<?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-1132256774073298868</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:25:20.486-08:00</updated><category term='literature'/><category term='Love Song'/><category term='Song'/><category term='love affair'/><category term='poem'/><category term='partners'/><category term='Favorite'/><category term='make love'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='love'/><category term='exploration'/><category term='love afair'/><title type='text'>Love Spell....♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Love itself can only heal the broken heart...♥</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-6701901567203867523</id><published>2010-11-18T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T04:53:44.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;by: Freddie Zabala, Jr.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Hi Neng&amp;nbsp; I wrote this poem way back in high school.&amp;nbsp; I have no inspiration that time but I know someday I'll have and I believe it's you... This is really meant for you. Happy 4th year anniversary... I love you!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;How can I describe this strong feeling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Every time my heart is beating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I wonder if it is just an infatuation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Or a fancy and green imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;At first, I don’t seem to mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;This feeling that is so hard to be defined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Know that you’re my first and only friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;To whom I can lean and always depend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;But why is it that when you’re beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;My mind travels to a deeper contrary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Realizing the rapid beating of my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;I’m afraid that someday we will depart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Nobody knows what I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Every time I ask, they answer no or yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Yet I recognize that I’m already in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;And glad for this feeling with my witness, God above…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;This feeling is my first time to encounter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;This is just for you my beloved girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Don’t hesitate to love me, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Because I’ll do everything for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Should I let you know and follow my heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;You didn’t know that I loved you from the very start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;Or I won’t just mind these heartbeats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;And let them stay till my heart breaks…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-6701901567203867523?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6701901567203867523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=6701901567203867523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/6701901567203867523'/><link 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Armstrong, Billie Joe; Bowie, David; Pritchard, Michael; Wright, Frank E., Iii;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br /&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br /&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br /&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br /&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br /&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br /&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br /&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire&lt;br /&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br /&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br /&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br /&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br /&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Know Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to own  a fancy car&lt;br /&gt;To drive with you around the city&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to  live in a&lt;br /&gt;palace like house&lt;br /&gt;A simple home is enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't need much&lt;br /&gt;Only your attention&lt;br /&gt;A hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;To make me  feel that i am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;With you my life is worth  living&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;With you my life is&lt;br /&gt;gonna be just fine&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;With  you each day&lt;br /&gt;begins with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to worry&lt;br /&gt;If  some things won't workout for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have to bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[ Find more Lyrics on &lt;a href="http://mp3lyrics.org/iRA" style="color: #555555; text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://mp3lyrics.org/iRA&lt;/a&gt;  ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need  much&lt;br /&gt;Only your affection&lt;br /&gt;To see me through&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel that  i am not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make our&lt;br /&gt;dreams come  true&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;That through the years we&lt;br /&gt;won't be growing old&lt;br /&gt;I  know&lt;br /&gt;Counting stars won't&lt;br /&gt;be so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be  our lowest times&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the tunnel shines&lt;br /&gt;Our love for  each other never fails&lt;br /&gt;Baby i just know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I just know&lt;br /&gt;I  know&lt;br /&gt;I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need much&lt;br /&gt;Only your affection&lt;br /&gt;To  see me through&lt;br /&gt;To make me feel that i am not alone&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="position: relative; top: 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&amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;He started it with “Once upon a time”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;There’s a beautiful Princess&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And her lucky charm.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;What an action-romantic scene!