<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116</id><updated>2009-10-17T07:13:18.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion and the Crab</title><subtitle type='html'>"You are my life now. My life could end so quickly that I might not notice. But I couldn't think of anything because you are the only one that matters to me. I fear not the angst and jealousy of others. I'm only afraid of losing you..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-3969414889567074489</id><published>2009-09-12T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:34:02.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SqqJD59eN4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WhwIN5H56kA/s1600-h/f61e4dde483fb1ede02c0c39e45c3409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SqqJD59eN4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WhwIN5H56kA/s320/f61e4dde483fb1ede02c0c39e45c3409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380263405038745474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(99, 32, 53);  font-family:Helvetica;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"  style="margin-top: 13px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Epic fail! I can't believe that I keep pushing you away and now I miss you a lot. I am so sorry about the things that I have done and the things that I have said. I promise to be a better girlfriend for you. I know I have made such promises a long time ago but I do swear that I shall remember this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;day and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;think that I simply cannot go on without you. I miss hugging and kissing you. I wish you were here. I have to wait for two more days to pass before I get to see you again. I know that is a short time but I want you to know that I really miss you. I hope you know I love you even though I'm always saying mean things to you. One thing is for sure: I really want to be with you all the time. I don't want us to be apart not even for a day. Sigh. I miss you a lot REALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-3969414889567074489?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/3969414889567074489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/09/re.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/3969414889567074489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/3969414889567074489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/09/re.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SqqJD59eN4I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WhwIN5H56kA/s72-c/f61e4dde483fb1ede02c0c39e45c3409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-6879387457696633986</id><published>2009-07-27T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:56:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry</title><content type='html'>I wish I could tell you how I really feel.. It's not like I don't love you anymore.. It's just that my mind keeps changing all the time and I can't explain to you about my feelings.. I'm really sorry.. Sometimes I'm really mean to you and I hurt your feelings with the words I say.. I couldn't change myself for you.. Maybe it's because I don't want to.. This is the real me and although you don't understand that, I want to thank you for always being there for me. Sorry I couldn't find the strength to tell you how I really feel.. I just don't think we're meant to be. I couldn't say that to you because I know you will be mad at me again. I don't know why I'm planning things on my mind on how I could leave you. I know I'm so cruel to think about that. So, even if you don't know what's going on in my head, I want to tell you how sorry I am today.. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-6879387457696633986?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/6879387457696633986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6879387457696633986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6879387457696633986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-6163689992064442609</id><published>2009-05-06T10:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:59:06.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sg-m4SzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYqaALk8M_g/s1600-h/314ba93f9fa4da44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sg-m4SzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYqaALk8M_g/s320/314ba93f9fa4da44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336667569508794962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...so I overreacted...sorry... But still I meant what I said: this is your&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;last chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I totally appreciate all your efforts and now, I can see that you really love me. I am sorry also for the things that I have said and the things I did in the past. I am trying best to change the bad things about me. It's not really hard...just don't push me because I will never hesitate to do what you don't want me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I don't understand that you have to do other things aside from taking care of me. It's just that when I think about your faults, I know I would never do the same things you did. Sorry because I keep comparing you to other guys. Sorry because I hurt you a million times before. Looking back, I was really childish and I admit that I still am. I hope you understand that I am a very sensitive person and one mistake from you will make me cry for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the things you have done for me, the risks you have to take and the things you have to give up just so you can be with me. I truly appreciate them all. Thank you, thank you and thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-6163689992064442609?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/6163689992064442609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6163689992064442609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6163689992064442609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-well.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sg-m4SzrQlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RYqaALk8M_g/s72-c/314ba93f9fa4da44.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-8355301520031654610</id><published>2009-05-04T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:28:28.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><title type='text'>Lies = Deceit = Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sf5dxxP96UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H32-x-Qsny8/s1600-h/HATE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 169px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sf5dxxP96UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H32-x-Qsny8/s320/HATE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331802118468528450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a coward! I trusted you because I thought you deserved my trust! But I was wrong - SO WRONG! Why should I trust you if you can't even trust me? I can never forgive you for what you did. All this time I thought you were telling the truth. You thought that I would be mad if you would tell the truth...so what the hell do you think I'm feeling right now? You're so stupid! You don't know me! You cannot hide a single secret from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your fucking last chance! The next time I find out that you lied to me I will really break up with you! I have given you another chance because we've been together for a long time but this is really the last! Like I said, you don't know me. If you think I have changed, well think again! I will never let you get away with this without my revenge. I'll play the retaliation game with you. In the first place, you knew that you're not the one I liked. This time, I will not listen to anything that you tell me. I don't care if you'll get mad as long as I am being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words, Geffy Fulay: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-8355301520031654610?