<?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-1045064791784950996</id><updated>2011-12-16T12:25:38.907+07:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='others'/><category term='iseng C:'/><category term='horoscope pisces'/><category term='love story'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='feature :)'/><category term='MINE :)'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>LOVE . LIVE . LAUGH</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my second blog. and I hope this will be my LAST blog that I have.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7751925546725981424</id><published>2011-12-16T12:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T12:25:38.918+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Yuk-Lui's Giveaway :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TEiIYD0CMI/TurVsdYwD8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WMt4aukjtyA/s1600/Photo0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TEiIYD0CMI/TurVsdYwD8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WMt4aukjtyA/s320/Photo0430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686592439288074178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://yuk-lui.blogspot.com/2011/11/giveaway-british-christmas-giveaway.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+YUKLUISTYLE+%28Y+U+K+L+U+I+*+S+T+Y+L+E%29"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :DGoodluck. end. 20 december.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7751925546725981424?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7751925546725981424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuk-luis-giveaway-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7751925546725981424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7751925546725981424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/yuk-luis-giveaway-d.html' title='Yuk-Lui&apos;s Giveaway :D'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0TEiIYD0CMI/TurVsdYwD8I/AAAAAAAAAVg/WMt4aukjtyA/s72-c/Photo0430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6382150589468327568</id><published>2011-12-12T01:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:52:57.833+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>D.G.S.Beauty's Birthday Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1qH2MlLCG0/TuT78VR7i_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8i9PaYhtNRg/s1600/IMG_4745.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1qH2MlLCG0/TuT78VR7i_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8i9PaYhtNRg/s320/IMG_4745.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684945643571481586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.dgsbeauty.com/2011/12/dgsbeautys-birthday-giveaway.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to join :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;goodluck all .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6382150589468327568?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6382150589468327568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/dgsbeautys-birthday-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6382150589468327568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6382150589468327568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/dgsbeautys-birthday-giveaway.html' title='D.G.S.Beauty&apos;s Birthday Giveaway!'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1qH2MlLCG0/TuT78VR7i_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8i9PaYhtNRg/s72-c/IMG_4745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7769991513802196576</id><published>2011-12-12T01:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T01:34:48.649+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Too Faced Shadow Insurance Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbY7NUT364A/TuT3gCHh6PI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CeAhtl7RWQg/s1600/IMG_7740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbY7NUT364A/TuT3gCHh6PI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CeAhtl7RWQg/s320/IMG_7740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684940759344736498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(97, 63, 93); line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Too Faced Shadow Insurance giveaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(97, 63, 93); line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;go check &lt;a href="http://ahleessa4realz.blogspot.com/2011/11/tokidoki-24-karat-brush-set-and-too.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(97, 63, 93); line-height: 36px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Good luck everyone :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7769991513802196576?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7769991513802196576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-faced-shadow-insurance-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7769991513802196576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7769991513802196576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-faced-shadow-insurance-giveaway.html' title='Too Faced Shadow Insurance Giveaway'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bbY7NUT364A/TuT3gCHh6PI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CeAhtl7RWQg/s72-c/IMG_7740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-461057157665721620</id><published>2011-12-11T18:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T18:16:50.570+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FC1Q9S03wE/TuSQysWTqaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/b2_5prvMfGg/s1600/2011-12-11%2B08.25.21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FC1Q9S03wE/TuSQysWTqaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/b2_5prvMfGg/s320/2011-12-11%2B08.25.21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684827830220990882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comeone Everyone &amp;lt;3 Join this give away, &lt;a href="http://diaryofaproductjunkie.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-giveaway-christmas-holiday-2011.html#comment-form"&gt;click &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so many product, with superb packaging &amp;lt;3 HELLO KITTY ! *addicted &amp;lt;3 _ &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-461057157665721620?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/461057157665721620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-holiday-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/461057157665721620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/461057157665721620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-holiday-giveaway.html' title='Christmas Holiday Giveaway'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FC1Q9S03wE/TuSQysWTqaI/AAAAAAAAAU8/b2_5prvMfGg/s72-c/2011-12-11%2B08.25.21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6816626753824744563</id><published>2011-12-11T17:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:50:10.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>MakeupByJoyce's Huge Holiday Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIA21kAxcwQ/TuSKXq5PsOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WAVGD9jIYLE/s1600/MakeupByJoyce%2BHoliday%2BBlog%2BGiveaway%2B2011.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIA21kAxcwQ/TuSKXq5PsOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WAVGD9jIYLE/s320/MakeupByJoyce%2BHoliday%2BBlog%2BGiveaway%2B2011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684820768904425698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SUPERB GIVEAWAY ! JOIN NOW OR NEVER !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Click&lt;a href="http://makeupbyjoyce88.blogspot.com/search/label/Giveaway"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; to check her giveaway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6816626753824744563?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6816626753824744563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/makeupbyjoyces-huge-holiday-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6816626753824744563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6816626753824744563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/makeupbyjoyces-huge-holiday-giveaway.html' title='MakeupByJoyce&apos;s Huge Holiday Giveaway'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JIA21kAxcwQ/TuSKXq5PsOI/AAAAAAAAAUk/WAVGD9jIYLE/s72-c/MakeupByJoyce%2BHoliday%2BBlog%2BGiveaway%2B2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-507881053762450032</id><published>2011-12-11T17:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:35:31.403+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Eye Love You Giveaway :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdQlxek4NcQ/TuSHPA1xn0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2PGAQSvTgHE/s1600/6392538087_35cd8859cf_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdQlxek4NcQ/TuSHPA1xn0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2PGAQSvTgHE/s320/6392538087_35cd8859cf_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684817321641746242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;lets &lt;a href="http://www.withlovejen.com/2011/11/my-eye-heart-you-giveaway.html"&gt;JOIN&lt;/a&gt; this GIVEAWAY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cute hello kitty, u'll be mine ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-507881053762450032?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/507881053762450032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-love-you-giveaway-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/507881053762450032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/507881053762450032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-love-you-giveaway-d.html' title='Eye Love You Giveaway :D'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PdQlxek4NcQ/TuSHPA1xn0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/2PGAQSvTgHE/s72-c/6392538087_35cd8859cf_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4554795282337734616</id><published>2011-12-11T16:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T16:57:16.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Join Balderdashinn's giveaway :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umGwQNded2E/TuR-NkNwKNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/einmHvjjGao/s1600/Finish%2Bit%2Bup.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umGwQNded2E/TuR-NkNwKNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/einmHvjjGao/s320/Finish%2Bit%2Bup.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684807401173166290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Join Balderdashinn's Give away :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;check her blog to join this giveaway &lt;a href="http://balderdashinn.blogspot.com/2011/11/balderdashinns-huge-prizes-for-my-1st.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4554795282337734616?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4554795282337734616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/join-balderdashinns-giveaway-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4554795282337734616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4554795282337734616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/join-balderdashinns-giveaway-d.html' title='Join Balderdashinn&apos;s giveaway :D'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-umGwQNded2E/TuR-NkNwKNI/AAAAAAAAAUM/einmHvjjGao/s72-c/Finish%2Bit%2Bup.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2604571509136453611</id><published>2011-12-10T17:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:59:11.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Maii's First giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YlvN6DWu0/TuM7LPfsyJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oTNXbyqesZM/s1600/SAM_0619.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YlvN6DWu0/TuM7LPfsyJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oTNXbyqesZM/s320/SAM_0619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684452218995787922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Join her Giveaway ^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uugh. ROCKY POCKY &amp;lt;3 yummy. me want to try it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://maii-ismail.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-first-giveaway.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt; ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2604571509136453611?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2604571509136453611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/maiis-first-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2604571509136453611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2604571509136453611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/maiis-first-giveaway.html' title='Maii&apos;s First giveaway'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u1YlvN6DWu0/TuM7LPfsyJI/AAAAAAAAAUA/oTNXbyqesZM/s72-c/SAM_0619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6105555582306690473</id><published>2011-12-10T17:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T17:40:05.707+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>CRAVER HEAVEN 2nd GIVEAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuJB7dnbQj0/TuM2sanVIjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BLYhtU1tla8/s1600/6155738979_1f034d6067_z.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuJB7dnbQj0/TuM2sanVIjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BLYhtU1tla8/s320/6155738979_1f034d6067_z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684447291358126642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;win this 100x100 satin scraft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;check creaverheaven's blog &lt;a href="http://craverheaven.blogspot.com/2011/09/2nd-giveaway.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6105555582306690473?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6105555582306690473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/craver-heaven-2nd-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6105555582306690473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6105555582306690473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/craver-heaven-2nd-giveaway.html' title='CRAVER HEAVEN 2nd GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EuJB7dnbQj0/TuM2sanVIjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BLYhtU1tla8/s72-c/6155738979_1f034d6067_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8443942727695910799</id><published>2011-12-10T16:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T16:22:34.083+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>LUVIEW COSMETICS MEGA GIVEAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVQnHbfhq4k/TuMjyirQsJI/AAAAAAAAATo/XYDrbKXoMDs/s1600/MEGA%2BGIVEAWAY%2BFINAL%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVQnHbfhq4k/TuMjyirQsJI/AAAAAAAAATo/XYDrbKXoMDs/s320/MEGA%2BGIVEAWAY%2BFINAL%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684426505880383634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go check &lt;a href="http://sparkleapple.blogspot.com/2011/12/luview-cosmetics-mega-giveaway.html"&gt;sparkleapple&lt;/a&gt; blog. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS MEGAGIVEAWAY from LUVIEW ! woow &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, check it out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-8443942727695910799?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8443942727695910799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/luview-cosmetics-mega-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8443942727695910799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8443942727695910799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/luview-cosmetics-mega-giveaway.html' title='LUVIEW COSMETICS MEGA GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVQnHbfhq4k/TuMjyirQsJI/AAAAAAAAATo/XYDrbKXoMDs/s72-c/MEGA%2BGIVEAWAY%2BFINAL%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3197316548817169499</id><published>2011-12-10T15:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:52:37.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Join Sheillablog.com Giveaway :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-GgJn2vWWk/TuMdyPG9n2I/AAAAAAAAATc/ElXEhRB2kKk/s1600/giveaway%2Bbanner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-GgJn2vWWk/TuMdyPG9n2I/AAAAAAAAATc/ElXEhRB2kKk/s320/giveaway%2Bbanner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684419903558098786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello guys. how are you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lets join &lt;a href="http://www.sheillablog.com/2011/12/dollywink-liquid-eyeliner-review.html"&gt;Sheilla's &lt;/a&gt; giveaway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3197316548817169499?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.sheillablog.com/2011/12/dollywink-liquid-eyeliner-review.html' title='Join Sheillablog.com Giveaway :)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3197316548817169499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/join-sheillablogcom-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3197316548817169499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3197316548817169499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/join-sheillablogcom-giveaway.html' title='Join Sheillablog.com Giveaway :)'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h-GgJn2vWWk/TuMdyPG9n2I/AAAAAAAAATc/ElXEhRB2kKk/s72-c/giveaway%2Bbanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3097367674853299995</id><published>2011-12-10T14:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:54:32.491+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Ms Vy's Holiday Giveaway , JOIN ! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DA2NmZHr3zA/TuMPoeX_VWI/AAAAAAAAATE/gUdhkY3MTCY/s1600/MissVyvyGiveaway01.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DA2NmZHr3zA/TuMPoeX_VWI/AAAAAAAAATE/gUdhkY3MTCY/s320/MissVyvyGiveaway01.