<?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-8646300</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:33.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StRaWbErRiEs LaNd</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110951624463492322</id><published>2005-02-27T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T06:57:24.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Days had passed&lt;br /&gt;Hours had slipped away&lt;br /&gt;every second seems like an agony for me&lt;br /&gt;Since the day you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your faceYour smile&lt;br /&gt;Your care&lt;br /&gt;And youre everything&lt;br /&gt;Keep flowing through in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of&lt;br /&gt;The moments we shared&lt;br /&gt;The days we spent together&lt;br /&gt;The sweet memories we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could be like before&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Right here waiting for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110951624463492322?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110951624463492322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110951624463492322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110951624463492322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110951624463492322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493385943060081</id><published>2005-01-05T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:04:19.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart has been sealed&lt;br /&gt;for the wound in it will never heal&lt;br /&gt;memories is only what i could hold&lt;br /&gt;for it's me he chose to let go&lt;br /&gt;life no longer shines without him&lt;br /&gt;what's left is all but a dim&lt;br /&gt;tears i shed for him but does he know?&lt;br /&gt;i have turned into a lonely soul&lt;br /&gt;his feelings has died is all i knowi love him but have to let go&lt;br /&gt;tired of relationships is all&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my heart will never be open but remain sealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493385943060081?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493385943060081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493385943060081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493385943060081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493385943060081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-heart-has-been-sealed-for-wound-in.html' title=''/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493374934048339</id><published>2005-01-05T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:02:29.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>with yoU</title><content type='html'>In the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I heard myself shout,&lt;br /&gt;It was my heart&lt;br /&gt;coz my mouth was shut.&lt;br /&gt;My heart bled when u told me ?&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;That we were incompatible just that&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to agree to end this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart protested by all its bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;I need your love to keep me breathing,&lt;br /&gt;Without your love I dun feel like a living?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know why, u wanted to leave so abruptly,&lt;br /&gt;Decided to follow up behind ur steps secretly..&lt;br /&gt;There?I saw you giving your heart away,&lt;br /&gt;And crushed my heart along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, the heart is healed..&lt;br /&gt;But scars remain hard to conceal.&lt;br /&gt;Kisses n hugs can only be reviewed,&lt;br /&gt;By the memories that?s left so few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493374934048339?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493361962787605</id><published>2005-01-05T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:00:19.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wad's so great abt him?</title><content type='html'>wads so great abt him?&lt;br /&gt;some1 kindly hint?&lt;br /&gt;he got me head over heels,&lt;br /&gt;i loved him so i strongly feel.&lt;br /&gt;he glanced over n caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;my face felt burnt...&lt;br /&gt;was that shy?&lt;br /&gt;i felt so lost in his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;like there's no way out,&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;he read my heart from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;n sensed i'm melting away just like ice...&lt;br /&gt;he smiled, but it seemed so sly,&lt;br /&gt;was it something he wanna imply??&lt;br /&gt;but the smile took me for a fly&lt;br /&gt;to the clouds of hapiness in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;lurking behind could all be lies,&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't see,coz love is blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493361962787605?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493361962787605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493361962787605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493361962787605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493361962787605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/wads-so-great-abt-him.html' title='wad&apos;s so great abt him?'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493350577930046</id><published>2005-01-05T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:58:25.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is love in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful item?&lt;br /&gt;Harmful thing?&lt;br /&gt;It all started with sweetie pie and&lt;br /&gt;end with bitter ground&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes u taste of spicy chocolate&lt;br /&gt;when love meant to be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;What is guy in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Meant to hurt us girls?&lt;br /&gt;Oh God spear us than&lt;br /&gt;We are innocent!&lt;br /&gt;Not like boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493350577930046?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493350577930046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493350577930046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493350577930046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493350577930046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-is-love-in-this-world-hurtful.html' title=''/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493345591427026</id><published>2005-01-05T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:57:35.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i MiSs U</title><content type='html'>After that day I than realize how important you are towards me. I really regret for everything. It really makes me wonder sometimes accepting you were a mistake or falling in love with you was a mistake. Or maybe, mistakes lie on me for accepting you. But, I do treasure those moment,those time whereby we are together we are so sweet, so nice. Falling in love with all your hugs and kisses. Your hugs make me feel as though Im protected from danger. Your kisses tell me that you cant live without me. But now, it all became fairytales. I can only keep them into my memory whereby no one else enter. Didnt have any intentions of breaking you two up. As long as you are happy is sufficient. Nothing can fill me up with happiness other than knowing that you are happy. I know that I might be a stupidest person but as long as you are happy thats enough. Never mind, its all right. I still can handle it myself. Just take care of yourself and thats enough. Blessing you with all my happiness. i will keep those days that we are together into a drawer and lock it up. Nobody can open other than both of us. You are always welcomed to open this drawer to view. But please do not steal them away because Im now left with nothing but memories, memories of you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493345591427026?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493345591427026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493345591427026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493345591427026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493345591427026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-miss-u.html' title='i MiSs U'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493338945863635</id><published>2005-01-05T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:56:29.