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/8355301520031654610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/05/lies-deceit-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/8355301520031654610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/8355301520031654610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/05/lies-deceit-hate.html' title='Lies = Deceit = Hate'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/Sf5dxxP96UI/AAAAAAAAAD4/H32-x-Qsny8/s72-c/HATE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-6238418894015515260</id><published>2009-04-04T12:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:59:47.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='full games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rar files'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crack'/><title type='text'>Free Full Games</title><content type='html'>I will be posting links of my favorite games and they are in full version so I hope you will enjoy them as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also include comments and some guides to help you play the games...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-6238418894015515260?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/6238418894015515260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-full-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6238418894015515260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6238418894015515260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-full-games.html' title='Free Full Games'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-7908051043827210611</id><published>2009-04-03T20:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:02:13.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown timer'/><title type='text'>Another Coutdown</title><content type='html'>Yeah...we're apart again...&lt;br /&gt;I'm making yet another countdown timer so I will know how much time I have to wait until we're together again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.layoutcodez.net/countdown/swf/underwater.swf?yr=2009&amp;amp;m=6&amp;amp;d=8&amp;amp;h=18&amp;amp;mi=59&amp;amp;s=59&amp;amp;tt=I%20am%20with%20my%20Geffy" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-7908051043827210611?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/7908051043827210611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-coutdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7908051043827210611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7908051043827210611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-coutdown.html' title='Another Coutdown'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-5561404784482643127</id><published>2008-12-30T10:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:13:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-countdown/show.swf?clickURL=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/&amp;amp;clickLABEL=MySpace Countdowns&amp;amp;flashLABEL=Angeff Forever&amp;amp;skin=http://www.countdownclockcodes.com/cd/ccc-countdown/skins/skin32.swf&amp;amp;text=I%20get%20to%20see%20you%2E%2E%2E%2E&amp;amp;untilColor=6724095&amp;amp;textColor=0&amp;amp;datesColor=0&amp;amp;year=2009&amp;amp;month=0&amp;amp;day=4&amp;amp;hour=16&amp;amp;minute=59&amp;amp;second=59&amp;amp;x=6&amp;amp;y=77" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="300" height="200" name="countdown" align="middle" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-5561404784482643127?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/5561404784482643127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5561404784482643127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5561404784482643127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-7274971696298101799</id><published>2008-12-26T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:51:18.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Missing You Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SVcTskgoGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/woWTIwISo0Y/s1600-h/MissingYou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SVcTskgoGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/woWTIwISo0Y/s320/MissingYou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284714344178260498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been awhile since we parted because of the Christmas and New Year vacation but it seems like years to me already! I can't wait for January 4, 2009 to come. I want to be with you again. I want to be able to hug and kiss you. Spending my day without you is really hard and tedious. I don't think I can stand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something to do that could distract all these overwhelming emotions that has been killing me. I wish the days would speed up so that I'll get to see you again. I could take days arguing with you. That would be better than being away from you. This feeling is not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to see you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-7274971696298101799?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/7274971696298101799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-you-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7274971696298101799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7274971696298101799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/missing-you-already.html' title='Missing You Already'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SVcTskgoGhI/AAAAAAAAADw/woWTIwISo0Y/s72-c/MissingYou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-4183651608718748056</id><published>2008-12-21T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T08:53:07.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideal guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Perfect Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;An ideal guy is someone who:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;appreciates who you are and what you look like&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never hesitates to say sorry no matter who is wrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never insults you in in front of his friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;says "i love you" in front of his friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;holds your hand in public&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stares at you in the eyes when saying he loves you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always checks you if you are okay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgives your stupidity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;calls you back when you hang up on him on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kisses your forehead&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wants to show you off to the whole world even if you are wearing baggy clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;constantly reminds you how much he cares about you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;makes you laugh and smile even when you don't want