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That a knight coming for a rescue,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;For the princess in a hand of a monster and goblins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And always ends with love and kissing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But when the knight takes off his helmet…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Excitement envelopes the princess while waiting for his prince.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But suddenly, you jumped full of fright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A smiley croaky face for your kiss if waiting!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So, is this story in happiness will end?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or will sounds so disgusting???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Oh, Gorgeous distasted creature,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Always in faith but drowns in failure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Going on his way but was blocked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And knocking on the door that is lock.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I wish there’s someone else would see,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That inside of him was an amazing beauty.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Then, they will be astonished by his heart of purity.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So maybe in this way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This tale will end merrily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A lady kissed a frog that turned into a prince.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And take care of her like princess in the throne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Enough story telling!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;‘Coz I know you will forgotten&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But hoping in your heart will not be missing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Tempus Sans ITC&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Good night children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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songbird&lt;br /&gt;Harmonies, oh the harmonies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Would never come&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was silence&lt;br /&gt;In the trees, oh the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could stay asleep&lt;br /&gt;At least I could pretend&lt;br /&gt;You're thinkin' of me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause night time is&lt;br /&gt;The one time I am happy&lt;br /&gt;You see in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb and climb and at the top we fly&lt;br /&gt;Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know really what it means&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you love me, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hopin' one day I'll awaken&lt;br /&gt;And somehow she'll be lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;And as I wonder if the dawn is really breakin'&lt;br /&gt;She touches me and suddenly I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb and climb and at the top we fly&lt;br /&gt;Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know really what it means&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you love me, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climb and climb and at the top we fly&lt;br /&gt;Let the world go on below us, we are lost in time&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know really what it means&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that you love me, in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-6660930356990248364?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6660930356990248364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=6660930356990248364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Song'/><title type='text'>Our Fave Songs:  "As Best Boy  Friend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Lucky by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-4408712016132766846?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4408712016132766846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=4408712016132766846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4408712016132766846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4408712016132766846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-fave-songs-as-best-boy-friend_18.html' title='Our Fave Songs:  &quot;As Best Boy  Friend&quot;'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-307637678143423260</id><published>2010-01-18T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:59:48.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Song'/><title type='text'>Our Fave Songs:  "As Best Boy  Friend"</title><content type='html'>Lucky by Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-307637678143423260?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/307637678143423260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=307637678143423260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/307637678143423260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/307637678143423260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-fave-songs-as-best-boy-friend.html' title='Our Fave Songs:  &quot;As Best Boy  Friend&quot;'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-8970032768924994877</id><published>2010-01-04T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:26:47.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>My Love Story Part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="CONTENT-TYPE"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Linux)" name="GENERATOR"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt; 	&lt;style 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We don’t have any umbrella and we think that the rain won’t stop so he told me to just walk under the rain. So we don’t have any choice. But guess what he took off his uniform, and gave it to me and cover my head… It’s additional point for him. Actually, I know even though I had his shirt on my head I will still be wet but I don’t care.. I enjoy the moment… But everything was not enough. I mean even his action shows his feeling, it’s not enough. I need words; words that he would tell me that he loves me. But I never heard any word like that. Our internship is fast approaching. I was soconfused where to have it. In Manila, Cebu or just in Iloilo? Wanna know why? Because of him. I don’t wanna be far from him. Puto girls will undergo their internship in Cebu, Fam2 will go to Manila (at the same time my aunts &amp;amp; uncles are living in Manila). But one thing that made me decide to have it in Cebu is when one night, He, Jerre and I were in the