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684404342694565218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello guys lets join ms. vy's HOLIDAY giveaway :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;click &lt;a href="http://missvyvy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-holiday-giveaway-international.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to join :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dolly winks &amp;lt;3 me want it :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3097367674853299995?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://missvyvy.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-holiday-giveaway-international.html' title='Ms Vy&apos;s Holiday Giveaway , JOIN ! :)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3097367674853299995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/ms-vys-holiday-giveaway-join.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3097367674853299995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3097367674853299995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/ms-vys-holiday-giveaway-join.html' title='Ms Vy&apos;s Holiday Giveaway , JOIN ! :)'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DA2NmZHr3zA/TuMPoeX_VWI/AAAAAAAAATE/gUdhkY3MTCY/s72-c/MissVyvyGiveaway01.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2826534083580286630</id><published>2011-12-10T14:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:37:44.161+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Aki's Christmas Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cir5IKtgmI/TuMLqv9jQBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_UB4s-F90UI/s1600/DSC06708.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cir5IKtgmI/TuMLqv9jQBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_UB4s-F90UI/s320/DSC06708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684399983728738322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Guys ! lets Join Aki's Christmas giveaway :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so click &lt;a href="http://xiaoqingqiang.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-christmas-giveaway-opened.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to win this give away :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Giveaway OPEN INTERNATIONALLY ! yay :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;and always support Aki , she's cute ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2826534083580286630?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://xiaoqingqiang.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-first-christmas-giveaway-opened.html' title='Aki&apos;s Christmas Giveaway!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2826534083580286630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/akis-christmas-giveaway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2826534083580286630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2826534083580286630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2011/12/akis-christmas-giveaway.html' title='Aki&apos;s Christmas Giveaway!'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5cir5IKtgmI/TuMLqv9jQBI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_UB4s-F90UI/s72-c/DSC06708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3791276796186033483</id><published>2011-10-19T18:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:37:03.643+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iseng C:'/><title type='text'>Hello !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNKCNXP2D6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/wbAWYwqj7os/s400/tumblr_lbarrrCXwG1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535630058082144162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2184877040576163117?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2184877040576163117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2184877040576163117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2184877040576163117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_04.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNKCNXP2D6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/wbAWYwqj7os/s72-c/tumblr_lbarrrCXwG1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2799016577911659790</id><published>2010-11-04T16:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:49:48.880+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ujian Tengah Semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNKBhK1VFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3-Fp9FsUUE/s1600/jadwal+ujian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNKBhK1VFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3-Fp9FsUUE/s400/jadwal+ujian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535629298835461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nih jadwal ujian gue buat ujian tengah semester 3. pheww. gila berentet semua jadwalnya. hafalan semua dan gue gak ada persiapan apa2 buat ujian :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2799016577911659790?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2799016577911659790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/ujian-tengah-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2799016577911659790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2799016577911659790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/ujian-tengah-semester.html' title='Ujian Tengah Semester'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNKBhK1VFwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/o3-Fp9FsUUE/s72-c/jadwal+ujian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3149604714986590636</id><published>2010-11-03T18:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:08:59.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNFCwzA9NHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jO-ST2x84RI/s1600/tumblr_lb57mh3ruE1qbpwzeo1_500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words dont have power to hurt you. Unless, the person who said them means a lot to 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/1045064791784950996-5050386370756179593?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5050386370756179593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-dont-have-power-to-hurt-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5050386370756179593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5050386370756179593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/words-dont-have-power-to-hurt-you.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2091937934298691147</id><published>2010-11-03T17:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:59:15.417+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Kyuhyun]&lt;/strong&gt; I soon gani majima kirago geutolok saranghan geu dehga eh&lt;br /&gt;Nun dollilyuh hehdo oolmyuh meldallyuhdo geunyang shiltamyuh heh uhjimeul malhan naya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[Ryeowook]&lt;/strong&gt; Nan hangsang ganghan chukman hajiman pyungseng nuh hana jikil jashin ubssuh dduhnan&lt;br /&gt;bigubhan namjaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Yesung]&lt;/strong&gt; Dashin na gateun saram saranghaji malgo&lt;br /&gt;Dashin geuriwuhhal saram mandeulji malgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Kyuhyun]&lt;/strong&gt; Nuhman barabogo nuh anim an dwesuh&lt;br /&gt;Harudo mot buttil mankeum saranghae jooneun saram manna jaebal&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nun apa nal jabeuryuh hajiman&lt;br /&gt;Pyungseng neh gyutten haengbokhaejil jashin ubtneun&lt;br /&gt;Bigubhan yuhjaya&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Yesung]&lt;/strong&gt; Dashin na gateun saram saranghaji malgo&lt;br /&gt;Dashin geuriwuhhal saram mandeulji malgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[Ryeowook]&lt;/strong&gt; Nuhman barabogo nuh anim an dwesuh&lt;br /&gt;Harudo mot buttil mankeum saranghae jooneun saram manna&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Yesung] &lt;/strong&gt;unjen ga oori heh uhjimeul hoohweh handaedo ibyul bakkehneun nan haejoolgeh ubssuh&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Kyuhyun] &lt;/strong&gt;Jinan shiganeul sehmyuh apa oolji malgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[Ryeowook]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Jinan babo gateun sarang geuriwuh malgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;[Yesung]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nuhman barabogo nuh anim an dwesuh&lt;br /&gt;Harudo mot buttil mankeum&lt;br /&gt;Saranghae jooneun saram manna jaebal haengbok hagileul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;[Ryeowook]&lt;/strong&gt; Doobun dashineun majoochiji malja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indowebster.com/Lets_Not.html"&gt;Download | Listen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2091937934298691147?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2091937934298691147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2091937934298691147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2091937934298691147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-not.html' title='Let&apos;s NOT'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7535255179967737987</id><published>2010-11-03T17:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:53:27.731+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE-_1wQItI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LPcVO7SHrWg/s1600/tumblr_lb5affPgP51qbpwzeo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE0xIR9LUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sSQquxjQlKE/s320/sosial+lima+%2815%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535263435656080706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE1GzhtS8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fmP0Fp_U03I/s1600/sosial+lima+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE1GzhtS8I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fmP0Fp_U03I/s320/sosial+lima+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535263808042126274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE1nBw8usI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2rzfzbpFKtA/s1600/Partner+in+crime316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE1nBw8usI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2rzfzbpFKtA/s320/Partner+in+crime316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535264361619962562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE2CP-rMII/AAAAAAAAAGg/oGrOemqkwTU/s1600/DSC00204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE2CP-rMII/AAAAAAAAAGg/oGrOemqkwTU/s320/DSC00204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535264829292097666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan yang paling penting ! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUE KANGEN KURUS&lt;/span&gt; !! T___T dulu SMA gue 'sempet' KURUS !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7897276183395484170?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7897276183395484170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7897276183395484170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7897276183395484170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-high-school.html' title='I miss HIGH SCHOOL !'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNE0xIR9LUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/sSQquxjQlKE/s72-c/sosial+lima+%2815%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3249578312318294411</id><published>2010-11-03T16:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:57:26.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNEx9tZNSkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UcuTqxgSd_o/s1600/tumblr_lb76t2xcc91qbpwzeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNEx9tZNSkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UcuTqxgSd_o/s320/tumblr_lb76t2xcc91qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535260353242155586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3249578312318294411?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3249578312318294411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3249578312318294411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3249578312318294411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/TNEx9tZNSkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/UcuTqxgSd_o/s72-c/tumblr_lb76t2xcc91qbpwzeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4748681628343028298</id><published>2010-11-03T16:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:53:52.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day you’ll meet someone who will change your whole life and give  worth it’s to you,someday someone will make you smile,someday someone  will grow old with you,and if ever you don’t know that someone yet,he is  still no one,he’s waiting,you’re waiting,you’re both no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4748681628343028298?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4748681628343028298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-day-youll-meet-someone-who-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4748681628343028298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4748681628343028298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-day-youll-meet-someone-who-will.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7607361607882804227</id><published>2010-09-20T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:02:07.432+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I’m a girl. I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything’s meaning. I dream big. I have high expectations. Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you. That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how was your day, I genu&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;inely want to know. And when I say I love you, I’m not lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/1045064791784950996-7607361607882804227?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7607361607882804227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7607361607882804227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7607361607882804227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4607448404075669900</id><published>2010-05-24T11:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T11:35:28.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks my REAL best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin said : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="text_expose_id_4bf9fe7479da929da3dd7" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;yet you still need to learn how to love and forgive. It is okay ! Things happened, but it doesn't mean your life should end here, right? Get up, stand tall, swallow it and let God heal. Care sister. Be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle said : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive and move on, this is a lesson worth to learn. next time to will be able to choose more wisely. Call me if you need someone to talk to, we are here for you Vi. love and hugs, michelle :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stella said :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Vi, keep move on. whatever happen. do not let things make u away from your dream. embrace your dream. =) you can do it sis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANKS ALL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ni 3 kata paling gue inget sejak uknowwhat :) bener2 penyemangat gue waktu gue lagi down. ni kata gue tulis di karton dan gue tempel di dinding. BUTUH WAKTU buat move on. buat realize kalo hidup gue gak segede daun kelor :P *daun kelor segede apa yah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;mungkin terkadang gue masih agak jutek sama orang lain. 4 orang yang deketin gue, gue tolak abis2an. gue jauhin, gue kata2in dan akhirnya dia yang benci sama gue. --" my God. sejahat itukah gue ? sorry yah D.V.H.N ! gak maksudd . :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;for sure, sekarang gue gak ada ganjelan lagi. gue udah coba buat lapang dada :) lama juga waktunya.  gue gak pernah anggep seseorang musuh gue lagi. gue bakal coba senormal mungkin sama semua orang. CAPE DIBILANG LESBI sama cel ! awkakkawkaw~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah. semua terjadi karna suatu alasan !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4607448404075669900?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4607448404075669900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-my-real-best-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4607448404075669900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4607448404075669900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/thanks-my-real-best-friends.html' title='thanks my REAL best friends'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7932758115502710756</id><published>2010-05-14T20:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:29:42.613+07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my next boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku ga tau siapa kamu nanti. aku ga tau kapan kamu akan jadi "my beloved boy". tapi aku berharap kamu akan datang. kapanpun itu. aku tidak memerdulikan waktunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku pun tidak buru-buru untuk menemukan siapa kamu. karena aku tahu, pasti akan ada waktu yang tepat, saat aku menemukan kamu yang hadir itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku berdoa, semoga kita saling menyayangi dan menerima apa adanya. menyayangiku karena diriku. bukan karena parasku, bukan karena materiku, tapi karena apa adanya aku. ya aku !