoug during the way when we doing the project we have some difficulties things but we still overcome it liao&lt;br /&gt;it is really a successfully done!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;really thanz alot to my group members&lt;br /&gt;you all really do alot of things to make this a successful project&lt;br /&gt;really very happy to part of your group to complete this project&lt;br /&gt;nice to know your as my classmates/friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-710544961482158745?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/710544961482158745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/710544961482158745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-went-to-greenview-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7964283533907548372</id><published>2009-08-12T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:38:39.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life in deserts was sandy, &lt;br /&gt;Life in caves was lonely, &lt;br /&gt;Life in ocean was salty, &lt;br /&gt;Life in stars was resplendent, &lt;br /&gt;Life in car was modern, &lt;br /&gt;Life in mountains was exhilarating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in Sun was brilliant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in forests was mystical, &lt;br /&gt;Life in shadows was enigmatic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in battlefield was belligerent, &lt;br /&gt;Life in pearls was exotic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in office was monotonous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in sky was breezy, &lt;br /&gt;Life in submarine was voluptuous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in trees was mischievous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in roses was fragrant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in grass was intoxicating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in webs was silken, &lt;br /&gt;Life in paradise was divine, &lt;br /&gt;Life in temples was sacrosanct, &lt;br /&gt;Life in gutter was abhorrent, &lt;br /&gt;Life in dirt was deplorable, &lt;br /&gt;Life in rain was seductive, &lt;br /&gt;Life in beehives was vivacious, &lt;br /&gt;Life in wine was sensuous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in computers was brazen, &lt;br /&gt;Life in nests was sequestering, &lt;br /&gt;Life in statues was stationary, &lt;br /&gt;Life in icebergs was freezing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in anthills was irascible, &lt;br /&gt;Life in lakes was placid, &lt;br /&gt;Life in locks was invincible, &lt;br /&gt;Life in photographs was still, &lt;br /&gt;Life in gardens was pleasant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in mousetrap was asphyxiating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in fists was curled, &lt;br /&gt;Life in prison was disdainful, &lt;br /&gt;Life in whirlpool was spinning, &lt;br /&gt;Life in theater was dramatic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in art was enchanting, &lt;br /&gt;Life in boats was undulating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in diamonds was glittering, &lt;br /&gt;Life in moon was milky, &lt;br /&gt;Life in kitchen was appetizing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in beauty was ravishing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in titillation was enticing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in fantasy was stupendous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in motherslap was blissful, &lt;br /&gt;Life in medicine was healing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in corpse was standstill, &lt;br /&gt;Life in lavatory was pathetic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in seedlings was blossoming, &lt;br /&gt;Life in horseback was gallivanting, &lt;br /&gt;Life in snakeskin was slithering, &lt;br /&gt;Life in oven was sizzling, &lt;br /&gt;Life in greenery was sedative, &lt;br /&gt;Life in rebellion was evoking, &lt;br /&gt;Life in discrimination was appalling, &lt;br /&gt;Life in benevolence was gratifying, &lt;br /&gt;Life in humanity was God, &lt;br /&gt;Life in cheese was tangy, &lt;br /&gt;Life in achievement was exultating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in ambition was propelling, &lt;br /&gt;Life in eyelashes was flirtatious, &lt;br /&gt;Life in palms was dependant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in fashion was bombastic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in recluse was esoteric, &lt;br /&gt;Life in keyhole was inconspicuous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in kites was exuberant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in glass was reflecting, &lt;br /&gt;Life in tea was rejuvenating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in sheep was impeccable, &lt;br /&gt;Life in rocks was jagged, &lt;br /&gt;Life in chains was abominable, &lt;br /&gt;Life in feathers was tickling, &lt;br /&gt;Life in egotism was preposterous, &lt;br /&gt;Life in dawn was brandnew, &lt;br /&gt;Life in dewdrops was mesmerizing, &lt;br /&gt;Life in intrigue was electrifying, &lt;br /&gt;Life in eloquence was mystifying, &lt;br /&gt;Life in clock was pragmatic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in childhood was nostalgic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in robots was mechanical, &lt;br /&gt;Life in fabric was shielding, &lt;br /&gt;Life in soul was stupefying, &lt;br /&gt;Life in roots was entangling, &lt;br /&gt;Life in chains was hedonistic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in bareness was lascivious, &lt;br /&gt;Life in haziness was romantic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in knives was lethal, &lt;br /&gt;Life in chili was piquant, &lt;br /&gt;Life in swings was fascinating, &lt;br /&gt;Life in lechery was insane, &lt;br /&gt;Life in rhythm was celestial, &lt;br /&gt;Life in pulse was frantic, &lt;br /&gt;Life in lies was cowardice, &lt;br /&gt;Life in superstitions was non-existent, &lt;br /&gt;Life in revenge was pugnacious, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life in the heart of your beloved; WAS; IS; AND&lt;br /&gt;WILL ALWAYS BE LOVE; LOVE AND ONLY LOVE…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7964283533907548372?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7964283533907548372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7964283533907548372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-in-deserts-was-sandy-life-in-caves.