room talking about internship. During that time they mentioned about going to Manila so that he can meet her TEXTMATE Liz… Oh, I felt like I was spilled with hot water and my temperature went up to 100 degree. I can’t take the situation and I went outside… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His textmate! So damn! I can’t get over it. He really got on my nerves. I told to my self I will go to Cebu &amp;amp; find another man because I want to be far from him. I don’t want to see him anymore. I hate him…. So funny to think about my reaction. Bu even though I have those thought, I cried when I went to Cebu because I will leave him. But I told to myself I have to, I need to be far from him, to know my feeling same with him. But I don’t know why is it that his memories kept hunting on my mind. I miss him so much… During my stay in Cebu, I only thin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; about the time that we will meet again. Instead of forgetting him, I love him even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He always calls me. And we were talking as if we are in a relationship. Actually I’m confused if he’s already my boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And everything goes on and on… Until one day. Nov 19, I’m not feeling well. All the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;uto girls went to the church but I was left in the apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t night they texted me that they will attend a party. Party of our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ir force friends and they want me to go there. But I’m not in a mood. So instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; I just texted him. Conversation went on and on…. Until such time that he ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; me one question that change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; our life. Past 11 when he started to talk about hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; feeling… And finally he ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; me this question. “Are you willing to accept my love?”…. When I receive that message, my whole body was frozen. I was just staring at the message for so long. I don’t actually know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what it means. I also don’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;what to say any word. I didn’t receive any message from him. Maybe waiting for my reply…. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; confuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;. Will I say yes or no…? If I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ould&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; say no, what if he will be hurt? What if he w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ould&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; never say those words again? If I will say yes, will I be happy? Is this the right thing to do? Without thinking what’s the right answer to my questions, I replied to his message. “Yes, I do! I love you too!” But guess what his reply… “Is this true? Bc natuyo ka lang….” Hahahahah…. Then, that’s how it goes…. Nov. 20….. The same date when I broke up with my X. Not my intention but I just realize that when God close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; He opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Monotype Corsiva,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;window. A lot better, a lot happier and someone I truly deserves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-8970032768924994877?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8970032768924994877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=8970032768924994877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/8970032768924994877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/8970032768924994877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-love-story-part-iii.html' title='My Love Story Part III'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-5666197883868164727</id><published>2009-12-15T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:12:26.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love affair'/><title type='text'>♥♥♥Memories of you! ♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(~First love sentiment~)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s all I thought that everything was over. That all I felt was gone by the wind. That I have already forgotten you! But I was off beam! Still, your memories linger not only in my heart but deep within my heart. I’m trying to forget you, but I can’t do. Still, I can see your face smiling, your eyes trying to say something to me but I could hardly understand. I’m afraid to deduce ‘coz I’m afraid that I will misconstrue it and I will thought that you love me, but the truth you don’t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I’m so weak, that I can’t tell you how I fee, this feeling that I’ve been hiding for more than a year. I know I’m not that strong – why? ‘Coz I’m scared that you will just pity on me. And I don’t want this to happen or you will just take advantage, only not to hurt me… I want that someone will love me because they really do and not because they are forced to do so. There are a lot of guys out there, more handsome, smarter, and even more than you do but I really don’t know why my heart speaks you name and&amp;nbsp; want you here beside me. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever happens my heart is still here patiently waiting and hoping that one day you will wake up and realize you love me too. I know it will take a long time and maybe not anymore but I will make this a wonderful memory that somehow I knew someone… someone I loved but someone not meant for me… ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m so thankful that you’re so good to me. And one thing I’m thankful to God that he made me an instrument to let you change – change for better. Hoping that someday if you will be with someone you love, she will love you the way I do and she will make you the best you can be – much better than I do… Thanks for being a part of me. Hoping someday you will see, realize and feel the same way as I do. For my love for you will never cease, no matter how long it takes… My love will always stay and I will cherish and treasure the memories of you!♥ ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-5666197883868164727?