to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always understands you and stops an argument&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tells you his future plans, which include you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not ashamed to cry in front of you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shows his weaknesses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never looks at other girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never forgets anniversaries and other important dates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very romantic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;doesn't have any "outside" activities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never cheats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;often talks about the relationship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very passionate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sensible and affectionate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;responsible&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loves you, trusts you and believes in you no matter what people say...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have definitely found my ideal guy and he's my boyfriend and my future husband, Geffy Lorenzo Fulay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodluck in finding your own!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-4183651608718748056?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/4183651608718748056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/4183651608718748056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/4183651608718748056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/quotes.html' title='Perfect Guy'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-3519515128688802457</id><published>2008-12-17T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:36:19.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Hear Me Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's awful to be unheard. I want to shout to the whole world what I feel right now: anxiety, despair and nausea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Is he thinking of me, too right now? Does he feel the same way that I do? Things are so complicated. Why are there people who want to destroy us? Can they not just mind their own lives? How pathetic. I smell jealousy...envy. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How can I explain to him that I love him more than my life and I will never do anything to ruin our special relationship? I can never blame him for doubting me. I know I have done many wrongs in the past and I regretted them all. I don't know how to prove to him that what I am saying is true. I could never love another guy the way I love him and no one would ever take his place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I feel like vomiting because of the stress I'm in right now. I have never felt so helpless in my life. I cannot live without him. It's something I don't ever want to experience. I knew it from the start that we were meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby, if you happen to read this, please listen to me. Hear what I am saying. I love you and I will never do anything that might cause our breakup. Trust and believe in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love your forever...you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-3519515128688802457?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/3519515128688802457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/hear-me-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/3519515128688802457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/3519515128688802457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/12/hear-me-out.html' title='Hear Me Out'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-7292958144993380900</id><published>2008-12-01T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:29:31.223+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><title type='text'>Addicted to Edward Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/STN0B2P2mJI/AAAAAAAAADA/FkQwp1JFErQ/s1600-h/perfect.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/STN0B2P2mJI/AAAAAAAAADA/FkQwp1JFErQ/s320/perfect.jpeg" border="0" alt="Edward Cullen" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274687163671681170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Edward Cullen is so damn hot! I really liked the way R-Patz (Robert Pattinson) portrayed Twilight's ultimate vampire heartthrob. By the way, I only like Edward Cullen, not R-Patz he-heh. I mean, they're the same person but I like him better when he's acting as the vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got to watch Twilight the movie and it was amazing. I was instantly hooked when Edward Cullen appeared for the first time on the screen in slow motion. I even held my breath! He looked really amazing! I also think he was hot when he and Bella (Kristen Stewart) got out of his car and they were seen by the whole school together. God! He was so handsome! The sunglasses worked for his pale skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know what I thought after watching the movie? I wished that Edward Cullen was real hahahahahaha!!!! Silly of me. But yeah, I really wished he was real and not just a character in the books. It was a good love story. It made me tingly inside. Well, maybe because I think of myself as Bella hahaha. So so funny. But I guess I'm not the only one who thinks like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the way, is it just me or do you guys also think that nobody cares about Bella? I mean, the craziness is all about Edward. What about Bella? Hmm...just a thought, though. I don't really mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm looking forward to the sequel of Twilight, which is New Moon. I have already read the four books and they were great because of Edward hahahaha. He's a hottie. Seriously. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-7292958144993380900?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/7292958144993380900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted-to-edward-cullen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7292958144993380900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/7292958144993380900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/addicted-to-edward-cullen.html' title='Addicted to Edward Cullen'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/STN0B2P2mJI/AAAAAAAAADA/FkQwp1JFErQ/s72-c/perfect.