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kuharap, kamu tidak membandingkanku dengan perempuan yang lainnya. karena senyum mereka yang lebih menawan atau karena rupanya yang lebih manis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kuharap, kamu akan membuatku tertawa, merawatku kalau aku sakit, dan bisa dipercaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ketahuilah, kalau kita pergi bersama, kamu tidak perlu memeras otak akan membawaku kemana ; yang penting aku bersamamu. aku pun terlalu malu untuk mengecupmu terlebih dulu. tapi kuharap kamu jangan takut. aku pun akan tersenyum senang dalam hati saat kamu dengan sepenuh hati dan tidak sengaja memainkan kepalaku atau rambut atau tanganku atau apapun itu yang ada di dekatku :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;jika aku mengalami hari yang tidak menyenangkan, kuharap kamu akan menghujaniku dengan keyakinan dan senyum. aku bisa menjaga diriku sendiri, tapi aku harap kamu yang bisa lebih menjaga diriku dan membuktikan kalau aku belum bisa menjaga diriku sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kalau aku menangis, ketahuilah penyebabnya bukan kamu, yang penting kamu memelukku erat-erat, dan aku akan baik lagi. Dan walaupun penyebabnya kamu, aku pun tetap akan baik lagi setelah kamu memelukku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan jika kita memutuskan untuk berpisah, pahamilah bahwa aku mungkin akan sangat terluka. ya.aku mudah terluka. tapi aku pun akan ingat kamu juga punya perasaan. semoga kita masih bisa berteman, jika kamu siap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tetapi ingatlah, aku pun tak pernah menginginkan hal yang namanya perpisahan ! aku ingin terus bisa bersama kamu selamanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dalam keadaan baik ataupun buruk, susah maupun senang, kaya atau miskin, sakit maupun sehat atau sampai maut memisahkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;beritahu aku jika ada perbuatan yang bisa mengganggumu, atau jika ada sesuatu yg tidak pas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku ingin kamu bersikap jujur terhadapku. keluarkan saja apa yang ada dalam pikiranmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku akan mencoba mengerti dan berubah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kuharap, kamu tidak berpikir, aku meminta terlalu banyak padamu.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kuharap, kamu tahu aku ini sekarang sangat gugup dan takut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;aku benar-benar ingin mengetahui kamu yang akan hadir di dekatku, bertanya-tanya sendiri, apakah kita akan saling menyayangi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;setiap hubungan asmara adalah sebuah permainan kartu yang baru dan ( ah..), aku tidak pandai bermain kartu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi aku yakin. aku bisa dan berusaha sebaik mungkin untuk bersikap baik dan menyayangimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;karena dirimu seutuhnya, tanpa berharap terlalu banyak darimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;terimakasih telah mendengarkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hanya ini yang ada dan muncul dari dalam hatiku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7932758115502710756?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7932758115502710756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-my-next-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7932758115502710756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7932758115502710756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/for-my-next-boyfriend.html' title='for my next boyfriend'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7689484358325267404</id><published>2010-05-14T09:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T09:54:47.832+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I DON'T NEED SOMEONE WHOSE SO MATURE TO STOP MY IMMATURITY. WHAT I NEED IS SOMEONE WHO CAN RIDE ON MY IMMATURITY AND MATURELY UNDERSTANDS ME. &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/1045064791784950996-7689484358325267404?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7689484358325267404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-need-someone-whose-so-mature-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7689484358325267404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7689484358325267404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-need-someone-whose-so-mature-to.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-35229983001787219</id><published>2010-05-10T19:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:23:59.599+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The One I Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget when it started&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm like this&lt;br /&gt;A day seems so long and doesn't seem to have an end&lt;br /&gt;How does another morning come? I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything while not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;I look at the slow time&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Because I only think of one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be doing this, I know&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't love you&lt;br /&gt;My confession will make you go through more pain&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I knew (I knew)&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything (can't)&lt;br /&gt;I can only think of you&lt;br /&gt;If I close my two eyes or open them again&lt;br /&gt;I can only think of on eperson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory I can't erase for one second (even today)&lt;br /&gt;I just think of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything while not doing anything&lt;br /&gt;I look at the slow time&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Because I only think of one person&lt;br /&gt;Because I think of that one person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-35229983001787219?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/35229983001787219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-i-love-i-forget-when-it-started-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/35229983001787219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/35229983001787219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-i-love-i-forget-when-it-started-i.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3965822228557569044</id><published>2010-04-28T18:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:32:53.172+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a long time now I wanted to tell you something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I  wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;even today I’m wandering around your neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;only  if, even just a little, you could acknowledge this heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday  I show you want my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you used to  be all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just let me cry for you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for you who does  not even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I am beside you but can’t say a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The  times you looked at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and smiled when that image comes up in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I  was so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that small smile was not for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it was like he knew my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someday I show you want my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I was  always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where you used to be all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just let me cry for  you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for you who does not even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that I am beside you  but can’t say a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Please, if he acknowledges my small smile  that would make me so happy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always where you used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(just  let me cry for you tonight can’t say a word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cry for you tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for  you who does not even know that I am right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for you  who does not understand my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3965822228557569044?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3965822228557569044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-must-love-you-for-long-time-now-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3965822228557569044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3965822228557569044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-must-love-you-for-long-time-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3985786714448824296</id><published>2010-04-24T23:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:42:04.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;There’s a lot of things I feel sorry for, but there’s a lot of things I couldn’t say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; For you who has turned away right now, I can only give tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Truthfully, i am so upset, I don’t even know the reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; To why I have to separate with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I’m so upset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; For real, for real, i am crying right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Though you see me smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I love you, I love you, It was all a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Even though you get mad, it’s okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Even though you scold me, it’s okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; So please don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Leave me, don’t go, you don’t have to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I will just love you myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Just today, just today, can’t you bear only for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I think I can’t send you away like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I love you, I love you, It was all a mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Even though you get mad, it’s okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; even though you scold me, it’s okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; So please don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Leave me, don’t go, you don’t have to love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I will just love you myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Turn it back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Turn it back to the time that you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; That your heart left me, that you don’t like me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I lived without noticing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Whatever I do, what should I do, if your heart left me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; Even though it stays besides me, it’s not love without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; I’m not even worth to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3985786714448824296?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3985786714448824296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-love-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3985786714448824296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3985786714448824296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-love-song.html' title='sad love song'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5799595997219382815</id><published>2010-04-24T23:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:41:22.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sad promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;If anyone comes to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I will ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;If they keep on coming, trying to seduce me&lt;br /&gt;I will stay cold.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they confess their hearts&lt;br /&gt;I will show no emotion.&lt;br /&gt;So that I will no longer be taken so easily,&lt;br /&gt;I will fully protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;But even though I promise this to myself again and again,&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be useless.&lt;br /&gt;If you call me I’m sure, I’m quite sure,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll want to be held by you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;I will never love like this again.&lt;br /&gt;As I try to erase and erase you again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop if I can’t forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it, again&lt;br /&gt;I will never have just this love again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fight it, fight it, and when I don’t win&lt;br /&gt;I know I will go look for you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I love again,&lt;br /&gt;I will only receive love.&lt;br /&gt;So that I will not be hurt if cast aside,&lt;br /&gt;I will never give my heart.&lt;br /&gt;But even though I promise this to myself again and again,&lt;br /&gt;I know it will be useless.&lt;br /&gt;If you come I’m sure, I’m quite sure,&lt;br /&gt;I will love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;I will never love like this again.&lt;br /&gt;As I try to erase and erase you again&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop if I can’t forget about you.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it again&lt;br /&gt;I will never have just this love again.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll fight it, fight it, and when I don’t win&lt;br /&gt;I know I will go look for you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated us so much,&lt;br /&gt;I spent all my nights erasing you,&lt;br /&gt;this depressing love&lt;br /&gt;this tiring love&lt;br /&gt;but I wait for you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;I will never love like this again.&lt;br /&gt;Again and again don’t bite your lips,&lt;br /&gt;why are you searching for me again?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;don’t wanna do it, again,&lt;br /&gt;I will never have just this love again.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever, don’t ever do this again&lt;br /&gt;but why is that when I cant’ even&lt;br /&gt;imagine myself, imagine myself&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-5799595997219382815?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5799595997219382815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5799595997219382815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5799595997219382815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/sad-promise.html' title='sad promise'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5813174474786973561</id><published>2010-04-24T23:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:40:11.991+07:00</updated><title type='text'>accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I told you, that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I confessed my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Behind you, I said it aloud that I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I tried to hide it in my heart forever, but loving alone is too painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Dreaming, wanting, watching all alone, it's too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What should I do ? My heart finally makes an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I shouldn't love, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Even though I try so hard to prevent it, I know it'll hurt, but I still make that accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Without me knowing, My heart created love towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I didn't want to love ever again, the scars that will come later hurts so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Wanting someone, and waiting, that's so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What should I do ? My heart finally makes an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I shouldn't love, not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Even though I try so hard to prevent it, I know it'll hurt, but I still make that accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Without me knowing, my heart created love towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I keep getting scared, that it'll be too painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; That my heart may be shattered, so that I can't use it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; What do I do ? My tears cause problems again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; I don't wanna cry, I don't wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Even though I try to endure, it's begging me to bring you back, it wants to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; Not knowing that you don't even look at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-5813174474786973561?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5813174474786973561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/accident.