<?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-4415691921415846272</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:06:03.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love=dead</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-6052151881476254698</id><published>2008-07-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:56.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence is my wOrLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoQ2D_EwjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5qtOYA94D7o/s1600-h/Dreamer_by_Iardacil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222505238858351154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoQ2D_EwjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5qtOYA94D7o/s320/Dreamer_by_Iardacil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Silence is my world.no one knows me,no one understands me,no one can read what is on my mind,just me!!i grow with the word "worthless"that stuck on my mind.my problem is myself!!the silence that brings me down,silence that badly hurts me,silence that kills me softly.tears fall down into my eye,cant control the tears to fall down,i want to say want is on my mind,but i cant!i want to shout!i want to release that pain i always keep inside.i hate myself.i cant express what i fell,cant say that "please stop,I'm hurt"no one see my efforts,nobody appreciate it!nothing left,just hatred and pain in my life just the life of being silent.&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/4415691921415846272-6052151881476254698?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6052151881476254698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=6052151881476254698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/6052151881476254698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/6052151881476254698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/silence-is-my-world.html' title='silence is my wOrLD'/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoQ2D_EwjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5qtOYA94D7o/s72-c/Dreamer_by_Iardacil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-5689818858107481580</id><published>2008-07-13T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:56.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoPmibUQzI/AAAAAAAAABs/-mtPq0GY6LE/s1600-h/e84a113b0c281f36433b8ea2473f89c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222503872640336690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoPmibUQzI/AAAAAAAAABs/-mtPq0GY6LE/s320/e84a113b0c281f36433b8ea2473f89c8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I have to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for the memories are not enough for me to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i have to set you free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for your heart and soul is no longer mine anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;pretending is all that i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to show people that i'm strong enough for this challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;crying is all that i've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to ease the pains that i have inside my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;giving you up is not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;for i have to give up all that i have in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;but it's the only way that i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to find myself again and show the world that i could stand again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i know that my love is not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;to have you back in my life and win you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;that's why i have to forget all my pains and nightmares and finally to let you go...&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/4415691921415846272-5689818858107481580?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5689818858107481580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=5689818858107481580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/5689818858107481580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/5689818858107481580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-to-let-go-for-memories-are-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoPmibUQzI/AAAAAAAAABs/-mtPq0GY6LE/s72-c/e84a113b0c281f36433b8ea2473f89c8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-3755063750489442018</id><published>2008-07-13T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:56.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoN41YHxkI/AAAAAAAAABk/NvuyGOycw-M/s1600-h/Bride_of_Dracula_by_Pirate_Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222501987941598786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoN41YHxkI/AAAAAAAAABk/NvuyGOycw-M/s320/Bride_of_Dracula_by_Pirate_Queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No one understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they never have and never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they can't see that i keep going down hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they don't see the razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they don't see the blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just why i want to cause this crimson flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they think they know everything about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but really they don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they think i will confide in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but really i won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i will never let them in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as that has only ever caused pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they think they can help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but they don't see i'm going insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so i will carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and this razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;is the only one that will always stay..&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/4415691921415846272-3755063750489442018?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3755063750489442018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=3755063750489442018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/3755063750489442018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/3755063750489442018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-one-understands-they-never-have-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoN41YHxkI/AAAAAAAAABk/NvuyGOycw-M/s72-c/Bride_of_Dracula_by_Pirate_Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-4990995158979998313</id><published>2008-07-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:57.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoL5TIgORI/AAAAAAAAABc/JSFi2ky-XKM/s1600-h/2dbd5d1ed8c8c34c98510c26133cab97.