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1179887172440440671</id><published>2009-08-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:37:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like others of your sign your inner life is intense, your imagination is very strong and your subconscious strongly influences your daily life. You feel things very deeply and your sensitivity makes you notice that which others might miss. This leads you at times to be susceptible and can create problems with people who do not understand your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel joy and sorrow deeply. Your childhood memories marked you for life. You dream a lot and your dreams are so vivid that you are impressed by their apparent reality. Jupiter and Neptune influence you in opposite ways as one leads you towards social activity and other towards the inner life and a desire for some isolation. This can cause you difficulty in taking timely action. You often act when it is too late and the consequent failures are painful to you as you are far from thoughtless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What great dreams and aspirations you have! Your sign is that of the greatest sensitivity; that of dreams which become reality, of deep longings and of tales which come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your great intuitiveness is perhaps the strongest of any in the signs of the zodiac. You sometimes feel that some of your dreams will come true and this may in fact happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your relations with other signs of the zodiac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to seek out the more dynamic signs such as the Aries, Taurus, Scorpios and Capricorns although these may at times harm you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the rare signs who can tolerate for any length of time the air signs: Aquarius, Libra and above all Gemini on condition you can take much upon yourself which will not always be positive. You may have valid and lasting relationships, despite certain obstacles, with those born under the sign of Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brief and simple analysis may help you to better lead your life. To know oneself makes it possible to maximize one's strong points and minimize one's weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful people are often those who have consciously or unconsciously made the best of their gifts, assets and strengths while at the same time controlling their weaknesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-1179887172440440671?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1179887172440440671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1179887172440440671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/like-others-of-your-sign-your-inner.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4175800396724767995</id><published>2009-08-10T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:58:13.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;School we need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school, friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school you have teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;high school is even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;college, PARITES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school you mite find your true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;new experiences everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school, dances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school just school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school who dose not love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school, preps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school, classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school, math, science, computer classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school is great love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;school just school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;we need school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4175800396724767995?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4175800396724767995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4175800396724767995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-we-need-it-school-friends-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-2469020628939920218</id><published>2009-08-09T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:57:58.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Life is a bright, long star boulevard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Where you get good, when you work hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;But Life is not a fantasy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;or just a love that's shared between thee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;It's a battlefield of broken goals, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;A purple sky with empty souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;The city streets with littered trash, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;the wild fire left with ash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Falling, hurting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;crying, blurting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;fearing, slipping, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;failing, tripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Lies from fakers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;burning heart breakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Those knocking you down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;smiling when you frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;But others tell you keep on going, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;you try so hard though your steps are slowing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;You can't see the future or get a head start, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;So getting back up is the hardest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-2469020628939920218?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2469020628939920218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2469020628939920218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-bright-long-star-boulevard.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-2739233604180571508</id><published>2009-08-08T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:57:37.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Hungry for something you can't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;ignoring the tell-tale cries of the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Heart beating at maddening pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;searching for already there answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;No one can feel what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;inside of that paralyzed smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Each step leads you deeper in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;to see the cracks cannot be filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-2739233604180571508?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2739233604180571508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/2739233604180571508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/hungry-for-something-you-cant-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5679955072260969006</id><published>2009-08-07T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:57:23.