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5813174474786973561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5813174474786973561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/accident.html' title='accident'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7435229374178926525</id><published>2010-04-24T23:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:06:40.021+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate You Even Though Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I gave you the gift of my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you try to give me farewell ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Were you such a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How could you be so heartless ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Was our love all a lie ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I did not know you would be like this to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How could you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Why don't you understand woman like this ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Though I really think I understand men, I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There's no way in the world I can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because you are my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because you are my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I apologize for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will forgive you for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let's not break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stop drinking late and smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I won't even annoy you with my nagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because Even Though I Hate You, I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You know that my temper is a bit quick to rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And that I am a girl with a small heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will try to fix it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know you like my face bare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rather than with makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I thought my make up was too thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Looking in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I erased it all with my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because you are my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because you are my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I apologize for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I will forgive you for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let's not break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Let's go watch movies on the weekends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Call me when it gets late"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I won't nag you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Honestly, how well off do you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Think that you are ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You really, completely don't understand my feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And give me pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's okay if you are late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's okay if you are a little late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So just promise that you will come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because you are my man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You have to hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't you know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It is a woman's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; To deny even when he knows it all ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because I love you, even though I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7435229374178926525?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7435229374178926525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5432712777975388572</id><published>2010-04-22T17:17:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:17:39.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxoxoxo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;it's not an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;nor a fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;but this tears just won't stop..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;please, just once again, hug me tightly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;you can't go like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i know it's really selfish asking you to stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;and now i feel bad for calling you a selfish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;but you really are one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;you plans are important, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;more important than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i don't want your future to be ruined or delayed just because of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i'm not your future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i guess i shouldn't worry so much about this thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i'm not planning to be a part of your future either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i'm the selfish one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;not you, i'm sorry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i realized that i'm wrong here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i shouldn't ask you to stay anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; i'm sorry, i should appreciate you more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-5432712777975388572?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4638678103458884564</id><published>2010-04-22T17:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T17:09:21.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:"))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is gay, I miss you, but I can’t see you.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t see you, I have to respect that decision that was made.&lt;br /&gt;This week feels forever, I don’t even know when these all would end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Somehow I believe, after this week passes, everything would turn better,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;this is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I pray everynight so that this week would pass in a blink of eye, I pray everynight so that the moment I open my eyes, it’s you that is standing in front of me with a big teddy bear that says “sorry” on his tummy, I pray everynight so that this all would simply end tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I miss you, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4638678103458884564?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4638678103458884564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-1198682257710584709</id><published>2010-04-22T12:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:10:34.227+07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;When you smile&lt;br /&gt;my life becomes a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;sing me a lullaby to sleep at midnight&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;when looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;turn off the room light&lt;br /&gt;let's spend the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me to far away&lt;br /&gt;Away to your secret place&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears my fears&lt;br /&gt;Take all my pain for which&lt;br /&gt;I'll repay Someday with a kiss and say&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars don't shine&lt;br /&gt;And when the birds don't fly&lt;br /&gt;And when the flowers cry&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain runs dry&lt;br /&gt;When the violet's red&lt;br /&gt;and when the rose turn blue&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll still be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1045064791784950996-1198682257710584709?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1198682257710584709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-love-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/1198682257710584709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/1198682257710584709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-love-again.html' title='in love again'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8613295646699870161</id><published>2010-04-22T12:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:09:57.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts The Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Boy, it’s been a long time&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;Feels like nothin’ changed&lt;br /&gt;Since we’ve been together&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I go crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That there’s somethin’ you want to say to me&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause usually right now&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be holdin’ on to me&lt;br /&gt;But instead you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed, they’re not the same&lt;br /&gt;And recently you found someone that you&lt;br /&gt;Decided to dedicate your whole life to&lt;br /&gt;And what we had is ‘bout to be through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, what hurts the most is letting go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I know things are different now, you’ve gone and&lt;br /&gt;settled down&lt;br /&gt;And I thought for sure you’d always wait me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you what hurts the most is I should have&lt;br /&gt;took the chance&lt;br /&gt;Boy, when you came to me and offered me your hand&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me I thought I’ll always have your heart&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to love, oh, how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that there is someone new&lt;br /&gt;Comin’ in and takin’ my place&lt;br /&gt;Doin’ the things that we used to do&lt;br /&gt;And makin’ love to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;It’s killin’ me ‘cause I want you&lt;br /&gt;And you should have known my love was true&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no one else in this world but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things have changed, they’re not the same&lt;br /&gt;And recently you found someone that you&lt;br /&gt;Decided to dedicate your whole life to&lt;br /&gt;And what we had is ‘bout to be through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, what hurts the most is letting go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But things are different now, you’ve gone and settled&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;And I thought for sure you’d always wait me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you what hurts the most is I should have&lt;br /&gt;took a chance&lt;br /&gt;Boy, when you came to me and offered me your hand&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me I thought I’ll always have your heart&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to love, oh, how I miss you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I’m the one to blame for losing you, oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I really, really wish that I could be happy for you&lt;br /&gt;There’s just one thing I need you to do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you touch her like you used to touch me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you love her like you really need me&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you love her like you used to love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby, what hurts the most is letting go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;But things are different now, you’ve gone and settled&lt;br /&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;And I thought for sure you’d always wait me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you what hurts the most is I should have&lt;br /&gt;took a chance&lt;br /&gt;Boy, when you came to me and offered me your hand&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me I thought I’ll always have your heart&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to love, oh, how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know I love you so&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most is letting go&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know I love you so &lt;/span&gt;&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/1045064791784950996-8613295646699870161?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8613295646699870161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hurts-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8613295646699870161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8613295646699870161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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crying&lt;br /&gt;When I see you there with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live again&lt;br /&gt;When you're not here with me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to fight the fact&lt;br /&gt;That we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;And my life will be okay&lt;br /&gt;Without you right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;To hold my hand each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let these teardrops wash away&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this heartbreak last...&lt;br /&gt;Let me let go like you did&lt;br /&gt;For you've forgotten me so fast  &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/1045064791784950996-7458513724931171712?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7458513724931171712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6070190353025112017</id><published>2010-04-21T16:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:25:58.527+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Once upon a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Was a girl we all know well&lt;br /&gt;A princess only dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;The hope of finding her true love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She searched the land but couldn't find&lt;br /&gt;The true love that she had in mind&lt;br /&gt;She tried to find him everyday&lt;br /&gt;Till her hopes all washed away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sat upon her empty throne&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that she'd be alone&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life felt wrong&lt;br /&gt;Until one day he came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming was this prince's name&lt;br /&gt;And her lover he became&lt;br /&gt;She finally found her one true love&lt;br /&gt;The one that she'd been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally everything felt alright&lt;br /&gt;She had a prince to hold each night&lt;br /&gt;Someone to sit by on her throne&lt;br /&gt;No longer was this girl alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then on one awful day&lt;br /&gt;He found Snow White and went away&lt;br /&gt;On a horse they waved goodbye&lt;br /&gt;This princess was left to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew she'd have to live without&lt;br /&gt;The prince she cared so much about&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to love and all the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to happy ever after &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/1045064791784950996-6070190353025112017?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6070190353025112017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-fairy-tale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6070190353025112017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6070190353025112017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/once-upon-fairy-tale.html' title='Once Upon A Fairy Tale'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-534089791451123981</id><published>2010-04-21T16:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:22:47.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Looking back on everything,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember his smile.&lt;br /&gt;I wish things didn't end so soon,&lt;br /&gt;And turn back time for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;I still love him so.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me needs him so much,&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I won't be able to see him,&lt;br /&gt;Makes my heart cry out in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we won't talk anymore,&lt;br /&gt;The thought makes me wanna go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my reason for waking up,&lt;br /&gt;For the smile you see on my face.&lt;br /&gt;Going a single day without him,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel so out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid of opening up,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm afraid of the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see him one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of what he may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow will hurt,&lt;br /&gt;But the tears will fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for regrets,&lt;br /&gt;There will be a brighter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I see him one last time,&lt;br /&gt;I won't know what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='poems'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-527322318175059949</id><published>2010-04-21T16:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:20:13.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>huffh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes you love something so much that it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; to leave it, but you must. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes it hurts too much to hold on to that thing you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(0, 51, 102); font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And sometimes you let go of what you love because it hurts, but then just sometimes you get it back and live happily ever after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wish I had the guts to walk away and forget about what we had. But, I can’t because I know you won't come after me, and I guess that's what hurts the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It hurts to see you walk away. For admit it or not, you were an important part of my life and the time we shared will forever be a part of me. So even though I realize that it was never meant to be, still, it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-527322318175059949?