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222499796905900306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoL5TIgORI/AAAAAAAAABc/JSFi2ky-XKM/s320/2dbd5d1ed8c8c34c98510c26133cab97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken hearts, love's deceit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pieces fall down to my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken promises, love's a lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;puddles form from tears I cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken dreams, love's illusion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;sorrowed cause of your intrusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken hope, love's a game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;doesn't last, ends the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken sleep, love's the cause,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;digs at me with sharpened claws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken spirit, love of sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;stolen now is my tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken life, love is lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Broken now and that's the cost..&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/4415691921415846272-4990995158979998313?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4990995158979998313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=4990995158979998313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/4990995158979998313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/4990995158979998313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHoL5TIgORI/AAAAAAAAABc/JSFi2ky-XKM/s72-c/2dbd5d1ed8c8c34c98510c26133cab97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-1366930323553662028</id><published>2008-07-08T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:57.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 cLues mR rigHt is actuaLLy mR wrOng..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHLo4ObUHMI/AAAAAAAAABM/VV17_76Zglw/s1600-h/_i_hold_your_future__by_night_fate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220490970718805186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHLo4ObUHMI/AAAAAAAAABM/VV17_76Zglw/s320/_i_hold_your_future__by_night_fate.jpg" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong looks for easy targets.&lt;/strong&gt;these include women with low self-esteem, who are afraid of being alone or da newly-divorced or widowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong wants everything now.&lt;/strong&gt;ur undivided attention, ur adoration, ur body. he rushes talk of marriage, pushes for sex early in da relationship, fears emotional intimacy n emphasises da physical &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong HIDES THINGS!.&lt;/strong&gt; he may hide personal issues, financial problems, weaknesses n emotions. it may not be what he says, but leaves unsaid. a classic example: da man who "forgets" to tell u he is "separated, but not quite divorced". he leaves out parts of da truth dat later turn out to be pivotal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong looks bad to ur loved ones&lt;/strong&gt;. if ur frens n family have serious doubts about da guy you're dating,take note! loved ones can often spot things about a man you're not be able to see clearly at first..ya ya..dats true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong has a temper&lt;/strong&gt;. he flares up about insignificant things. he may or may not be physically violent. u find urself walking on eggshells.not wanting to incite him accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong can be picky.&lt;/strong&gt; he cn also be controlling and rigid: he adjusts pictures in public waiting rooms n gets angry when his car has crumbs in it. he might even be da exact opposite: messy. he calls it "creative", but u know ur mom wud call him a slob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong may be looking for a mom.&lt;/strong&gt; u end up feeling as if u have adopted a child instead of taking on an adult.he lets u do the hard emotional work for da relationship n seems to come alive only when FUN is involved.hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong can seem too good to be true. &lt;/strong&gt;because he is. he charms his way trough everyting,including talking himself out of responsibilities at home. he often acts as though da rules dun apply to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong can be too faithless or too religious.&lt;/strong&gt; he may be indifferent to faith and values, or obsessed with them. either wAy, he carries an anger about his(non) devotion. he may be too cowardly to take a stand, or an abnoxious crusader who wants to change you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr wrong may be UNCARING&lt;/strong&gt;. he is sumtimes indifferent towards you or others. this type is a passive person who just seems to be along for ride but tries hard to remain uninvolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415691921415846272-1366930323553662028?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1366930323553662028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=1366930323553662028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/1366930323553662028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tRoubLe witH fairy taLes..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHLSCnftHfI/AAAAAAAAABE/X0LBw2qqqd8/s1600-h/Dragonfly_by_Dezzan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220465860479360498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SHLSCnftHfI/AAAAAAAAABE/X0LBw2qqqd8/s320/Dragonfly_by_Dezzan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you believe real love shud be just like snow white, you're destined to be unhappy in romance. da problem with believing in fairy tales is dat they:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are based on illusions,so they're not attainable in reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encourage us to try to stay in a relationship at all costs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fail to prepare us for da ups n downs dat are normal in every relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encourage us to put up with behaviour we shouldn't tolerate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lead us to let great men slip though our fingers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;encourage us to confuse love n sex-then we spend weeks agonising about why he didn't call&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leave us feeling ripped off when we realise dat love isn't a quick fix&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415691921415846272-1424481880803127717?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1424481880803127717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=1424481880803127717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-1466143938530922419</id><published>2008-07-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:57.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 siGns yOu're a GueSt StaR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGpepM9RBJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X-Ujxit5iqI/s1600-h/0701081809-00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218087180207981714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGpepM9RBJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X-Ujxit5iqI/s320/0701081809-00.