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5666197883868164727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=5666197883868164727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/5666197883868164727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/5666197883868164727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories-of-you.html' title='♥♥♥Memories of you! ♥♥♥'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-279767415033566540</id><published>2009-12-04T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:38:05.055-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>“♥♥ ECHOES OF OUR HEART ♥♥”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bitstream Vera Sans [bitstream]&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sometimes we close our eyes and just listen to the echoes of our hearts. We all fall in love and there are times when we love so much that we lost ourselves in our own emotions. More often than that, we wonder why there are love that grows and love that grows cold. We should start to research fro answers and find where love has gone wrong. But in the end, we find ourselves where we have started for we can’t question love for it has its own reasons. Love will always be as it always has been… silent, mysterious and deeply profound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bitstream Vera Sans [bitstream]&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of us believe that love is forever, that love never dies, only to be disillusioned in the end when we find our hands empty and our hearts longing. We mistakenly have looked at love as a need to be fulfilled but love is only a gift given to us. We should not hold it in our hands for we may never find the strength to let it go when it decided to leave. We should only embrace its warmth and glow while it last and then freely open our arms when it has to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;When we fall in live with someone, we don’t want that feeling to end for it is everything we are, everything that we wanted to be. We pray that love will stay and grow in our hearts. But if it doesn’t then we should never let our lives be taken by it, for life should not end where heartaches begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bitstream Vera Sans [bitstream]&amp;quot;;"&gt;There’s always a reason why we have to move one. When we have to say goodbye to the feeling that we wanted to stay forever. Let us not wave our hands with a heavy heart. For love will have to set its wings free and find the place where it belongs. We may have lost it but then again, when we close our eyes and listen to the echoes of our hearts, we will hear that feeling responding silently forever.&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll know that it has never let us, for the good that we have become because of love that will always stay. It will always be there reminding us that we should be happy not because we have lost love, but because once in our lives, that feeling lived in our heart and made us happy.♥ ♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Bitstream Vera Sans [bitstream]&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-279767415033566540?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/279767415033566540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=279767415033566540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/279767415033566540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/279767415033566540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/echoes-of-our-heart.html' title='“♥♥ ECHOES OF OUR HEART ♥♥”'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-8503003689241234489</id><published>2009-11-24T06:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:38:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥♥♥I once dreamed to be with a prince… I mean real prince. Someone who could give me everything… bouquets of flowers, chocolates, roses, carousel, palace, jewelleries and lovely dresses…everything I could even ask for that could make me exactly to be the best princess… That’s what exactly I was thinking about when I was thinking of my ideal prince… But as I grew up and became aware of the real world, I do realize that it’s only a fairy tales. Things that I could only read in the books, pocket books and magazines… Sounds weird right? Yeah it was…. That’s how my wild imagination runs by… When I first fall in love, I thought I found my prince… but I just soon realize I’m not fully in love… It’s not love at all, but an experiment of love, hoping to find my real prince. Yes indeed. I simply believe in happy ending. I simply believe in my wild imagination thinking that when I want something, I could have it. I once dreamed to have my first and last love… But look what happen, I end up blaming myself why I can’t make it. Why I can’t even make it be the first and last…♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve tried to find the answer, yet I found it to where I have started. It’s just within me. Everything is not a game to be played. It’s not something that I could just simply imagine and dreamed about. I realized that dreams and reality are different. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Life is what we made it… Chances just came along because we choose to have it. Love is a matter of choice and not a matter of chance just like fairy tales. And there I was, realizing I was falling in love with someone I didn’t even expect…. Not the prince that I was dreamed of… I just woke up one day, telling myself… I love this man… And I have chosen to be with him. When I felt this, I’m not even thinking about any material things… Not expecting to receive anything just like what we have seen in the movies. But everyday of my life, I received this kind of LOVE I could never explained. ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;For almost 3 years in this relationship, my love for him grows even stronger… The man that I never wanna lose in my life… No matter how it takes, with the help of God… I know that even though fairy tales are not real, I will have this happy ending with my prince in our own palace with God as our foundation of this everlasting LOVE… ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that you mean so much to me. Nothing in life I ask for but a happy life with you… God knows how you mean to me… no matter what it takes… I’m just here for you! I don’t wanna promise, yet my heart says so… you know how it beats when I’m with you!!! I’m just hoping and praying for our healthy relationship. Thanks for being my strength, my best friend, my best partner, my lover, my everything~….. YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME!!! Take care…GOD BLESS!!! ♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-8503003689241234489?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8503003689241234489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=8503003689241234489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/8503003689241234489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/8503003689241234489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-once-dreamed-to-be-with-prince-i-mean.html' title='My Prince'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-837330647936930751</id><published>2009-10-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:14:07.