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;The Difference between a Man and a Woman; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When Man needs your silver hugs and caressing kisses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman needs your mind as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When Man taunts your falls and misses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman shares a laughing spell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When Man tells you all will be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman tells you the mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;When Man starts leaving during fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman sees through all that fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman, with her knowing eyes and blowing hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Man with muscles and puppy smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Woman with her bounty fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Man's will last just for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Which is better; man or woman? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;woman or man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;Men are gifts we love to open, while women that we can save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-5679955072260969006?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5679955072260969006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5679955072260969006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/difference-between-man-and-woman-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-120675750108367671</id><published>2009-08-06T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:56:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Life is too short to be spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;griping about the past, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;things you don't have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;places you haven't seen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;things you haven't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Life is too short to be spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;holding grievances against another, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;finding fault in your brother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;counting the wrongs done on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Life is just long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;to enjoy the beauty of a sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;the smell of wet earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;and the sound of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;after a long day's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;Life is just long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;to practice compassion and generosity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;to comfort the grieving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;to lend strength to the fainthearted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;direction to the lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-120675750108367671?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/120675750108367671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/120675750108367671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-is-too-short-to-be-spent-griping.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-4559196530701851650</id><published>2009-08-05T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:55:17.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I try to be nice, but you just laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm not fitting in anymore, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You don't realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but it's starting to hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When everything's just right, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;it always turns to dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Help me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;what am I doing wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm there when your not strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I try to be happy most of the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but it's getting harder now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;knowing your friendship isn't mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-4559196530701851650?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4559196530701851650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/4559196530701851650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-try-to-be-nice-but-you-just-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-783662637124541291</id><published>2009-08-04T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:56:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Friendship isn't always easily described. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The Eskimos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;they say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;have a hundred different words for snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Unfortunately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the English language isn't quite as innovative, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Certainly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love is one of those opportunities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; too, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;is Friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;however, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we're stuck with simple adjectives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Close friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Childhood friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Intimate friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Trusted friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Beloved friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But whether you use adjectives or different words, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;We can't pick our family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Society and mores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(and often our own conscience) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dictate we select a single mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Our friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;in a very real sense, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-783662637124541291?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/783662637124541291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/783662637124541291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-isnt-always-easily-described.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-952109508760005857</id><published>2009-08-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:56:56.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is for you, my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;the one person i can tell my soul too&lt;br /&gt;Who can relate to me like no other&lt;br /&gt;Who I can laugh with to no extents,&lt;br /&gt;Who I can cry too when times are tough,&lt;br /&gt;Who can help me with the problems of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have you turned your back on me&lt;br /&gt;Or told me I wasnt good enough&lt;br /&gt;Or let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you know what that means to me&lt;br /&gt;You have went through so much pain and you still have time&lt;br /&gt;For me.