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-5190650371491213520</id><published>2008-11-27T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:07:34.023+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>The Love of My Life (Geffy Lorenzo Fulay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5MTDQ27GI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C0LQgJS7yw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5MTDQ27GI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C0LQgJS7yw/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt="this is my baby" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273236103874669666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I met him when I entered my first year in college. I really didn't feel comfortable going to school but because of him, I looked forward to going to school everyday. It wasn't that special at first because I was the one who kept chasing after him (literally). I was obsessed!!! I have done many things that I thought I would not be able to do but because I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with him, well I did it anyway. The saddest part was he showed he on my face that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he didn't like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. He avoided me whenever he could. I was really brokenhearted--devastated, actually. And then probably a few months later, i learned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he was going to leave to study in another place. I acted like I didn't care but the truth was I was deeply hurt. I also learned that the reason why he wanted to leave was because he had a girlfriend and he wanted to follow her so that he could be where she was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ouch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5MlmComXI/AAAAAAAAACw/eEKnaTFEofc/s1600-h/my+husband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5MlmComXI/AAAAAAAAACw/eEKnaTFEofc/s320/my+husband.jpg" border="0" alt="geffy my baby" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273236422447896946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two years passed... I kind of forgot about him because for me, at that time, he was nothing but an illusion I would never reach. And then, something happened. We got in touch again and that was it... I never knew we would be more than friends. At first, I thought it was just for fun. He told me that his girlfriend broke up with him recently so I thought he would just use me so that he could move on somehow. And me, well... I had a boyfriend at that time whom I was crazy about (that's what I thought) so I sort of used him to  make my boyfriend jealous. All seems to be okay. We had our first date. We watched a movie. We had our first kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Giggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. And then, I found out that he was already serious about me. I didn't see that one coming. I can still remember that night when he cried over the phone because I joked about breaking up with him. I was speechless. It was just so sweet to have a guy cry over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Laughs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then the time came when I had to make my decision of whom I was going to choose: my boyfriend of eight months or him. Obviously, I chose him. The reason was because my boyfriend at that time was just too busy to spend time with me and I didn't think he was that serious with me. I got tired of just doing everything for him to make our relationship work so I dumped him. It wasn't that easy. It hurt too to see him shocked and tormented. He begged me not to leave him but I already made my decision. So, that was it. He let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5IEY8OvCI/AAAAAAAAACI/BYdbH2M0ZLE/s1600-h/IMG0110A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5IEY8OvCI/AAAAAAAAACI/BYdbH2M0ZLE/s320/IMG0110A.jpg" border="0" alt="my future husband" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273231453949180962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Did I make the right decision? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We've been together for three years now and I will never regret the day I met him. I would gladly go through it all again. I have found everything that I wanted in him: soulmate, best friend, boyfriend and future husband he-he-heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Of course in a relationship, there are lots of ups and downs. We also fight... we fight a lot actually he-he-heh. But the nicest thing about fighting is after that, when we make up, it's like everything's new again. It's like we never fought at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until now, I find it so hard to believe that such an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amazing person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; loves me a lot and understands me like nobody can. I can never find someone like him. He's just one of a kind. I'm really lucky to have him in my life and it will never be the same again because he has changed me a lot. I've become a better person because of him. Everything just seems so right whenever I'm with him. I just can't imagine myself without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't know if he knows this but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I really, really care for him and I truly love him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I know I did some horrible mistakes in the past and I want to thank him for forgiving me and understanding me. I don't want to make promises that I shall never commit faults again but I can promise him one thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can only love him and him alone for the rest of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5JsOs0OLI/AAAAAAAAACY/eEe9wUZBVZQ/s1600-h/4evr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5JsOs0OLI/AAAAAAAAACY/eEe9wUZBVZQ/s320/4evr.jpg" border="0" alt="together forever" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273233237906569394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Love You Baby Forever!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-5190650371491213520?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/5190650371491213520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-of-my-life-geffy-lorenzo-fulay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5190650371491213520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5190650371491213520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-of-my-life-geffy-lorenzo-fulay.html' title='The Love of My Life (Geffy Lorenzo Fulay)'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5MTDQ27GI/AAAAAAAAACo/1C0LQgJS7yw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-8702784258406407378</id><published>2008-11-19T06:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:41:48.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kishimoto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kakashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jiraiya'/><title type='text'>Is Kakashi Really Dead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5PLK-6-II/AAAAAAAAAC4/BjwfUz7uVh4/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5PLK-6-II/AAAAAAAAAC4/BjwfUz7uVh4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273239267042850946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really goodbye to Hatake Kakashi, one of the best characters in Naruto? Noooooooooooo!!!! Could it be possible that he could escape Pain's attack? Maybe...because he has the sharingan, right? He can anticipate the enemy's attack. But I've read some forums and  that he really is dead. Masashi Kishimoto is such a killer ha-hah. Peace. Well, I hope he's not. There were some discussions like the Anbu member who was named by Tsunade as Yamato will be Kakashi's replacement in Team 10 (Naruto's Team).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, I really hope he's not dead. Just unconscious he-heh. It's not fair. After Jiraiya, there's Kakashi? No way. He's a great ninja so he should be kept alive. He might even be a Hokage he-heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-8702784258406407378?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/8702784258406407378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-kakashi-really-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/8702784258406407378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/8702784258406407378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-kakashi-really-dead.html' title='Is Kakashi Really Dead?'