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Story Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So how did I exactly know his feeling?  From friends, from classmates, from him? Actually I don’t know. Not unless one day… Ok this is one special moment I can’t forget about him. Well, when we were in fourth year, 11 members of our class stayed in an apartment. And oh, I think everything really started or maybe continued because of that. We started August. Ok, One day maybe in the month October I was in our room, then suddenly he went inside.. We talked… &lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he asked me, “M.U. na ta?” It’s like my world suddenly stopped. And I don’t exactly know how to answer that question. Why is there an answer to that question? M. U. means Mutual Understanding. Then, he sent a message on my phone… “M.U. na ta? No reply means YES!” hahaha… He was so unfair, wanna know why? Because he knew I didn’t have any load. Oh, so unfair.. But actually I don’t know how to react…. I just smile because for all I know M.U. does not require an answer… Actually I’m so happy and my love for him grew more and more… But to continue the story, he got mad at me because I didn’t answer him. So since he didn’t get any reply from me, he walked out and slammed the door. Actually I’m not worried. When he left me, I smile.. my heart smiles with great joy. Actually I have lots of memorable experience with him, during our courtship stage but I know it would take one whole blog to tell our story, so I’ll just tell those stories which made a great mark in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you also wondering why is it that it seams like he was so sure that I love him? Oh, again it’s because of Phone, message…. Like that?! Wanna know why? WRONG SENT  message. I don’t wanna talk about it. Hahaha.. Just to give you some idea. Instead of sending it to Fatima I sent it to him. Really so shy… So I can’t talk about it… hahaha… Just ask me personally. But is it really a wrong sent? (Honey B, I’ll just tell you the truth about it… personally. ^♥^ ) ♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-837330647936930751?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/837330647936930751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=837330647936930751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/837330647936930751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/837330647936930751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-love-story-part-ii.html' title='My Love Story Part II'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-7579099173343421129</id><published>2009-09-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:14:58.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love afair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partners'/><title type='text'>My Love Story Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; 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Love to cherish and memories to ponder. I know you have your own love story but I’m so proud to share to the whole world that I’ve got the best love I had. Well, I’m not yet married but I can say that I’m very happy with my present relationship. Not because we don’t have any problem but because we overcome the problems and challenges that we encountered in our relationship. Wanna know how it goes? Do you have any idea who’s the man I’m talking about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know you do! It’s not secret anymore, right? Actually the first thing I really want to ask even to my self is how did everything started? That’s also one of the question we keep on asking with each other. First, I really don’t picture my self being with this man. I mean, who knows, right? We are close friend. Maybe because He’s the president and I was the Vice president when we were 3rd year? Hahaha… That’s the only thing I can think of. But actually we are good friend. We talk a lot about our life, personal life, his family…. I think I don’t have to elaborate it…. Inforgers are aware of it. But I don’t know if he could still remember the time that I asked for his advice way back when I broke up with my X… He’s a good adviser and I couldn’t understand why I hate his advice. Do you know what it’s all about? His advice was that he wanted me to give another chance to my X…. Oh, how do you think I would react with his advice? To be honest I should be grateful because he’s giving me a good advice but my heart was totally crashed. Really damn crashed. I told to myself. What a silly man… So far that’s how I thought everything started. I mean my strange feeling for him… To tell you frankly, it’s not a good advice for me. I was expecting that he would say, “No, don’t give him a chance. Stay away from him. Hate him. You’re not meant for each other. There’s someone meant for you, and that’s ME! ” hahahahaha… What a thought.. Can you imagine I was thinking that before? Oh, my gosh… I’m so shy with my revelation… Wanna know why? Because I could still remember that during those times whenever the INFROGERS, esp. Puto girls asked me if I like him, I strongly said, “NO! MARK MY WORDS! I will not fall in love with him!” But I really don’t know if I speak in the heart. It seams like I don’t know my self anymore… But one thing is for sure… During that time, this man was really special to me… But the big question I had in mind was, “Does he really love me?” And that’s unsure? So, how did I know it? Well, before I answer that question, let me tell you one memorable experience that keeps hunting on my mind. Fatima &amp;amp; I have the same birthday. We were in third year and it’s the beginning of summer vacation. Fatima &amp;amp; I were in the bench talking about anything. I was holding Fatima’s phone and suddenly. “One message receive from ChairPer” It’s him. So Fatima told me to read the message for her. So opened it up and began reading. I was surprise that the message was about me… It reads, “Fam, pls. Don’t tell Yanny I will call her tomorrow and I will use different number and I will pretend to be a stranger.” Hahaha…Got it! I was really laughing… I can’t overcome it same with Fatima. My birthday came but I didn’t receive any call from any strange number or strange man. I’m so sad and disappointed. But it was almost 10 p.m. when I received a message from a stranger. Actually I can’t memorize the exact message by it reads like… “Happy birthday, actually I want to call you but I can’t contact your phone because of error in connection. So I just send a message. My gift? Hugs and kisses”…. So it’s like that. Then Nestor sent me a message. One thing I was wondering about is that they have the same first 8 digit number with the strange number who sent the message. And the sim that Nestor was using during that time came from Freddie. Hahaha… Got it again… So the next day, I kept on asking if anyone knew the number but, no one knows…. So I ask him but he denied it… Its ok, I knew it was him! Hahaha… But it’s not enough… I mean what does it mean? Well he has lots of textmate… So maybe it doesn’t mean anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-7579099173343421129?