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying&lt;br /&gt;And I look up too you because you are strong,&lt;br /&gt;and caring&lt;br /&gt;and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Even though you don't think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you know that I am always here&lt;br /&gt;To listen to you laugh and cry and help&lt;br /&gt;In all the ways that i can&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to be at least half the friend you are&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-952109508760005857?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/952109508760005857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/952109508760005857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-for-you-my-best-friend-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7117534376048472454</id><published>2009-08-02T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:48:40.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Can change a frown,&lt;br /&gt;Into a smile,&lt;br /&gt;when you feel down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Will understand,&lt;br /&gt;Your little trials,&lt;br /&gt;And lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Will always share,&lt;br /&gt;Your secret dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Because they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of friends,&lt;br /&gt;Worth more than gold,&lt;br /&gt;Give all the love,&lt;br /&gt;A heart can hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7117534376048472454?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7117534376048472454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7117534376048472454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-of-friends-can-change-frown-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-7103389401026404286</id><published>2009-08-01T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:48:26.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to know if you’re my true friend,&lt;br /&gt;will you be by my side until the end?&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you my secrets deep,&lt;br /&gt;and trust them in your heart you’ll keep?&lt;br /&gt;We are neither of us without our flaws,&lt;br /&gt;can you accept mine as I will yours?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue,&lt;br /&gt;will you be there for me when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how busy I will make time for you,&lt;br /&gt;if you are busy will you make time for me too?&lt;br /&gt;I will take your hand and comfort your tears,&lt;br /&gt;will you hold me and soothe my fears?&lt;br /&gt;I will give you joy and many warm smiles,&lt;br /&gt;can we share that even across many miles?&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget what’s important to you,&lt;br /&gt;will you remember what’s important to me too?&lt;br /&gt;With you my most favourite things I’ll share,&lt;br /&gt;If only I know do you truly care?&lt;br /&gt;If you can accept me as I do you,&lt;br /&gt;then I will know you are a friend most true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-7103389401026404286?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7103389401026404286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/7103389401026404286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-to-know-if-youre-my-true-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-3831126635359214717</id><published>2009-07-22T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:48:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:#66ffff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nine moons we were bore&lt;br /&gt;Under nine scourging rays.&lt;br /&gt;The earth's heat and the sole's sore&lt;br /&gt;Through life's maze.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mother you saw&lt;br /&gt;All these in a gaze.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How much can i adore?&lt;br /&gt;Or give thee much praise&lt;br /&gt;Nine times or more.&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/6311498092177119529-3831126635359214717?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3831126635359214717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/3831126635359214717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/nine-moons-we-were-bore-under-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-9112952933589053871</id><published>2009-07-21T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:47:55.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:#ff6600;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not old enough&lt;br /&gt;Most people would say&lt;br /&gt;This life is tough&lt;br /&gt;But i must have my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen them done&lt;br /&gt;Things worst than they&lt;br /&gt;Who have been long gone&lt;br /&gt;With all their foul play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God help us&lt;br /&gt;For we cry for our misdeeds&lt;br /&gt;And his grace give us&lt;br /&gt;To pray Him in our creeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though not old enough,&lt;br /&gt;I must have my say&lt;br /&gt;We must be prepared, or have it done rough&lt;br /&gt;To steer our country to the right way.&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/6311498092177119529-9112952933589053871?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/9112952933589053871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/9112952933589053871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/not-old-enough-most-people-would-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8978221065791267527</id><published>2009-07-20T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:47:30.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="table23" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="WIDTH: 100%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;color:#66ffff;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mood swings&lt;br /&gt;Hanging from a limb&lt;br /&gt;Ropes and chains&lt;br /&gt;Catch a darling chair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;String up attitudes&lt;br /&gt;Pulling through the air&lt;br /&gt;With a push&lt;br /&gt;Venting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Configurations&lt;br /&gt;Of real time&lt;br /&gt;Passageways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the need to prove&lt;br /&gt;Oneself outside&lt;br /&gt;Of existence&lt;br /&gt;Itself a truth&lt;br /&gt;Beyond reason.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8978221065791267527?