<?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-4099762120760684149</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:34:12.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N@nni</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099762120760684149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036971721763369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099762120760684149.post-759561520593938390</id><published>2007-10-25T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T02:32:36.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/RyG0JeGUoHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/faaJdZ7SAXg/s1600-h/Tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/RyG0JeGUoHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/faaJdZ7SAXg/s320/Tear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125575925715738738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t think of anything to write, I just sit here thinking of the conversation we just finished. Maybe that would be our last conversation. (Even if I don’t wont it to be) ……There just aren't enough words to describe the feelings I want to share,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I did a mistake. And I regret it. But there are things people can tell and can't. I know saying all this is pointless. Because u said “Nothing u say is going to change my mind about you, I don’t WANT YOU IN MY LIFE… and as for your mistake it’s already FORGIVEN AND FORGOTTEN. We can always be FRIENDS”.And your last words "the best way to forget everything is to forget each other". All this for a single mistake? why? And the only answer i get is My love for you was not strong enough to hold us together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;strong&gt; Why do we have to be just friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;                        I just can’t seem to get it right&lt;br /&gt;                       I’m wrong by day and wrong by night&lt;br /&gt;                      I really think this feeling never ends&lt;br /&gt;                         Why can’t I have a normal life?&lt;br /&gt;                      Not filled with this pain and strife&lt;br /&gt;                    Why is it that we have to be just friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        If I was there with u right now&lt;br /&gt;                        I know we would never wonder how&lt;br /&gt;                    We would gratify each other when we meet&lt;br /&gt;                   I would kiss your lips and brush your hair&lt;br /&gt;                         And show u just how much I care&lt;br /&gt;                        I can’t imagine anything as sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        But u are there and I’m here&lt;br /&gt;                       This is the thing I most fear&lt;br /&gt;                  That we would never meet in warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;                         Darling tell me I’m wrong&lt;br /&gt;                    Tell me that u long to see my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell me that u long for me&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell me how you long to be&lt;br /&gt;                      With me every minute of the day&lt;br /&gt;                         Tell me when I long for u&lt;br /&gt;                     That u are there and feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;                     Listen to the words I long to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     I long to show you how much I care&lt;br /&gt;                      I long to show u I’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;                      My darling, just remember this&lt;br /&gt;                       Our memories will never fade&lt;br /&gt;                   As long as I can love u in my rhymes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4099762120760684149-759561520593938390?l=loabiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/feeds/759561520593938390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099762120760684149&amp;postID=759561520593938390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099762120760684149/posts/default/759561520593938390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099762120760684149/posts/default/759561520593938390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>nanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036971721763369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/RyG0JeGUoHI/AAAAAAAAAAg/faaJdZ7SAXg/s72-c/Tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099762120760684149.post-6474243969426108466</id><published>2007-10-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T04:48:13.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lover's Complain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/Rx8w2EZqmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDiUSIpEcn4/s1600-h/Crying_Angel_by_thasilvergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124868606423374466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/Rx8w2EZqmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDiUSIpEcn4/s320/Crying_Angel_by_thasilvergirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was all faith that we met&lt;br /&gt;We promised to love n care&lt;br /&gt;Had our own dreams and nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Faced it with happiness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Yet time was shattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost the trail of trust&lt;br /&gt;Lost the flick that was between us&lt;br /&gt;Initiated seeing the differences&lt;br /&gt;Never tried to love for whom we were within&lt;br /&gt;Days stretched, waiting ….waiting for us to return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but we never came back.&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/4099762120760684149-6474243969426108466?l=loabiii.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/feeds/6474243969426108466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4099762120760684149&amp;postID=6474243969426108466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099762120760684149/posts/default/6474243969426108466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4099762120760684149/posts/default/6474243969426108466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loabiii.blogspot.com/2007/10/lovers-complain.html' title='A Lover&apos;s Complain'/><author><name>nanni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00036971721763369502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3u9u2t-WwiA/Rx8w2EZqmoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDiUSIpEcn4/s72-c/Crying_Angel_by_thasilvergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