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thaT daE~</title><content type='html'>aFtEr My EnGlssH cOmMoN oN 28th AuG'04...i WeNt OuT wstH FioNa !... ...hAhAhAz...We WeNt 2 bUgiS 4 a WaLk...XiaNg bU dAo Wo He Ta kE Yi zHe Mo ToU yUaN...hAhAhAz...RigHt FiFi...hAhAhAz...WhO's FiFi...hAhAhAz...iT wAs FiOnA fRoM 3/10...HaHaHaZ...wE hAb SeRiOuSlY aLoT oF cRaPs MaN...bUt it WaS sO fUn...ThE pHoTo...tHe MaCdOnAld tHiNgY... dEcEpTiOn WiReCrAfT...aNd AlOt oF oThEr PlaCeS...hAhAhAz...tHoSmAs iSh LyK mAcAm My KoRkOr LiDaT...hAhAhAz...gOt pRoBlEmS cAn FiNd HiM..ReAlLiE hAbiNG aLoT wiB hEr MaN...hAhAhAz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493338945863635?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493338945863635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493338945863635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493338945863635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493338945863635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/that-dae.html' title='thaT daE~'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110493331531996515</id><published>2005-01-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T05:55:15.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whYyYyz</title><content type='html'>Why must you always bluff me? It’s not the first time le you know. Being together with your partner is to trust each other, but not promising each other something and didn’t fulfill it. He’s making me to hate him, distrust him than to love him more. I don’t wanna this fucking feeling to continue. If all this continues I rather we end this relationship earlier than to hurt one another more. I do love him, but he’s making me so sad, so miserable. Not that he betrayed me. But are all the things that he have promise me to do but he did not fulfill. I know I must be more understanding towards him too but I’ve always give way le. What else I can do? I can give ways for once, for twice, but not all the time right? I don’t wanna end this relationship that’s build by both of us to end so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110493331531996515?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110493331531996515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110493331531996515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493331531996515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110493331531996515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/whyyyyz.html' title='whYyYyz'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110459240539141619</id><published>2005-01-01T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:13:25.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>In my mind&lt;br /&gt;I can climb&lt;br /&gt;All the mountains that surround me&lt;br /&gt;My spirit's there,where eagles dare to fly&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;There's a spark&lt;br /&gt;That can light the world around me&lt;br /&gt;An open door where i am sure dreams are&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter if I win&lt;br /&gt;Or the colour of my skin&lt;br /&gt;Cos' the race is all about&lt;br /&gt;Believing in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And i dream&lt;br /&gt;I can run&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind&lt;br /&gt;And be strong&lt;br /&gt;When my heart just wants to give in&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;THe hero that's in me&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I dream&lt;br /&gt;If there's a time&lt;br /&gt;In your life&lt;br /&gt;WHen the odds are so against you&lt;br /&gt;There's no defeat,if all you keep is pride&lt;br /&gt;First or last&lt;br /&gt;Slow or fast&lt;br /&gt;There's a dignity that makes you&lt;br /&gt;Keep driving on, when world's have come apart&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter rich or poor&lt;br /&gt;Or the things you've done before&lt;br /&gt;Cause the race is all about&lt;br /&gt;Believing in yourself&lt;br /&gt;And i dream&lt;br /&gt;I can run&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind&lt;br /&gt;And be strong&lt;br /&gt;When my heart just wants to give in&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;The hero thats in me&lt;br /&gt;When i dream,I dream&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt;Of a moment&lt;br /&gt;That forever will be goldnt&lt;br /&gt;When the torch is passed&lt;br /&gt;Only dreams will last&lt;br /&gt;That are shared by everyone&lt;br /&gt;And I dream&lt;br /&gt;I can run&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind&lt;br /&gt;And be strong&lt;br /&gt;When my heart just wants to give in&lt;br /&gt;I dream&lt;br /&gt;I can be&lt;br /&gt;The hero that's in me&lt;br /&gt;When I dream, I dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110459240539141619?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110459240539141619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110459240539141619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110459240539141619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110459240539141619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110458809568242999</id><published>2005-01-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T07:14:48.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're...</title><content type='html'>you're my star...&lt;br /&gt;you are special...&lt;br /&gt;in every single ways...&lt;br /&gt;thats why i love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110458809568242999?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110458809568242999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110458809568242999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110458809568242999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110458809568242999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/youre.html' title='you&apos;re...'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646300.post-110458796082437850</id><published>2005-01-01T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T05:59:20.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love</title><content type='html'>Real love ish when&lt;br /&gt;two person can go through the&lt;br /&gt;troughest problem together...&lt;br /&gt;without asking for promises or&lt;br /&gt;listening criterial.&lt;br /&gt;in a relationship, you have to put in&lt;br /&gt;effort and give in at times...&lt;br /&gt;not always be on the receiving end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110458796082437850?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110458796082437850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110458796082437850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110458796082437850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110458796082437850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2005/01/true-love.html' title='true love'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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It’s not the first time le you know. Being together with your partner is to trust each other, but not promising each other something and didn’t fulfill it. He’s making me to hate him, distrust him than to love him more. I don’t wanna this fucking feeling to continue. If all this continues I rather we end this relationship earlier than to hurt one another more. I do love him, but he’s making me so sad, so miserable. Not that he betrayed me. But are all the things that he have promise me to do but he did not fulfill. I know I must be more understanding towards him too but I’ve always give way le. What else I can do? I can give ways for once, for twice, but not all the time right? I don’t wanna end this relationship that’s build by both of us to end so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8646300-110865413390564368?l=strawberries-land.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/feeds/110865413390564368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8646300&amp;postID=110865413390564368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110865413390564368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8646300/posts/default/110865413390564368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strawberries-land.blogspot.com/2004/09/why.html' title='Why,,,'/><author><name>StRaWbErRiEs cReaM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03274499177201629642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