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8978221065791267527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8978221065791267527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-swings-hanging-from-limb-ropes-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1117939956644652518</id><published>2009-07-19T10:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:46:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51);font-family:Arial;font-size:14;"   _nwii="0" xhgxw="4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The moment you became my friend a touch a heart a lie inside me has changed. No mata what we said nothing wil come between our friendship, well at times lots of stuff did come between us most of it was my fault the moment we left school u became distant out of my life having ur own friends and me mine. Stories i was told by many cunts about my friend that i love so much but none went to heart. I met a girl that took my life and i thought she wil always be there 4 me. How wrong i was to think such a lie she only took me away from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" oncontextmenu="return false;" id="KonaLink0" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,0);" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,0);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,0);" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/friends-382/#" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; POSITION: staticfont-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; POSITION: relativefont-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; POSITION: relativefont-family:Arial;font-size:14;"  &gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; about a month ago you walkd me to the shop and opend your self towards me for the first time, i did knw what u were about to tell me but never wantd to believe until u tell me face to face, how glad i am u did and even though u think i come visit u so often is because of that girl. Which in away is true but not the true reason thanks to that girl im free again even if i lost her last night i still thank her alot for helping me upon the path, and now i have my true friend back truelly this is the best year of my life, i met great peopple and learned bout peopple who u presume they are, then find out they are the exact opposite. In this year i found love in my self 4 a girl that i lost and stil adore! You knw who u are! And just having fun with u my friend brings back all the great times we did have, life is hard 4 u i know but u wil get past this everything hapens 4 a reason&lt;br /&gt;i just want to say thankyou for being here! !&lt;br /&gt;Love u even if it sounds gay ur my best buddy no mata what&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/6311498092177119529-1117939956644652518?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1117939956644652518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1117939956644652518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/moment-you-became-my-friend-touch-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8732186807433926881</id><published>2009-07-18T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:54:25.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SmHXR5qtsvI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Jkws1--h66Q/s1600-h/wendy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359801734085325554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SmHXR5qtsvI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Jkws1--h66Q/s400/wendy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;okay, it have such a long time that i never update my blog le. so i will be posting it for the date &lt;strong&gt;16&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;July 2009 onwards until today&lt;/strong&gt;. firstly, &lt;strong&gt;Happy 1st Birthday! &lt;/strong&gt;finally grow up le. haha:] after rush home then waiting for my sister end school then go to ah bing house to celebrate his son's birthday. actually nothing much we do at there la. because is like already very late liao lor. eat the dinner after that sing happy birthday songs then rest take picture then go home liao. due to because some of them still got the next day. but for me is lucky that friday no school becasue my lectuer got something so no school. happy, happy, happy:] went home rest and i am looking forward for the friday &lt;strong&gt;17 July 2009&lt;/strong&gt; cousin's outing. and finally i really can enjoy myself le. okay then let me talk about it because yesterday is the day that happen alot, alot, alot of things. let start from the being of the day ba. wake up early today online chit chat. then around 1plus went to meet my sec 2&amp;amp;3 leaders from guides we were discuss about the girl guides program, enrolment test for the new guides, and the module test for those sec 2&amp;amp;3 guides in order that they can get their silver/gold award. we will like discussing happily about the program. after the meeting is like around 4plus mum go buy 4D after went home with her together with tracy because she going to my house to take psp videos and games due to some reasons. haha:] then stay at home slack for awhile then at first i meeting christine, ernest and charmaine at 6pm at orchard control station but ended up my mum ask me to fetch sister so i change the time to 8pm but ended up christine reach first and then we all reach like around 9plus liao lor. then we deciding where to eat ended up we went to far east to eat wanton noodles it was very nice at the place is like very nice can because we can vandelise. haha:] after eating we don't know where to go so we just walk..walk..walk..shop..shop.. then charmaine and sheryl they saw a nice shirt but it costs abit expensive so decided not to be buy. so continue to walk..walk..walk.shop.s.shop... and then one of us say"why don't we go see KBox and tomorrow morning then go home want?" we all agree. we walk..walk..walk the wrong way so we like looking for the KBox all around the orchard. haha:] the walking distance is very long siol. afte that find the place liao. and the things from here................. don't want to said anything. only we know can liao, and remember to forgive and forget this incident that happen. then we sing until midnight 4am then cab back home reach home around 4plus because the taxi driver is like driving so fast that is like what the hell lor. because normally is like from orchard to my house really need to take a super long journey lor. and don't forget that i am staying at jurong east!! then reach home cannot really sleep because overslept because i meeting my YAs friends at Bishan at 8.15am so went to shower rest for awhile then trained down to Bishan. went there today agin because that Mrs Mini Peter treating us lunch really thanz alot for the lunch treat really very nice because most of it is home cooked by herself. very delicious and the gift that she give is really very meaningful i will confirm precious it like hell okayy. after the lunch take cab with yursa because she going work at SGH so i follow then from there take train to my grandmother faster. haha:] than for the free ride yusra. then tarined to jurong point to meet my mum after that when i reach le waiting for my third aunt then go to grandmother house together. reach grandmother chit chat with sheryl for awhile then went to grandmother bed and fall asleep.after that around 6plus 7 going home. that all for the posts will end here. will update those events pictures up once i got all the pohots. once a guides always a guides:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8732186807433926881?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8732186807433926881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8732186807433926881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-it-have-such-long-time-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SmHXR5qtsvI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Jkws1--h66Q/s72-c/wendy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-5165161787110745110</id><published>2009-07-09T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:30:39.