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7579099173343421129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=7579099173343421129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/7579099173343421129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/7579099173343421129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-love-story-part-i.html' title='My Love Story Part I'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-7196089284918409620</id><published>2009-09-09T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:15:23.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“UNSURE”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SqjF2VSkvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e7-rcHbV6E/s1600-h/Picture161.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379767292112714818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SqjF2VSkvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e7-rcHbV6E/s200/Picture161.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 149px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;They say that falling in love is the greatest feeling… Something that is so hard to explain. “Oh, feels like heaven!” How true are these words? &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unsure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, unsure! How will you describe the feeling of falling for someone who could never love you back? It hurts!!! Pain surrounds you heart. Then how could you hide the pain if all you wanted to do is to cry your heart out… Can you fake a smile on your lips just to pretend that you’re happy and everything is alright? Can you fight for that feeling even if you know that you will be hurt even more? Sometimes we just have to… and moving away is the best way to do so… &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unsure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does moving away can ease the pain or lighten the feeling? How sure are you that you’re just the only one who sacrifice with the things that you will do? It’s not easy to move away if all you wanted to do was to stay. It’s not easy to do all these things if he is the one your eyes and heart was searching for… &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unsure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain had once enveloped my being… darkness dominated my world thinking there would be no one to lighten it up. How long will I stay in the darkness? How long do I need  to wait to see the light and experience the real happiness? &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unsure…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Many had tried to lighten my path, maybe yes they do yet I can’t see it… As I continue to walk through the path, I’ve seen a light from far apart. I was amazed, so I continue walking through without noticing that the thorns fall little by little. Thorns that cause so much pains &amp;amp; heartaches. I was almost there to see the light yet it's unreachable… These light gives direction to my life, ease the pain that I fell, and help me to move on and continue to persevere in the darkness. It brings back the happiness and helps me to love life again… Now that I was almost there, how long will that light stay to brighten up &amp;amp; give direction to my life? Will I stay the same after the light leave to be in the place where it should be or be drown by the darkness that once envelope my being? Or will I be the one to leave to let others experience the happiness brought by it? Will that light intended for me? Will it stay forever with me to brighten &amp;amp; direct me to the right path? Will all these things possible, if almost all the things are &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes everything was unsure but life is a matter of choice… It’s up to us to find the happiness that we deserve. If you give up, you’re a looser… regret in the future!!! If you love someone let it be… don’t hinder your feeling! There’s nothing wrong in fighting for it as long as you know that there’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing… Love has its own time, its own reason…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;unsure..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pains and heartaches are part of our life. I had experienced all these things… Why do I have to feel it when all I have done was to love? I don’t want to feel this again esp. now that I can’t stay away from the person who gives me light &amp;amp; help me to move on. Sometimes I want to give up &amp;amp; stay away because I’m afraid that I will not be the one he needs &amp;amp; someone who could make him happy. I’m afraid that I will fall in love &amp;amp; soon be hurt. I really don’t want to be hurt again. If only he didn't let me stay close to him… but things are left &lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNSURE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When will I be so SURE????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-7196089284918409620?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7196089284918409620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=7196089284918409620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/7196089284918409620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/7196089284918409620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/unsure.html' title='“UNSURE”'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SqjF2VSkvEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/9e7-rcHbV6E/s72-c/Picture161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-4457778593919531912</id><published>2008-07-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:58:15.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled Love... A mystery after All...