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/527322318175059949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/huffh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/527322318175059949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/527322318175059949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/huffh.html' title='huffh'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5603572351456297470</id><published>2010-04-21T15:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T15:57:14.104+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hidup gue bisa gue bilang jauh dari yang gue harapkan ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;gak sempurna jg kayak putri yang mau ini itu diturutin dan akhirnya hidup bahagia sama prince charming :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;tapi gimana juga ni hidup gue. gue bahagia jalanin ini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;jalanin sendiri, gak ada yang nemenin dan gue harus bersyukur, gue masih dikasih hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;tadi siang anak gue, molly ditabrak ! ditabrak sama orang naik motor, kelempar, berlumuran darah dan langsung meninggal :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;gue kangen sama molly, huwaa. my first doggy. jangan tinggalin aku sama ocean dunk :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;hmm. beberapa hari ini juga. syndrom melankolis gue kambuh. bawaan na pengen nangis terus seharian. tapi gak nangis ampe seharian full jgua kog akhirnya. menetas kan air mata dan gue coba menyakiti diri gue dengan coba senyum. sakit banget. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;nangis gak nyelesain masalah kok. gak buat semua yang gue harepin bisa kembali lagi. huffh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;dan satu lagii. masalah yang paling berat buat gue. penyakit gue. sinus gue. ni penyakit paling bener2 ganggu gue. tiap malem hachi hachi, meler, suara bindeng. pipi gue sakit kalo kepegang, kelenyengan. huffh. mesti operasi juga kata dokter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;terus kista. OMG ! gue gak tau napa. gue rasa ni bukan kista. ni bener2 sakit. sakit banget. gue eneg terus tiap hari. pengen muntah terus bawaan na :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;huffh. God, please, heal me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;hmm. please God, bawa pergi sehari sakit ini :( sehari aja. aku capek pura2 sehat, pura2 gak ada apa2, nahan sakit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;2 minggu sekali ke dokter cuma buat suntik dan selalu menolak operasi. huffh. yang mau terjadi, terjadi aja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;sekalipun hal itu terburuk. segala sesuatu terjadi karena ada maksudna.&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/1045064791784950996-5603572351456297470?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5603572351456297470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5603572351456297470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5603572351456297470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5039677109716771525</id><published>2010-04-18T11:54:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:56:06.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hai lelaki, jika seorang wanita menangis karenamu, tolong jangan menyia-nyiakannya.Mungkin, karena keputusanmu, kau merusak kehidupannya.. Saat dia menangis didepanmu,, saat dia menangis karenamu.. Lihatlah jauh kedalam matanya.Dapatkah kau lihat dan kau rasakan sakit yang dirasakannya karenamu??.. .PIKIRKAN! !??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.gue gak tau sapa yang nulis ini di status fb na. tapi jujur. ada bener na juga. seorang wanita gak mungkin nangis gara2 seorang pria gara2 hal sepeleh. pasti ia ngerasain sakit yang bener2 sakit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-5039677109716771525?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5039677109716771525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/hai-lelaki-jika-seorang-wanita-menangis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5039677109716771525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5039677109716771525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/hai-lelaki-jika-seorang-wanita-menangis.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7600587952659913246</id><published>2010-04-14T21:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:35:40.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm really hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;How again and again tears flow&lt;br /&gt;Because of you I'm very hurt&lt;br /&gt;So why do I still think of you again?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I smell you&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I look at your photos&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you today again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect it to hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;Really hurt&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;I really, really didn't know I would hurt this much from missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't get something that I want anymore&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hurt&lt;br /&gt;Why am I looking for you again?&lt;br /&gt;Since the night you've gone, I miss you very much&lt;br /&gt;I still think of you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect it to hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;Really hurt&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts&lt;br /&gt;I really, really didn't know I would hurt this much from missing you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me&lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt me, please stop this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;PAIN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7600587952659913246?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7600587952659913246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-really-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7600587952659913246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7600587952659913246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-really-hurt.html' title='I&apos;m really hurt'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7000829538373720351</id><published>2010-04-14T00:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:24:01.155+07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you, boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;this is for you, boy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sorry. bukanna mau nolak lo ato gimana. tapi I CANT ! gue gak mau orang anggep gue cuma cari pelarian dari mantan dengan jadian ato deket sama lo. so soryy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;masi banyak yang LEBIH dari gue. dan gue yakin. lo bisa kok dapetin orang kayak gitu. believe me ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;makasi udah selalu dengerin gue nangis, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;makasi udah dengerin gue cerita yang sama setiap waktu, boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;makasi udah jadi tempat sampah gue selama 2 bulan ini , boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;sorry, kalo gue menjauh. sebelum lo tambah berharap sama sesuatu yang gak pasti, yang gak bisa gue kasi ke lo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;gue cuma berharap lo baca ini. jadi lo tau alasan gue kenapa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(84, 84, 84); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be better to be cold to me&lt;br /&gt;Or ignoring me might be better for me&lt;br /&gt;Brushing off the dust on my collar&lt;br /&gt;Carelessly laughing and leaning on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let it go, telling myself that its just a habit and busy my day&lt;br /&gt;But I think about it again and again as if I took a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the confidence to kneel my knees and be hurt by love&lt;br /&gt;If you have other thoughts than me, if you have different thoughts than me.&lt;br /&gt;If somebody asks you who I am, nonchantly introduce me as just someone you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call a couple of days ago at night, that call...&lt;br /&gt;it's not that I didn't wat to answer, but I couldnt&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I tell you I miss you when I'm drunk&lt;br /&gt;because in the morning, I'll regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the confidence to kneel my knees and be hurt by love&lt;br /&gt;Although I had the whole world because of love&lt;br /&gt;Although i miss it, I'm unable to find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you have the same thoughts as me,&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to have the same thoughts of me&lt;br /&gt;I wait again and again.&lt;br /&gt;I am a fool infront of love again.&lt;br /&gt;I cling to you again, like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being good to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be good to me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size:78%;color:#868686;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7000829538373720351?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7000829538373720351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-for-you-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7000829538373720351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7000829538373720351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-for-you-boy.html' title='for you, boy.'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-265817801816142766</id><published>2010-04-14T00:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:52:21.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; color: rgb(26, 6, 3); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hello, how are are you?&lt;br /&gt;is your face still cute like before.&lt;br /&gt;pouring out my late regards and my late farewells, i write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if you’ll simply ask me why it’s a letter&lt;br /&gt;when messages on mini homepages are more common&lt;br /&gt;firmly, i pick up my pen.. just in case i can’t convey my heart&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i can’t do this any other way&lt;br /&gt;it was really hard. when i loved you,&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened the way i wanted it to&lt;br /&gt;i keep promising myself to stop bothering you&lt;br /&gt;even though i wait until death, you won’t come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;goodbye, my love. i’ll let you go now.&lt;br /&gt;the remembrances and the memories, i’ll forget them all&lt;br /&gt;i’ll erase and erase and empty out every drop of love&lt;br /&gt;from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one time, just one more time, if i am to see you again, how nice would that be.  :)&lt;br /&gt;this lingering attachment, these tears,&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; i’ll erase everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saying that as the bodies grow farther apart,the heart grows further apart as well&lt;br /&gt;is of no use to me, it’s all lies&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i become more and more worn out.. i’m sorry for causing you trouble&lt;br /&gt;everyday, i ask myself, “can’t we go back”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;even if i wring out my distressed heart and cry out, you can’t hear&lt;br /&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of our memories, after i’ve realized our separation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;i’ll let you go from my heart. goodbye :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i would forget you as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;but you keep finding your way into my heart again and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can’t.. i can’t let go of my love&lt;br /&gt;i have to forget you, you&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i try to erase&lt;br /&gt;i guess you’re the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;i’m sorry. :(&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/1045064791784950996-265817801816142766?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/265817801816142766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/265817801816142766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/265817801816142766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-my-love.html' title='goodbye my love'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2117464278110322360</id><published>2010-04-06T14:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T15:00:15.162+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not regret for what u have done because there is nothing u can do about it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life &amp;amp; you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or help you figure out who you are &amp;amp; or who you want to become You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, professor, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at the very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.&lt;br /&gt;and sometime things will happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, &amp;amp; unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming these obstacles that you would have never realized your true potential, strength, will power, or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by mean of good luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness &amp;amp; sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without this small test, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. It would be safe &amp;amp; comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.&lt;br /&gt;The people that you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you will become Even the bad experiences are learned from. In fact, they are the most poignant ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love &amp;amp; how to open your heart &amp;amp; eyes to things.&lt;br /&gt;Make everyday count. Appreciate every moment &amp;amp; take from those moments everything you could possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before &amp;amp; actually listen... Let yourself fall in love again, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself that you are a great individual &amp;amp; believe in yourself. For if you don't believe in yourself, it will be hard for others to believe in you. You can make your life anything you wish.....Create your own life &amp;amp; then go out &amp;amp; live it with absolutely NO REGRETS. Most importantly, if you love someone tell him or her, for you NEVER know what tomorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day you live.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday.... Was it worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&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/1045064791784950996-2117464278110322360?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2117464278110322360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-not-regret-for-what-u-have-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2117464278110322360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2117464278110322360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-not-regret-for-what-u-have-done.html' title='Do not regret for what u have done because there is nothing u can do about it.'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3806123959715779989</id><published>2010-04-04T16:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:10:06.309+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;A day that takes eternity&lt;br /&gt;Or a Year that seems to fly&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if the past has stopped&lt;br /&gt;The future passed by&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Would have said the things I couldnt say&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I know things now that I never though I'd see&lt;br /&gt;I Could have been the one you wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back through the time that's over&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to days gone by&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could take you back and feel you standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Make me more than just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Someone that you cant ignore&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to when you loved me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where we could have been&lt;br /&gt;If we had read beetween the lines&lt;br /&gt;I should have done things differently&lt;br /&gt;We should have seen the signs&lt;br /&gt;If time with you were standing still&lt;br /&gt;But years could pass us by&lt;br /&gt;I could have said the things I meant to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd never need to try&lt;br /&gt;But I know things now that I never though I would&lt;br /&gt;I could have been the man you though you understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me back through the time that's over&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to days gone by&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could take you back and feel you standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Make me more than just a memory&lt;br /&gt;Someone that you cant ignore&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to when you loved me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;To the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;If I'd had the chance&lt;br /&gt;You know that I would do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3806123959715779989?