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*u gv a new friend sum advice n she says "wow,i'd never thought about it like dat b4"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*u start a new job n ur colleagues begin copying ur style-but not in a stalker way,of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*an acquaintance u only ever see occasionally calls u in da middle of a meltdown desperate for ur advice.&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/4415691921415846272-1466143938530922419?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1466143938530922419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=1466143938530922419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/1466143938530922419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/1466143938530922419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-signs-youre-guest-star.html' title='3 siGns yOu&apos;re a GueSt StaR!'/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGpepM9RBJI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/X-Ujxit5iqI/s72-c/0701081809-00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-6087377303852936061</id><published>2008-07-01T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:44:57.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wHat a man dOes sayS n tinks wHen he'S nOt daT intO yOu anymOre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGtzwvS7cDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TB4P-BPvJOs/s1600-h/Secret_Romance_by_Sylwiaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218391874405625906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGtzwvS7cDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TB4P-BPvJOs/s320/Secret_Romance_by_Sylwiaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;we r rarely taken by suprise when a relationship fails. i tink we sense the end is coming, n afterward we're only astonished by how much we choose not 2 see. i guess dat's bcz we want love to last,so we find ways not to look directly at the signs dat say there's trouble ahead. n da result is dat we dun try to save tings until its too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wut r da words, da looks, da action, dat say a man is uneasy and unhappy about da turn a relationship is taking? how cn a women noe dat his love is on the wane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'll ask question like "do u love me?" when what im really asking is "do i love u?" i also start thinking about other women. a man who asks his girlfren, "do u ever tink about having an affair?" is probably asking so dat he cn feel ok about wanting to have one himself. i may make jokes about it, just to see if (and how heartily) u laugh. n after ive thought about it.i flirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everybody flirts a little bit, but flirting takes on a diff dimension when it comes at d end of a relationship.at dis point, a man is doing it to test the waters, if not actually to ready da lifeboat. he wants to know dat sumone besides u thinks he's attractive. n he'll do it right in front of u, just to see how jealous u bcome. in a sense,a man wants u to call him bck. if he really wanted to have an affair with sumone,he'd hide it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if after asking all da question and making all da provocations,im still not getting da right response from a woman and if she still doesn't feel its necessary to talk about where we're headed, then indifference becomes da enemy. i quit. i stop using pet names. i stop trying to come up with tings to do.i will leave space for her,nite open, but if she doesn't want to fill it, i'll do what i want-see movies alone dat she wants to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;invariably,i'll emphasise da distinction between my frens n her frens, spending more time with the former n avoiding da latter,since i know dat one going 2 b my support group n d other is going 2 b my enemy. if she cancels a date on me,i'll be real understanding,because wut diff does it make? i'll pick fights,because im frustrted dat dis tings is happening, but they wont last long. im just waiting for da scene to play itself out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and while im waiting,i'll stay out until all hours, drink too much,stop making da bed,not buy toilet paper when we've run out, all da while hoping she'll get fed up one day n call da whole tings off herself so i wont feel guilty or responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its not dat we didn't both see it was happening. we had fair warning. perhaps its just dat people always tell themselves dat love will find a way. maybe dats da 1st sign to heed. if u think dat love will watch over u,n take care of things when da relationship begins to go sour,dats when its time to watch out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4415691921415846272-6087377303852936061?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6087377303852936061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rToQiIUwcDk/SGtzwvS7cDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TB4P-BPvJOs/s72-c/Secret_Romance_by_Sylwiaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4415691921415846272.post-7433055225527352453</id><published>2008-07-01T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:38:11.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>women quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; "there is no true freedom for a women without her own money" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"A woman cannot do the thing she ought, which means whatever perfect thing she can, in life, in art, in science, but she fears to let the perfect action take her part and rest there: she must prove what she can do before she does it, -- prate of woman's rights, of woman's mission, woman's function, till the men (who are prating, too, on their side) cry, ''A woman's function plainly is... to talk.'' Poor souls, they are very reasonably vexed!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.great-quotes.com/cgi-bin/viewquotes.cgi?action=search&amp;amp;Author_First_Name=Elizabeth+Barrett&amp;amp;Author_Last_Name=Browning&amp;amp;Movie="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1806-1861, British Poet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.great-quotes.com/cgi-bin/viewquotes.cgi?action=search&amp;amp;Author_First_Name=Remy+De&amp;amp;Author_Last_Name=Gourmont&amp;amp;Movie="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remy De Gourmont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;1858-1915, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;French Novelist, Philosopher, Poet, Playwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4415691921415846272-7433055225527352453?l=lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/feeds/7433055225527352453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4415691921415846272&amp;postID=7433055225527352453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/7433055225527352453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4415691921415846272/posts/default/7433055225527352453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedeaddeath.blogspot.com/2008/07/women-quotes.html' title='women quotes'/><author><name>Lily taSya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14435585782178294354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