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/Shr39hpJrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/CFMmJFQjtCw/s1600-h/mystery+love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/Shr39hpJrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/CFMmJFQjtCw/s200/mystery+love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339852944576196290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing - and then marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                Cher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                         Daniel S. Greenberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                             Elbert Hubbard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;    They say that love is the best feeling ever felt by human. That when both of you are together, you will be able to work things out. That you can do everything in the name of love and this love will last for ever. But how true are these words? How will love last forever in this world full of mystery? The answer is unknown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a matter of choice or by destiny? But, if you love someone let it be. God knows  how this love will work out. If you don't love some, let it go... You have to set its wings free.. If it will comes back to you, then it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;yours. But if it will go away, God has prepared someone meant for you... Sometime love is not what we thought it was. Time will come that love will be in trouble. It is whether to test if love was really meant for us or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love, you must remember that it is also accompanied by sacrifices and hard work. Not all the time love is likely to be in good condition. The troubled love quotes above show that there maybe times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/Shr4R2ePGLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vWYi3B9IJWA/s1600-h/myterylove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/Shr4R2ePGLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vWYi3B9IJWA/s200/myterylove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339853293764942002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;where love would be in trouble. Yet, things will only depend on how the two of you handle that trouble and how you will be able to over come it. Being in a relationship is not merely doing everything you want. Not only being together, hugging and saying those sweet words of love. Love is also fighting and struggling for all the obstacles that may come your way. This is to test on how strong the foundation you have set for your relations. It tests on how far you will be able to suffer and fight for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;    If you're like someone else who's been through into a  broken relationship or divorce, you know that the pain brought by this circumstances can be excruciating! The trouble for many people after their breakup or divorce is that the pain can be so unbearable that without realizing it, they unknowingly do something that are counter-productive in healing their pain. They actually stay stuck in that pain, and sometimes forever. Sometimes, even when you think that you have dealt with the pain of the breakup or divorce and put your past relationship behind you, there's still more healing work to be done. You just didn't realize it. There are some things that  remind you of a certain time and person that you were with. Other times, someone will say or do something that reminds you of a past relationship and you realize that even though days, weeks, months or even years may have passed, there's still more healing to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; If time passing is the only thing that needs to happen in order for us to heal our pain and broken heart, then all we have to do is let a certain amount of time pass and poof- just like magic- our pain was be gone and our heart was healed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this isn't the way the healing process works. It isn't just the time that's important. It's what we do with that time that determines whether we heal our hearts or not. If we ever hope to heal our heart and find the courage to truly open yourself up to love again, you're going to do some things besides simply letting time pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Being in this situation is not that easy. After the moments and experience that you've shared and dreamed on, things ends up that easily... But life is a battle. You must stand up and fight again. Learned from your experience and love again.. Trouble love may happen to us but after all, you will understand it's mystery&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/1132256774073298868-4457778593919531912?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4457778593919531912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=4457778593919531912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4457778593919531912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4457778593919531912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/troubled-love.html' title='Troubled Love... A mystery after All...'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/Shr39hpJrsI/AAAAAAAAADI/CFMmJFQjtCw/s72-c/mystery+love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-1120928781565234943</id><published>2008-07-28T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:36:02.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Love or Crush?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"How do I love thee?&lt;br /&gt;Let me count the ways."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Elizabeth Barrett Browning, from How Do I Love Thee?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness."&lt;br /&gt;by Oliver Wendell Holmes &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand."&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;"Love is the emotions that catches you unaware and causes you to laugh when you're discourages and cry when you want to be tough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #ffcc33; font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #996600; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc9933;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Isn't it really nice to fall in love and receive those simple yet touching crush and love quotes? Definitely yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;    But how can we distinguish crush from love? What are the difference between the two,  since both involve feelings of attraction to the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;    Crush is just a temporary feeling of admiration towards the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;. It is based on what the object of your desire looks like, and your perception of what that person might be like. Maybe you like the way he or she looks or the physical appearance, the way he or she dressed up, walk, smile, dance, sing or even just his or her, two deep dimples. But these admiration does not go beyond deeper feeling. It lasted only for a while or for a short time. In crush you can't look straight into the eyes of the person you admire. You are shy and very conscious with how you look, talk or even walk. You want acceptance and you are afraid to be ignored. It is almost an obsession that you cannot control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But when we speak of love, it used to have a vague definition as many of the human emotions and feelings, mainly because they use it to be a little beyond the words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Love lasts for a lifetime. It is a feeling of being happy and comfortable with some one you love. Sharing dreams and plans together and making things work out. If you love someone they occupy a great deal of your thoughts and you have a tendency to put their needs above your own quite often because you really do love them and want the best for them even if it means giving up a bit of what you want for that to happen. Love fills your life with purpose while crushes just fill it with fantasies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; In crushes its just fun to fantasize about someone but in love you live a great deal of your life in accord with what that person needs to continue to be in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;It is really important to distinguish the two inorder to understand their existence and how they affect our lives. This will also help us to understand how we will handle our relationships on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: times new roman; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-1120928781565234943?