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3806123959715779989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3806123959715779989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3806123959715779989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-before.html' title='the day before'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7676206337914279628</id><published>2010-03-31T21:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:21:02.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ciri orang yang mencintai km.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Orang yang mencintai kamu tidak pernah mampu memberikan alasan kenapa dia mencintai kamu. Yang dia tahu di hati dan matanya hanya ada kamu satu-satunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Walaupun kamu sudah memiliki teman istimewa atau kekasih, dia tidak perduli! Baginya yang penting kamu bahagia dan kamu tetap menjadi impiannya.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;3. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu menerima kamu apa adanya, di hati dan matanya kamu selalu yang tercantik walaupun mungkin kamu merasa berat badan kamu sudah bertambah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;4. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin tau tentang apa saja yang kamu lalui sepanjang hari ini, dia ingin tau kegiatan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;5. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan mengirimkan SMS seperti ’selamat pagi’, ’have fun’, ’selamat tidur’, ‘take care’, dan lain-lain, walaupun kamu tidak membalas SMS-nya, karena dengan kiriman SMS itu lah dia menyatakan cintanya, menyatakan dengan cara yang berbeda, bukan “aku CINTA padamu”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;6. Jika kamu merayakan tahun baru dan kamu tidak mengundangnya ke pesta yang kamu adakan, setidak-tidaknya dia akan menelefon untuk mengucapkan selamat atau mengirim SMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;7. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan selalu mengingat setiap kejadian yang dia lalui bersama kamu, bahkan mungkin kejadian yang kamu sendiri sudah melupakannya, karena saat-saat itu ialah saat yang berharga untuknya. dan saat itu, matanya pasti berkaca. karena saat bersamamu tidak selalu terulang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;8. Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu mengingat setiap kata-kata yang kamu ucapkan, bahkan mungkin kata-kata yang kamu sendiri lupa pernah mengungkapkannya. karena dia menyematkan kata-kata mu di hatinya, berapa banyak kata-kata penuh harapan yang kau tuturkan padanya, dan akhirnya kau musnahkan? pasti kau lupa, tetapi bukan orang yang mencintai kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;9. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan belajar menggemari lagu-lagu kegemaran kamu, bahkan mungkin meminjam CD milik kamu, karena dia ingin tahu apa kgemaran kamu - kesukaan kamu kesukaannya juga, walaupun susah menggemari kesukaan kamu, tapi akhirnya dia bisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;10. Kalau kali terakhir kalian bertemu, kamu mungkin sedang sakit, dia akan sentiasa mengirim SMS atau menelefon untuk bertanya keadaan kamu - karena dia khawatir tentang kamu, peduli tentang kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;11. Jika kamu mengatakan akan menghadapi ujian, dia akan menanyakan kapan ujian itu berlangsung, dan saat harinya tiba dia akan mengirimkan SMS ‘good luck’ untuk memberi semangat kepada kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;12. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan memberikan suatu barang miliknya yang mungkin buat kamu itu ialah sesuatu yang biasa, tetapi baginya barang itu sangat istimewa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;13. Orang yang mencintai kamu akan terdiam sesaat, ketika sedang bercakap di telefon dengan kamu, sehingga kamu menjadi bingung. Sebenarnya saat itu dia merasa sangat gugup karena kamu telah menggetarkan dunianya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;14.  Orang yang mencintai kamu selalu ingin berada di dekat kamu dan ingin  menghabiskan hari-harinya hanya dengan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;15. Jika suatu saat kamu harus pindah ke daerah lain, dia akan senantiasa memberikan nasihat agar kamu waspada dengan lingkungan yang mungkin membawa pengaruh buruk terhadap kamu. dan jauh dihatinya dia benar-benar takut kehilangan kamu, pernah dengar ‘jauh dimata, dekat dihati?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;16. Orang yang  mencintai kamu bertindak lebih seperti saudara daripada seperti seorang  kekasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;17. Orang yang mencintai kamu sering melakukan hal-hal yang bikin BETE, seperti menelefon kamu 100 kali sehari. Atau mengejutkan kamu di tengah malam dengan mengirim SMS. Sebenarnya ketika itu dia sedang memikirkan kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;18. Orang yang mencintai kamu kadang-kadang merindukan kamu dan melakukan hal-hal yang membuat kamu pening. Namun ketika kamu mengatakan tindakannya itu membuat kamu terganggu dia akan minta maaf dan tak akan melakukannya lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;19. Jika kamu memintanya untuk mengajarimu sesuatu maka ia akan mengajarimu dgn sabar walaupun kamu mungkin orang yang terbodoh di dunia!. bahkan dia begitu gembira karena dapat membantu kamu. dia tidak pernah mengelak dari memenuhi permintaan kamu walau sesulit apapun permintaan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;20. Kalau kamu melihat handphone-nya maka nama kamu akan menghiasi sebagian besar INBOX-nya. Dia masih menyimpan SMS-SMS dari kamu walaupun ia kamu kirim berbulan-bulan atau bertahun-tahun yang lalu. Dia juga menyimpan surat-surat kamu di tempat khas dan segala pemberian kamu menjadi benda-benda yang berharga buatnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;21. Dan jika kamu coba menjauhkan diri darinya atau memberi reaksi menolaknya, dia akan menyadarinya dan menghilang dari kehidupan kamu, walaupun hal itu membunuh hatinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;22. Jika suatu saat kamu merindukannya dan ingin memberinya kesempatan dia akan ada menunggu kamu karena sebenarnya dia tak pernah mencari orang lain. Dia sentiasa menunggu kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;23. Orang yang begitu mencintaimu, tidak pernah memaksa kamu memberinya sebab dan alasan, walaupun hatinya meronta ingin mengetahui, karena dia tidak mau kamu terbebani karenanya. saat kau pinta dia pergi, dia pergi tanpa menyalahkan kamu, karena dia benar-benar mengerti apa itu cinta.&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/1045064791784950996-7676206337914279628?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7676206337914279628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/ciri-orang-yang-mencintai-km.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7676206337914279628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7676206337914279628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/ciri-orang-yang-mencintai-km.html' title='ciri orang yang mencintai km.'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6952270402337823177</id><published>2010-03-30T16:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:32:05.450+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baca dan kamu akan mengerti :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;bila anda merasa dunia ini tidak adil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;buatlah dunia ini menjadi adil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mulailah dari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diri anda&lt;/span&gt;,untuk membuat dunia ini menjadi adil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; kadang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kesendirian itu baik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; namun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tidak sebaik kebersamaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; saat anda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menginginkan waktu kembali berputar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; berarti anda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;tidak mensyukuri waktu yang anda miliki sekarang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nikmatilah waktu anda saat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; karena &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;waktu tidak akan berbaik hati untuk memutar kembali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ataupun &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mempercepat waktu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jangan pernah berharap orang lain berubah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sebelum anda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merubah diri anda sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saat anda ingin diperlakukan baik oleh orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;perlakukanlah orang lain terlebih dahulu,seperti yang anda inginkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kadang keadaan sangat memojokan anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tapi bersyukurlah,karena &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;keadaan tidak membunuh anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kenanglah masa lalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;jalanilah saat ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bermimpilah untuk masa depan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;saat anda merasakan kesendirian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ingatlah,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;banyak orang yang sangat sayang pada anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;saat anda merasa bahaga,nikmatilah kebahagiaan itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;saat anda merasa sediih , ingatlah kembali kebahagiaan yang pernah anda rasakan.&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/1045064791784950996-6952270402337823177?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6952270402337823177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/baca-dan-kamu-akan-mengerti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6952270402337823177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6952270402337823177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/baca-dan-kamu-akan-mengerti.html' title='baca dan kamu akan mengerti :)'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6024318172788109247</id><published>2010-03-30T14:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:07:43.324+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lama gak nyentuh ni blog *kayak bisa disentuh ajee* wakakakakaka~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;banyak gue alamin beberapa hari terakhir ampe gue gak sempet blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. GAK TIDUR 4 HARI FULL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg mata guee ! dah kayak panda beneran aja nii. muka pucet. poni panjang nusuk mata. mata sayu banget. kantung mata gak BERES gede kayak gajah ! -.- lalalalala~ kalo lo mau tanya ngapain ampe gak tidur ? TENANG, gue bukan buat tugas atau buat project apalagi coding. tapi gue maen game online ampe bener2 kecanduan ! kayak heroin buat gue. *buat ngelupain semua masalah2 gue absolutely * saking berhasilna ampe gini gue. tobat vi tobat. UTS bentar lagii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. gue daftar jadi IS member research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pengen aslab tapi gak kesampean PASTI ! *bukan pesimis atau apa, cuma emang begitu adanya*. :D kalo lo baca no 1, pasti bilang gue gak waras. wakakakaka~! bis gak tidur, gak belajar, nyari mati pake gituan. tapi mau gimana. gue berniat, gue pengen dan gue punya minat disana :D horeee~ *loh* wakakakakakaka~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. SUMPAH ! males banget buka FB !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kenapa ? kalo pake comp, gue batal stuck fb disana mulu ampe 24 jem juga kuat. walo akhirnya bosen cuma browse foto2 orang. tapi enakan pake FB msg-ing 3 sih :D 5ribu per bulan. gue wall orang ampe bego. saking bego dan suka error, tuh wall pernah nyasar di status orang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;status orang : rasanya pengen nangis :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wall ke orang yang nyasar ke tuh status : SOMBONG ! PAMER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gilee. untung gue gak dicincang ma tuh orang. wakakakakaka~ bisa gitu o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sumpah dodol abis itu namanya. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. TUGAS GUE NUMPUK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;omg. maen mulu gue kerjaan na. ampe ngelupain tanggung jawab. ampun deh vi. sekarang lo bener2 males. bener2 gak niat kuliah gara2 dah diiming imingi pengen pindah !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. RUMAH SAKIT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gue bener2 benci tempat yang berbau karbol nyengat banget. dengan semua serba putih. dengan makanan tanpa rasa dan sayuran keras gak enak ! gue dirawat disana selama berapa lama yah ? 4 hari total. walo gak berentet 4 hari sih. puji Tuhan deh. terus jaga papa 5 hari disana. dan makanan yang dimakan kayak gitu juga. serasa mau mati gue makan gitu2an :( dan 3 minggu lagi OPERASI ! oh guys, gue butuh banget dorongan sama support dari lo semua. tapi mau gimana lagi sih yah. mereka gak pernah ada waktu gue pengen cerita. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. GUE NGERASA ORANG BEGO !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lalalala. gue gak tau apa tapi gue tiba2 labil, gue bilang sahabat itu gak ada. jujur, gak tau napa, gue bisa gitu. tapi itu gue rasa gak bener. gue punya 1 SAHABAT, AYAH, KOKO, TEMEN, OPA, yang sayang ma gue. dia gak kelihatan. tapi tangan na selalu nopang gue dari belakang. dia selalu angkat gue waktu gue jatuh. dia selalu buat gue terlelap tidur waktu gue nangis dan gak ada 1 pun yang mesti gue lakuin. dia selalu ada buat dengerin masalah gue 24/7 tanpa capek dan ngeluh. dia bener2 pendengar yang baik :) dia bisa berubah wujud jadi sesosok teddy bear waktu gue bener2 pengen orang. *khayalan sih, emang boneka beneran. tapi walo boneka, gue ngerasa nyaman peluk2 gitu2an* hahahaha. u know sapa lah sesosok itu :) dia juga sahabat kalian semua kog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. gue lupa nulis apa. wakakakakakakka~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tapi bener2 pengalaman yang gue lakuin sekarang, gue bener2 nikmatin. gue bener2 suka sama apa yang gue alamin. dibalik semua yang gue alamin. walo gue selalu ngeluh, tapi disatu sisi, gue bersyukur banget. hidup gue jauh lebih beruntung dari beberapa orang diluar sana. gue lagi coba, buat gak ngeluh. buat syukurin apa yang gue terima termasuk penyakit dll. :) kenapa? dengan lo ngeluh lo gak dapet apa2. yang lo dapetin cuma penyesalan gak ada henti :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mendingan lo bangkit, lo move on. enjoy your life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dan 1 lagi, gue mau coba buat jadi sesosok orang yang bener2 ada waktu temen2 gue butuh. gue bener2 lagi coba buat itu. tapi buat jadi itu, gue mesti jadi dewasa, biar mereka lihat gue berubah mereka juga terinspirasi buat jadi kayak gue :) *beneran ini* wakakkakakaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 hal for sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ENJOY YOUR LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6024318172788109247?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6024318172788109247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6024318172788109247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6024318172788109247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD :)'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6782814566355928990</id><published>2010-03-22T22:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:26:18.