<?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-5649170277941720747</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:23:26.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU.....</title><subtitle type='html'>times envy with us</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-8749999513208000860</id><published>2009-06-02T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:42:55.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Would you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SiVIdce3hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ocSmJtsJLm4/s1600-h/Love%2520do%2520what%2520makes%2520you.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342756203644028594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SiVIdce3hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ocSmJtsJLm4/s320/Love%2520do%2520what%2520makes%2520you.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How would you know the girls will accept you as a BF or just a normal friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you confess to a girls and she give an answer like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Can we be friend first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) i think we should know each other first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i'm sorry i dont know hoew to respond to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of the 3 sentences above mean the girl would not accept you....hehheheh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, if the answer from the girl is different from the above example means you got a chances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to success!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;go for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: some experiences that i been trough to share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regars,hakimi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-8749999513208000860?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/8749999513208000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=8749999513208000860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/8749999513208000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/8749999513208000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-would-you-know.html' title='How Would you know?'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SiVIdce3hrI/AAAAAAAAACM/ocSmJtsJLm4/s72-c/Love%2520do%2520what%2520makes%2520you.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-3058253088918286502</id><published>2009-05-17T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:21:50.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_JGEqT1iI/AAAAAAAAACE/62SEcqDhxrA/s1600-h/ab9700916a9653896b006cdce1656acb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336705189624927778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_JGEqT1iI/AAAAAAAAACE/62SEcqDhxrA/s320/ab9700916a9653896b006cdce1656acb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Defined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but an emotion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So strong and so pure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That nurtured and shared with anotherAll tests it will endure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a forceTo bring the mighty low,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the strength to shame the mountainsAnd halt time’s ceaseless flow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a triumph,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glorious goal attained,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The union of two souls, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;two heartsA bond the angels have ordained?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a champion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To cast the tyrant from his throne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And raise the flag of truth and peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fear of death o’erthrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a beacon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To guide the wayward heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A blazing light upon the shoalsThat dash cherished dreams apart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but forever,Eternal and sincere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A flame that through wax and waneWill outlive life’s brief years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all places high and low,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That love for you is my reason to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And will never break or bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Matt Dubois - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-3058253088918286502?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/3058253088918286502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=3058253088918286502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/3058253088918286502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/3058253088918286502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-defined-what-is-love-but-emotion.html' title=''/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_JGEqT1iI/AAAAAAAAACE/62SEcqDhxrA/s72-c/ab9700916a9653896b006cdce1656acb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-6741275193722255286</id><published>2009-05-17T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:11:46.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_Gui_UxhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jF9b5kDle40/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336702586426017298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_Gui_UxhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jF9b5kDle40/s320/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me in the Springtime, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when all is green and new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me in the Summer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the sky is oh so blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me in the Autumn, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the leaves are turning brown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me in the Winter, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the snow is falling down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me when I'm happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and even when I'm sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me when I'm good, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or when I'm oh so bad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me when I'm pretty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or if my face is plain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me when I'm feeling good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or when I'm feeling pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me always darlin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the rain or shining sun,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me always darlin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after all is said and done,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me always darlin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;until all our life is through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love me always darlin', &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for I'll be lovin' you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amanda Nicole Martinez - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-6741275193722255286?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/6741275193722255286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=6741275193722255286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/6741275193722255286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/6741275193722255286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-me-love-me-in-springtime-when-all.html' title=''/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/Sg_Gui_UxhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jF9b5kDle40/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-1764648696830123758</id><published>2008-10-07T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T03:52:22.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to know somebody love you or not?</title><content type='html'>Below are 15 signals that will help you decide if the man or woman you are attracted to -- or are with -- loves you or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He/she shows interest in your life - asks about your day, family, friends and work; remembers whatever say and do etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He/she knows exactly what makes you smile, feel special and taken care of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He/she is very affectionate, attentive, sensitive, considerate and cares about your needs, wants and desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He/she calls you just because he/she was thinking about you, misses you, or just felt like it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He/she wants to spend as much with you as is possible - clears up his/her busy schedule and makes plans just for you, travels long distances just to be with you etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He/she talks to you about things he/she doesn't talk about with anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He/she walks that special extra mile just for you - shares your interests even if he/she doesn't like what you like, puts aside what they could be doing just to talk, listen or do something for you instead etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He/she tells you how wonderful you make him/her feel and how having you in his/her life enriches it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He/she does small unexpected things to pleasantly surprise you- sends an email message, shows up at your workplace, gets you something you always wanted etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He/she loves and enjoys being physically close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He/she takes time to choose his/her gifts for you - regardless of the price tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. He/she gives without being asked and accepts from you with gratitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. He/she wants a future with you in it – talks about it and plans for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He/she tells you he/she loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You just know it – no doubting, no questioning, no wondering, no convincing or trying to make him/her love you and no strings attached. You look into his/her eyes and you know it. Something inside of you just knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-1764648696830123758?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/1764648696830123758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=1764648696830123758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/1764648696830123758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/1764648696830123758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-to-know-somebody-love-you-or-not.html' title='How to know somebody love you or not?'