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SlXw7OlyKQI/AAAAAAAABHI/qL2n1iFi5jw/s1600-h/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SlXw7OlyKQI/AAAAAAAABHI/qL2n1iFi5jw/s400/DSC02453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356452232146594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;today i at first thought that school start at 1.30pm but actually is 1pm then i rush like hell lor. when reach school also run like hell because moni need to see mr tan after see him then run back to class because we are late for lesson. but very lucky because mdm tan never come because she got meeting or else we late for 30mins lor. she had said before that if we late for 30mins onwards will be be absence from school. is like you come to school also no use lor. what the hell lor. then i confirm my classmates will be like more and more people will disappear from the class lor. becasue my classmates most of them is like late queen and king. and suppose today school end at 6pm but ended up after the SDL lesson around 2.30pm end le jiu go look for mr tan then headed back home le. after that reach home accompany my mum go market to but something then homed again. haha:] until now then got time to update blog. will update my blog again tomorrow if anything happen ba.&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/6311498092177119529-5165161787110745110?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5165161787110745110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/5165161787110745110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-i-at-first-thought-that-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/SlXw7OlyKQI/AAAAAAAABHI/qL2n1iFi5jw/s72-c/DSC02453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-1509771700294738010</id><published>2009-07-08T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:32:36.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN LOONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today school as per normal then i meet moni then we go to school together. now a days i will meet moni then will go to school together because i don't like to go to school alone. because whenever i reach the class always the first that i saw is teacher not students then i always very awakened lor. then if can meet him then meet him then go to school together at least not bored. actually don't mind to school alone but the problem is i don't like to reach class/lab only got the teacher inside and no students. okayy, let talk about the school, today in school listen to theory lesson then after that went to have short break after that when to have the EM partical the lesson is like what we have learn last term only is that this this time after the connecting the motor will run. so will be abit dangerous. so must wear safety shoes. i know alot of people don't like to safety shoes but you all must really think that if you don't wear how to studies i know that not a problem i also don't like to wear but because of safety and let the teacher can teach the lesson. or else everyone cannot really study. haha:]  after school went to meet tracy and her friends then we headed back home together. on the way home we all like crazy people talikng crack jokes. study hard ba all my firends and cousins:0&lt;/span&gt;&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/6311498092177119529-1509771700294738010?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1509771700294738010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/1509771700294738010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-jun-loong-today-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-9052394197059480226</id><published>2009-07-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:43:14.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;actually nothing to posts. is like every weekdays is schooling days and now a days the time is like end so late lor,hassis. never ming lor. life is like this, no choice must face the fact. whatever is over is over. must know how to take it and leave it. i know is very diffcult but u must try to put it down or else it will hurt more deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-9052394197059480226?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/9052394197059480226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/9052394197059480226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/actually-nothing-to-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-825905647311833650</id><published>2009-07-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:17:02.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;today is the first day of the school was super lame lor. need to wear lagyard when go inside the school because if never wear need to go buy a new one. what the hell la, why only 1month never go back to school the school is like very strict lor. not use to it, why the school is so ma fan siol. then i am very excited becasue later in the evening going to changi airports to sent my Young Adults friend because she is going to Australia to studied her University for 4yrs about lawyer so cool lor. but i think it is impossible for me. haha:] finally after school le. taking bus to tanah merah to train to changi airports. when i reach i will lose lor. because i don't know how to go terminal 1 very funny lor. after that find the place saw hawa and the gang we will like crazy lor. but overall we really enjoy ourselves. haha:] after sending christina we went to popeye to eat our dinner. we sing grace after that then eat agin like we are guiding. but actually evryday is guiding. haha:] after slack for awhile then slack awhile then go home. okay, the picture cannot be upload due to technical problem. haha:] will update all the picture when the things is okayy. take care:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;always a guides it will always be:]]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-825905647311833650?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/825905647311833650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/825905647311833650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-first-day-of-school-was-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311498092177119529.post-8872744028879126273</id><published>2009-07-05T08:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T08:19:03.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;just came back home. in this morning we went to Boon Lay coffee shop to have our breakfast after that jiu go home le. because yesterday alot of people never sleep. haha:] but i have fallen asleep don't what time. because also nothing do ma. okayy will update agin. ALL the picture will update once i got it from my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311498092177119529-8872744028879126273?l=wendyyyloww.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8872744028879126273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311498092177119529/posts/default/8872744028879126273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendyyyloww.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Banana Loveee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12228149733883295982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5TpSek9hkhA/S7eDbPivLeI/AAAAAAAABLM/mQewc3Hv8xo/S220/23553_377614459078_651339078_3789966_3690776_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