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when someone loves you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; memberikan alasan mengapa ia mencintaimu. Dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hanya tau, di mata dia, kamulah satu satunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, sebenarnya selalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; membuatmu marah / gila / jengkel / stres. Tp ia tdk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; pernah tau hal bodoh apa yg sudah ia lakukan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; karna semua yg ia lakukan adalah utk kebaikanmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, jarang memujimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tetapi di dlm hatinya kamu adalah yg terbaik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; hanya ia yg tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, akan marah-marah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; atau mengeluh jika kamu tdk membalas pesannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; atau telp nya, karna ia peduli dan ia tdk ingin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sesuatu terjadi ke kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, hanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; menjatuhkan air matanya di hadapanmu. Ketika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; kamu mencoba utk menghapus air matanya, kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; telah menyentuh hatinya, dimana hatinya selalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; berdegup / berdenyut / bergetar utk kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, akan mengingat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; setiap kata yg kamu ucapkan, bahkan yg tdk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sengaja dan ia akan selalu menggunakan kata2 itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tepat waktunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, tdk akan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; memberikan janji apapun dgn mudah, karna ia tdk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mau mengingkari janjinya. Ia ingin kamu utk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mempercayainya dan ia ingin memberikan hidup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; yg paling bahagia dan aman selama lamanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, mungkin tdk bisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mengingat kejadian / kesempatan istimewa, seperti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; perayaan hari ulang tahunmu, tp ia tau bhw setiap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; detik yg ia lalui, ia mencintai kamu, tdk peduli hari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; apakah hari ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, tdk mau berkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Aku mencintaimu" dgn mudah, karna lanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; yg ia lakukan utk kamu adalah utk menunjukkan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bhw ia siap mencintaimu, tetapi hanya ia yg akan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; mengatakan kata I Love You pada situasi yg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; spesial, karna ia tdk mau kamu salah mengerti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dia mau kamu mengetahui bhw ia mencintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; dirimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg bner2 mencintai kamu, akan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; merasa bhw sesuatu harus dikatakan sekali saja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; krn ia berpikir bhw kamu telah mengerti dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jika berkata terlalu banyak, ia akan merasa bhw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tdk ada yg akan membuatnya bahagia / tersenyum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, akan pergi ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; airport utk menjemput kamu, dia tdk akan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; membawa seikat mawar dan memanggilmu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sayang seperti yg kamu harapkan. Tetapi, ia akan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; membawakan kopermu dan menanyakan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Mengapa kamu menjadi lebih kurus dalam waktu 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; minggu? Dengan hatinya yg tulus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintai kamu, tdk tahu apakah ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; harus menelponmu ketika kamu marah, tetapi ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; akan mengirimkan pesan setelah bbrp jam. Jika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; kamu menanyakan: mengapa ia telat menelepon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ia akan berkata: Ketika kamu marah penjelasan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; dari dirinya semua hanyalah sampah. Tetapi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ketika kamu sudah tenang, penjelasannya baru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; akan benar2 bekerja /manjur / berguna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seseorang yg mencintaimu, akan selalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; menyimpan semua benda yg telah kamu berikan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; bahkan kertas kecil bertuliskan ' I LOVE U ' ada di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; dalam dompetnya dan Seseorang yg mencintaimu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; jarang mengatakan kata2 manis. Tp kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; tau, 'kecupannya' sudah menyalurkan semua rasa cinta yang ada dalam hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga gue bisa nemuin seseorang yang bisa sayang sama gue seperti itu. amin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6782814566355928990?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6782814566355928990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-someone-loves-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6782814566355928990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6782814566355928990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-someone-loves-you.html' title='when someone loves you.'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-1431389679410954938</id><published>2010-03-22T22:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:26:48.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are some of the anonymous love quotes and sayings from anonymous people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; God gave us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; two ears to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;two eyes to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; two hands to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. But why did God give us only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;one heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;? Because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;he wants us to find the other one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Is the word "love" important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I don't know but for me, you are more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Because how can I say "I love you" if you're not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; One time I asked you, "why do you love him so much?" you told me, "because we've been together for so long", I got annoyed because you're numb, you didn't even think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the time you were together, it took me longer to have waited for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o matter how many times I get hurt because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I won't leave you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Because even if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have a hundred reasons to leave you, I'll look for that one reason to fight for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; An angel asked me "why are you sad?", thinking of you I answered "because I miss her", then I heard the angel giggle...I looked up and began to smile and said "oh, it's you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They said that if you are unable to sleep, it's because there's someone thinking about you...surely that person misses you. That's why if you can't sleep, sorry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; St. Peter scold me saying "son, where have you been?" And he saw me with you and asked "why are you with that person?" and I said to him "sorry St. Peter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I though it was heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Back then I thought I was the unluckiest person in the world, then I looked at you and smiled. Why? Because no matter how unlucky I was, it was worth it because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They said love is like a toy. When it's new, it's so loved and don't want to lend it to others, doesn't want anybody touching it and don't want to let go of it. Yes, it's being taken care of, but the down side is, it's being played so many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When the time comes for you to leave me, just say so! I can let you go. But let me embrace you while saying, " You'll go back to me, okay! When he leaves you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In love, the past is not important, but the present. Experience is more relevant than the pain you went through. The only thing that will make it stronger is forgiveness and not the retorting of sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; God is so good. He knows where a person will be happy, where they can love and be loved, where heaven on earth is. Now I know why he put me near you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Any guy can love a thousand girls...but only a rare guy can love one girl in a thousand ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In every girls life there will always be those three guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the one she loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the one she hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the one she cant get enough of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and in the end... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;they're all the same guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Find that guy that will pick up every piece of your shattered heart &amp;amp; put it back together; Replacing it with a piece of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I love you not because I need you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I need you because I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you asked me how many times you have crossed my mind, I would say once, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;because you never really left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They say love hides in every corner, then I must be walking in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Others will say, loving someone is tiring: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sometimes happy, sometimes you'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They said I'd have enough someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I said to them, that is not true, you know why? "when does ever a person had enough if his love is true.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I wish I had never known you. I was happy before even when you were not there yet. Unlike now, you make me suffer, I know that you didn't mean to have known me. Me too, I wasn't planning on loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No matter what words were used or what meaning about love was delivered, love quotes were said and written out of inspiration and to emphasize each person’s purpose for living…and that is to give love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-1431389679410954938?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1431389679410954938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-are-some-of-anonymous-love-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;KEEP SMILING VII ! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;HARD HARD HARD. gak bisa boongin diri gue, kalo gue itu CENGENG ! cant stop my tears. always with me God :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7945925432390143543?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7945925432390143543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/keep-smiling-vii-hard-hard-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7945925432390143543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I never knew that I will fall for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enjoying every single minute I spend with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You're always showering me with bunch of smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Although sometimes I shed tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I know it's only about time to forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;If today is going to rain, I would have stayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And keep my heart locked to yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But time tells faster than I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is not raining at all, and I gotta leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Letting someone you love, loves someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Isn't as hard as what others might think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But the pain you have in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is something that couldn't be explained with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Capturing happiness being with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Laughing and just simply being myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Several reasons I am completely falling for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With your smile curves on your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But you are just way too far away to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With someone else is in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And let yourself hurt again one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What I'm supposed to do? You won't listen to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Giving your whole heart to someone who doesn't even think that you're exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When I know you care about me, I'm pleased&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or even just asking some simple questions about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Doesn't even care how much you love someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just care how you're being nice to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And telling me with some of your stupid jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One thing I hate about you is the way you keep insulting yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Or the way you keep complaining about the weakness of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Cause to me, you are simply adorable and nice creature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;With that smooth smile &amp;amp; voice, you're just too perfect to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;One more thing, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love everything you hate about yourself &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-2908957125285341535?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2908957125285341535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-everything-you-hate-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2908957125285341535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2908957125285341535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-everything-you-hate-about.html' title='I love everything you hate about yourself'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2708251074720445771</id><published>2010-03-18T00:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T00:43:23.734+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;as long as you can smile i'll be fine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1045064791784950996-2708251074720445771?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2708251074720445771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-long-as-you-can-smile-ill-be-fine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2708251074720445771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2708251074720445771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-long-as-you-can-smile-ill-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6980708749079540978</id><published>2010-03-15T18:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:46:45.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks devii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sauatu hari, seseorang yg sedang putus cinta menangis di taman, saat itu datang seorg ahli filsafat bertanya padanya, "knp km menangis??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; org itu menjaawb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "aku sangat sedih, knp dia meninggalkan ku??!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; lalu ahli filsafat itu tertawa sambil berkata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "km bodoh sekali...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; lalu org itu menjawab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "km ini bagaimana?? Aku sedang putus cinta sedih cukup menyedihkn, tak apalah, klo km tak membujuk ku. tapi, km msh jg menertawai ku".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "BODOH , km tak perlu sedih,karna yg seharusnya sedih adalah dia" kata org filsafat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "kenapa dia yang bersedih, kan dia yg memutuskan ku??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; kata orang itu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; "karena km hanya kehilangan org yg tak mencintaimu, tetapi dia Kehilangan oranag nyg begitu mencintainya." Jwb ahli filsafat itu. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ni notes copas dari devii. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks deviii. bagus :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tadi pengen nangis, tapi bisa sedikit senyum :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yang berubah cuma status aja, agak turun. tapi kita kan masi sama2 jadi temen sepermainan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6980708749079540978?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6980708749079540978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-devii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6980708749079540978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6980708749079540978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/thanks-devii.html' title='thanks devii'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8511098167047562104</id><published>2010-03-12T20:54:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:05:06.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday evii</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gak tau napa, gue ngerasa feel free post disini. gue bisa cerita apa aja :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dan buat post gue kemaren, gue kemakan kata gue sendiri. senyum susah waktu begini ! :( nangis paling gampang. padahal dulu gue gak cengeng. GILAAA !