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-3937186027941638862</id><published>2008-06-30T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:03:38.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best word to........say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGkDSKSqLWI/AAAAAAAAABA/wv7YfffqMs8/s1600-h/bunnyheart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217705253820575074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGkDSKSqLWI/AAAAAAAAABA/wv7YfffqMs8/s320/bunnyheart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;moon shining on the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sun crying in the deep ocean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling always clashing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mood are in rebellion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sing under the broken heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;flying beside the angel of death,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking and remembering......you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's the sweet of all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;phone ringing is a sign,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wind blow is a action,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fire burning is a anger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and pain in heart is love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;best to say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are nothing more valuable....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;than loving someone you wishing so.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-3937186027941638862?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/3937186027941638862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=3937186027941638862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/3937186027941638862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/3937186027941638862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-word-tosay.html' title='best word to........say'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGkDSKSqLWI/AAAAAAAAABA/wv7YfffqMs8/s72-c/bunnyheart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-8468856829202761768</id><published>2008-06-27T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:47:48.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do love her....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGUZZvm_G4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dhZdt-tZ1qo/s1600-h/PF_1355701~I-Love-You-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216603673445997442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGUZZvm_G4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dhZdt-tZ1qo/s320/PF_1355701~I-Love-You-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since we meet the first thing cross my mind is i want to know you more.but i also know it's not as easy as i might think.huh the first day i saw you i feel there are fire burning inside me.however i still dun understand what kind of feeling is this.then few minute after that i feel soo cold and the environment are so windy.wind blow my heart and softly your hair flying wah it soo beautiful like a angel you swing with the wind.i have a feel that i never ever feel.....i ask why and what but still.......still........dun understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day i woke up early morning the first thing cross my mind is "are you wake up already,what cloth you will wear,what time you will arrive at lecture hall".everything is about you.......suddenly my mom call "dah bangun?,dah mandi?,jangan lewat pergi kelas?,jangan main2 belajar baik2"......huh kacau aja.that what my mom use to do every morning.....this is love from woman that i call my mom...ok come back to the story....i wake up and take a shower after that take breakfast and then go to lecture hall(during my matriculatuion)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm damn happy coz i know i will meet her again....haha like god plan everythting for me already.but i'm not sure i will meet her this morning or not coz first class not in lecture hall but tutorial.huh but still ok coz during lecture hall sure will meet her.then i go la to tutorial class suddenly i saw her there....wah what kind of coinsidences is this?..but i still dun know her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that we go to lecture hall and bla..bla...bla...then finish class around 6.15.p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i meet cheng huai which same tutorial with me....i ask cheng did he know the girl name then he answer "you tanya la dia sendiri baru ada perkembangan"....what the hell with this guy i'm just asking name not perkembangan for stock market.....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day in english class tutorial...the lecture ask every one in the class to introduce them self...hahaha i'm soo happy coz the girl same tutorial class with me also...hahahaha.....then come to the girl time to introduces...that time i know her name....is_________.then i realized what actually feeling that i have when i meet her.ever since that time i'm looking forward to meet her and every time thinking about her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know first time i saw her.......actually i already fall in love to her......and till know......i still love her and miss her......finish here if there are more request i will continue this story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-8468856829202761768?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/8468856829202761768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=8468856829202761768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/8468856829202761768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/8468856829202761768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-do-love-her.html' title='I do love her....'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SGUZZvm_G4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/dhZdt-tZ1qo/s72-c/PF_1355701~I-Love-You-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-6123798744804777939</id><published>2008-06-15T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T03:04:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>huh!!!....hard to describe this feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SFTojxsCWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KAQpCr8oO_0/s1600-h/father-daughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212046370105612466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SFTojxsCWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KAQpCr8oO_0/s320/father-daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since i was a child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you gave me everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are joy and sad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there a moment i hate you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are moment i do miss you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know every moment you will always love me.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know you done a lot's of thing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are time you have to go trough hardship,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are time you have to spent a thousand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are time you have to do extra work,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;all the thing that you been doing.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know it's to keep me happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad i never do anything for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i also not talk with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are time i disagree with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are a soo many arguement between us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know no matter what i do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end you still love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dad for all this time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i been done a lot's of thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i been cause a lot's of problem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i been doing something that i should not,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however there are one thing......that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never express,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i know the meaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand everything deeply,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAD I LOVE YOU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-6123798744804777939?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/6123798744804777939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=6123798744804777939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/6123798744804777939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/6123798744804777939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/2008/06/huhhard-to-describe-this-feeling.html' title='huh!!!....hard to describe this feeling'/><author><name>zero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00490832511663736049</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SOzE8FWg7NI/AAAAAAAAABM/qC26wiOYvJo/S220/kimi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UUOD3xWHWnY/SFTojxsCWLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KAQpCr8oO_0/s72-c/father-daughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649170277941720747.post-8918562167405201881</id><published>2008-06-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:25:55.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I feel....</title><content type='html'>since the first day we meet,&lt;br /&gt;since the first word i said,&lt;br /&gt;since the first smile i gave,&lt;br /&gt;since that time i already fall in love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time always running,&lt;br /&gt;tear always sliding,&lt;br /&gt;weather always changing,&lt;br /&gt;everything are not at one place.....however my love always with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't say good bye,&lt;br /&gt;i don't want make you cry,&lt;br /&gt;i dun need your sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;i only want you to know....&lt;br /&gt;for all this time......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only person i love,&lt;br /&gt;the only person i care,&lt;br /&gt;the only person i miss,&lt;br /&gt;the only person i want to be with........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is only you _________&lt;br /&gt;for the last word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than anything else in this world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5649170277941720747-8918562167405201881?l=my-love-zero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-love-zero.blogspot.com/feeds/8918562167405201881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5649170277941720747&amp;postID=8918562167405201881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5649170277941720747/posts/default/8918562167405201881'/><link rel='self' 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