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SS5PLK-6-II/AAAAAAAAAC4/BjwfUz7uVh4/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-4810343951556897342</id><published>2008-11-14T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T17:30:15.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='burning up lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas bros'/><title type='text'>Burning Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SRyT7QHp1BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B7rBGHCFjq8/s1600-h/jb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268248310265271314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SRyT7QHp1BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B7rBGHCFjq8/s320/jb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hot, you're cold&lt;br /&gt;You go around like you know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, but you don't&lt;br /&gt;You got me on my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping into the lava&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm burning up, burning up&lt;br /&gt;For you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on girlI fell (I fell) so fast (so fast)&lt;br /&gt;Can't hold myself back&lt;br /&gt;High heels (high heels) red dress (red dress)all by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping into the lava&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm burning up, burning up&lt;br /&gt;For you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the room&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is you&lt;br /&gt;Staring me down&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping into the lava&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm burning up, burning up&lt;br /&gt;For you baby&lt;br /&gt;Slipping into the lava&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm burning up, burning up&lt;br /&gt;For you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning up in this place tonight&lt;br /&gt;Brother sing it loud (and we're feeling it right)&lt;br /&gt;Get up and dance, don't try and fight it&lt;br /&gt;Big rob is for real (and that's no lie)&lt;br /&gt;Stop drop and roll (and touch the floor)&lt;br /&gt;To keep from burning up (more and more)&lt;br /&gt;Got J.B. with me, playing it down&lt;br /&gt;Come on boys, let's bring the chorus around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slipping into the lava&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep from going under&lt;br /&gt;Baby you turn the temperature hotter&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm burning up, burning upFor you baby&lt;br /&gt;Burning up, burning up, for you baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-4810343951556897342?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/4810343951556897342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/burning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/4810343951556897342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/4810343951556897342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/burning-up.html' title='Burning Up'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SRyT7QHp1BI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B7rBGHCFjq8/s72-c/jb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-5148517237999842265</id><published>2008-11-10T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:58:54.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online games'/><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SReVV6TAeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uMPV7Ea3hOI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266842492891854962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SReVV6TAeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uMPV7Ea3hOI/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mood: confused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song: bleeding love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like playing online games. It usually is a boy thing but I don't know why I got hooked with it. I like level up games because you kind of think that you're the one who's actually levelling up. I mean, it sounds pretty weird but sometimes I pretend that I am my character in the game. And if you think that it doesn't get any weirder than that, you're wrong. I even dress up as one of the characters in the game. Totally weird huh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-5148517237999842265?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/5148517237999842265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5148517237999842265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/5148517237999842265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JJRtUSZ_F78/SReVV6TAeHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uMPV7Ea3hOI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2687506054449762116.post-6175534146113625952</id><published>2008-11-09T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:18:22.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 things lyrics</title><content type='html'>Sha, sha, sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably shouldn't say this&lt;br /&gt;But at times I get so scared&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the previous&lt;br /&gt;Relationship we shared&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome but we lost itIt's not possible for me not to careAnd now we're standing in the rainBut nothing's ever gonna changeUntil you hear, my dearThe 7 things I hate about you!The 7 things I hate about you, oh youYou're vain, your games, you're insecureYou love me, you like herYou make me laugh, you make me cryI don't know which side to buyYour friends, they're jerksWhen you act like them, just know it hurtsI wanna be with the one I knowAnd the 7th thing I hate the most that you doYou make me love youIt's awkward and silentAs I wait for you to sayWhat I need to hear nowYour sincere apologyWhen you mean it, I'll believe itIf you text it, I'll delete itLet's be clearOh, I'm not coming backYou're taking 7 steps hereThe 7 things I hate about you!You're vain, your games, you're insecureYou love me, you like herYou make me laugh, you make me cryI don't know which side to buyYour friends, they're jerksWhen you act like them, just know it hurtsI wanna be with the one I knowAnd the 7th thing I hate the most that you doYou make me love youAnd compared to all the great thingsThat would take too long to writeI probably should mention the 7 that I likeThe 7 things I like about you!Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi'sWhen we kiss I'm hypnotizedYou make me laugh, you make me cryBut I guess that's both I'll have to buyYour hands in mineWhen we're intertwined, everything's alrightI wanna be with the one I knowAnd the 7th thing I like most that you doYou make me love you, you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2687506054449762116-6175534146113625952?l=angefffeehily.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/feeds/6175534146113625952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-things-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6175534146113625952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2687506054449762116/posts/default/6175534146113625952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angefffeehily.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-things-lyrics.html' title='7 things lyrics'/><author><name>Angel Feehily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11387715104011077525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02265089755361972106'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>