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1120928781565234943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=1120928781565234943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/1120928781565234943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/1120928781565234943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-love-or-crush.html' title='Is It Love or Crush?'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1132256774073298868.post-4161100368539717411</id><published>2008-07-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:35:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love with a Silly Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc9933; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9933; font-family: &amp;quot;Bitstream Vera Sans Mono [bitstream]&amp;quot;; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;    "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparking in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9933;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;By: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc9933; font-size: 85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc9933; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3333ff; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;How will anyone explain this kind of quote? Funny? Playful? Refined? Foolish? Harmless? Any of the choices may be considered right! For all I know this is a silly quote!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;When we speak of silly, this word means foolish. It shows the lack of good sense and wisdom. Showing irresponsible behavior. It may be weak or harmless. It may also be playful or giggly, it may imply ridiculous or irrational behavior that demonstrates a lack of common sense, good judgment, or sobriety .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The quote stated above is an example of a silly love quote which is widely used as an expression of love. But how could we define the word love? The first thing that comes on our mind when we hear the word love is merely attraction. But it is a word with different meaning to different people in different places. But let me define it as a strong, ineffable feeling towards the opposite sex. It represents a range of human emotions and experiences related to the sense of affection and sexual attraction. It refers to a variety of feeling, state and attitude, ranging from generic pleasure to intense interpersonal attraction.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Love can be expresses in different ways. It depends on how the person understands about it and on how he or she expresses it. It may often vary on traditions and belief of a certain community. Anthropologists such as Claude Levi-Strauss show that there are complex forms of courtship in ancient as well as contemporary primitive societies . Love is often expressed by making love letter, sending chocolates and flowers, courting at home, offering services to the family, sending love quotes to your love one and a lot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;    But how could one manage to make a silly love quote? Is it to attract someone? Just to make fun? or it's just simply his own way to be different? For what ever reason stated above, there is one thing for sure, it was made with purpose. Made by someone who has intention to make his or her quotes something unique. It is their way of expressing how they feel. For them to be recognized. But in some ways it is because they don't have something with good sense in their mind. Writing with out wisdom, so they end up making silly love quotes. What a waste if that was their only reason. But sometimes it maybe considered an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: courier new; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;Try to find out if this is really silly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Silly boy and silly girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;sit silly in their silly world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;talking of such silly things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;and all these silly feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;The silly things it makes them do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;saying silly things that are not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;and no, it’s not so silly to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;“These two were in love that day…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;It’s in this silly world of theirs;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;come silly thoughts and silly dreams -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;dreams of other silly things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;and doubts in silly feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;Silly; they run away from this -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;a life of silly love and bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;and no, it’s not so silly to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot;;"&gt;“Fools die young in love today…&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1132256774073298868-4161100368539717411?l=yannysinlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4161100368539717411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1132256774073298868&amp;postID=4161100368539717411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4161100368539717411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1132256774073298868/posts/default/4161100368539717411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yannysinlove.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-with-silly-thoughts.html' title='Love with a Silly Thoughts'/><author><name>yanny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810274780317652305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONJF4Q67C1c/SxcoVhaKWmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-YOw73-WRi8/S220/IMG_0622.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