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;btw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPT BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 years old :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ko david suruh cerita ada apa yang asik di hari ini ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue rasa gak ada :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cuma dapet ucapan selamat dan wall bejibun. just it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hmm. tapi ada sih dikit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;waktu pulang, diatas meja makanan kesukaan semua :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pengen nangis, tapi ketahan. seneng punya keluarga yang masi inget gue ultah :) SENENG !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;huffh. kangen sama calviin &lt;b&gt;BANGET&lt;/b&gt; @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*vin, sorry. kemaren lupa beli kue. lupa rayain malem2. bukan lupa. tapi baru keluar dari rumah sakit :( gak sempet. maaf yah.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tahun ini beda banget. calvin gak ada. kue gak ada. teddy bear gak akan pernah lengkap lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;oiiya. thanks buat &lt;b&gt;KEVIN MICHAEL&lt;/b&gt;. buat teddy bear na :) jangan pernah bilang itu dari calvin lagi. jangan bilang itu buat lengkapin teddy bear dari dia. lo gak tau kan kayak apa. pasti dia baca status gue, yang pengen teddy bear gede. tapi teddy bear yang gue maksud bukan itu. lo gak ngerti lah vin. walo cuma dapet itu tapi gue seneng. bukan barang yang gue harapin. masi banyak yang berguna dari materii :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GATEELL !!&lt;/b&gt; gila. badan gue merah semua. muka gue panas. 1 badan sekarang merah2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tangan bekas infus. gilaaa ! pengen marah2. tapi cuma bisa bejek2 bantal doank. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;hmmm. moga permintaan gue di hari ini di kabulin. amin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gak minta yang susah kan Tuhan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cuma pengen semua yang disekitar aku bahagia. just it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tahun lalu dah egois, minta buat diri sendiri ajha. tapi ternyata masih banyak yang mesti diperhatiin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeyy! walo &lt;b&gt;JARANG&lt;/b&gt; ke gereja, tapi ngerasa deket banget sama Tuhan :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mungkin ni salah satu tamparan Tuhan. biar makin deket sama dia. well kalo gitu :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mesti rajin ke gereja. aktif lagi di gereja. cross my heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-8511098167047562104?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8511098167047562104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-evii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8511098167047562104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8511098167047562104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-evii.html' title='happy birthday evii'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3439908163783768326</id><published>2010-03-11T18:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:40:32.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yeaah !! I got it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mungkin selama ini gue nangis2 gak jelas. tapi setelah coba maksain diri untuk senyum, I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;masalah gue berat. pikiran gue banyak. hampir sakit batin dan mental *baca buku CB* hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tapi cuma dengan &lt;b&gt;SENYUM&lt;/b&gt;. gue ngerasa jadi enteng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tapi, jangan lupa. &lt;b&gt;DOA&lt;/b&gt; ! minta sama Tuhan. bukan minta biar Tuhan kasi kegampangan dalam hidup lo, tapi minta &lt;b&gt;KEKUATAN&lt;/b&gt; sama dia, buat ngelaluin hidup lo yang berat ini :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;trust me, its work ! :)&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/1045064791784950996-3439908163783768326?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3439908163783768326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3439908163783768326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3439908163783768326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3132314397430526497</id><published>2010-03-09T16:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:07:09.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>easy to say hello. hard to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 17px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;broke up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;hubungan gw gagal (lagi). i dont regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;tapi jujur, gue banyak dapet pelajaran dari sana. gue banyak belajar buat lebih menghargai seseorang, seseorang yang pernah hadir di hidup gue. mungkin selama dia hadir di hidup gue, selama kurang lebih 5 bulan, gue BAHAGIA :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;ada seseorang yang bener2 ngerti gue. ada seseorang yang bener2 sayang sama gue. dan gue rasa, Tuhan berkehendak lain buat hubungan kita :) (smile, hard but I can )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;gue juga belajar ttg menghargai waktu yang dikasih sama Tuhan. karena selama hampir 2 bulan putus (from now) gue ngerasa waktu dulu berharga banget, gue pengen ulang lagi. tapi gak ada kesempatan, waktu gak bisa diputar lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;banyak banget pelajaran yang bisa gue petik dari smua masalah ini. gue yakin for sure, ini cm tahap pendewasaan diri. Hal kaya ini emang harus gue lewatin, walopun BERAT bgt, honestly, its been a hardest time of my life.  maybe its sounds lebay, whatever.  gue bukan tipe yang easy come easy go, jadi kehilangan sesuatu buat gue, gue ngerasa sangat berat :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;for sure ,  i dont hate him. really. walo gue pernah ngom kayak gitu sama dia. :( and orang yang paling mengerti gue,&lt;b&gt; DIA !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;tapi mau gimana lagi, gue harus belajar untuk merelakan dia pergi. hmm. dari kemaren, sampai sekarang gue gak sentuh hp gue, baru aja gue sentuh hp gue. hp gue taroh lemari, gak ada pulsa dan many more. kenapa? gue HARUS belajar nerima kenyataaan. selama ini yang gue expected gak berjalan sesuai keinginan gue. tapi nanti, kalo gue udah bisa terima keadaan, atau whatever lah, gue pasti cari dia lagi. sebagai teman, sahabat dan koko. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;gue harus kuat,  gue ga boleh terpuruk, gue gak boleh cengeng lagi, mesti ke evii yang dulu, kembali ke sifat sanguin gue :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;im sure dy is better without me, dy harus konsen ke studi, i know hal kaya gini susah bgt buat gue. berat buat gue. huhu :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;mungkin sekarang gue gak bisa jadi yang terbaik buat dia, gue masi childish, egois, mau menang sendiri, gak pernah mikirin perasaaan orang, ngom seenak jidat, and many more. tapi gue dapet pelajaran berharga dari semua itu . sekarang, gue &lt;b&gt;HARUS RUBAH&lt;/b&gt; semua itu. &lt;b&gt;HARUS&lt;/b&gt;. gak mau ngorbanin orang lagii, gak mau sakitin perasaan orang lagi :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;im sure love will find a way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;xoxo :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3132314397430526497?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3132314397430526497/comments/default' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-7660106100554260439</id><published>2010-03-08T22:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:17:22.171+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;You can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;br /&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;br /&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-7660106100554260439?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/7660106100554260439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/blm-kelar-ngantuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/7660106100554260439'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8903070065680176666</id><published>2010-03-01T12:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:44:55.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>miss you DAMN MUCH !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal;  color: rgb(64, 64, 64); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When you loose someone close to you&lt;br /&gt;You cant explain the way you feel,&lt;br /&gt;The way you could just all hang out and never get bored&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you could all be friends and never fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never got to say your last goodbye to your good mate&lt;br /&gt;But always remember he is above us all&lt;br /&gt;Telling us not to grieve and to get on with life&lt;br /&gt;And live life like he would have&lt;br /&gt;With passion and pride&lt;br /&gt;And live it up for your mate because he cant anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would always back each other up&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go you look lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now I see how much loosing someone means&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry I know I cant take your pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you loose someone remember&lt;br /&gt;All the good times&lt;br /&gt;And not the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;Because that is what matters the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make mistakes in life&lt;br /&gt;But look-so does everyone else&lt;br /&gt;So dont look at all the mistakes you made&lt;br /&gt;Look at the ones you made together and how much fun you had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-8903070065680176666?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8903070065680176666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/calvin-miss-you-damn-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8903070065680176666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8903070065680176666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/03/calvin-miss-you-damn-much.html' title='miss you DAMN MUCH !'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8964410344209194169</id><published>2010-03-01T11:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T11:42:24.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>best in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;From the moment I met you I just knew you'd be mine&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that this was gonna be our time&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever wanna lose this feeling&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna spend a moment apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm by your side, and that's why I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day that I'm here with you&lt;br /&gt;I know that it feels right&lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to be near you every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;And you know that we belong together&lt;br /&gt;It just had to be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm by your side, and that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that we belong together, It just had to be you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm by your side, and that's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you bring out the best in me, like no-one else can do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm by your side, and that's why I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-8964410344209194169?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8964410344209194169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-1943939955638146598</id><published>2010-02-27T23:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:31:38.452+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(64, 64, 64); font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How about you just leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my I feel so damn cold,&lt;br /&gt;All I do is snap and break and fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to beg and I'm going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask you for the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't want me, that is clear to see,&lt;br /&gt;Why is this the way it has to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I miss talking to you,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care this much for you?&lt;br /&gt;My heart it thumps and drums and aches,&lt;br /&gt;Everything inside me breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all so pathetic, abnormal, unfair,&lt;br /&gt;How do you manage to not even care?&lt;br /&gt;How do I manage to feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Wake up in the morning, why's it not just okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pretend and I'm going to hide,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to find someone to confide.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk to anyone but you&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you don't want to talk to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I just want it to all be fine,&lt;br /&gt;To wake up and appreciate the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds, the rain they pelt like demons,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stand your fleeting reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-1943939955638146598?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/1943939955638146598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/1943939955638146598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/1943939955638146598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_27.html' title=':('/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4724396674389075001</id><published>2010-02-26T23:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T23:27:55.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mungkin buat gue sendiri, gue agak canggung nulis di blog. hampir gak pernah gue cerita masalah gue disini. gue gakt au mau nulis dimana :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;akhir2 ini gue merasa kehilangan banyak, gue ditinggal sama koko gue sendiri buat selamanya di saat gue bener bener down dan butuh dia banget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue bener2 kacau, gue bener2 terguncang banget. dan disaat gue bener2 jadi anak cengeng, gue mesti jalanin itu sendiri, gak ada yang nemenin lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;masalah hati gue yang udah sebulan lebih ini, gue rasa makin kacau ditambah keadaan gue sekarang :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue bener - bener bingung. gue gak siap nerima semuanya. semua yang bakal terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;karena feeling gue sendiri bilang semua bakal lenyap. intinya, satu orang lagi akan ninggalin gue lagi. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;di satu sisi, ada masalah dengan keluar, dan apa mereka juga akan ninggalin gue lagi ? kalau iya, bener2 sendirian lah gue disini :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gak ada yang nemenin gue berceloteh dan lain lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;jujur, sendirian tanpa ada seorang pun yang peduli sama gue, itu ketakutan gue terbesar. gue takut berada dalam posisi itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dan mungkin sekarang hidup gue udah gelap dan akan bertambah gelap sebentar lagi. gue bener2 butuh seseorang yang bisa jadi cahaya buat gue. kasi gue setitik terang yang ngasih gue tanda kalau gue masi ada harapan. harapan itu blm sirna semua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;jujur, gue sekarang jadi orang yang bener2 pesimis. gue mandang sesuatu jadi gak mungkin. dan semua mimpi gue lenyap gitu aja dalam waktu yang singkat. hidup gue berevolusi dengan cepat. semua berubah begitu cepat. dan gue masi tertegun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue mau melangkah maju tapi gue ak sanggup. gue masi gak rela buat beranjak dari waktu itu, gue masi berharap sama sesuatu yang udah lenyap dan gue sendiri tau itu gak bakal keulang lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue pengen beranjak, tapi gue takut untuk moving, kaki gue lemah, gue cuma bisa duduk diam di titik itu dan nangis. gue ngerasa kayak anak kecil banget. kayak anak kecil yang kehilangan permen :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;semua yang terjadi masi kayak mimpi. dan kalu bisa, gue gak mau bangun dari mimpi itu, gue masi mau bermimpi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tapi Tuhan masi baik sama gue, dia masi ngasih gue seseorang yang nemenin gue, dia bukan koko gue yang udah pergi ninggalin gue. tapi dia mau berperan menjadi seorang koko yang baik sama gue. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue cukup senang dengan itu. tapi kenapa gue masi berharap lebih :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue berharap semua masi bisa bejalan kayak dulu, gue masi berharap kalau gue masi bisa ngulang semua. please God, buang semua ketamakan gue. gue udah nyaman di posisi ini. dan akan lebih nyaman dan bahagia kalau bisa di posisi yang gue inginkan. dulu gue pernah jatuh, dan gue gak mau jatuh terpuruk lebih jauh lagi. gue gak mau ngerasain gimana hancur nya gue waktu ngerasain hal yang lama gak gue rasain itu. terlalu sakit dan gue terlalu rapuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue udah coba hilangin semua yang pernah ada, tapi semua gak ada hasilnya. gue makin menggilai dia dan semua yang berusaha gue hapus, malah makin membekas jelas, bukannya memudar :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue bingung. gue mesti gimana, gue gak pernah ngerasain sesayang ini sama seseorang. dan gue juga gak pernah ngerasain disayang seseorang dengan tulus gini. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;yang gue tau, hampir semua orang akan melakukan hal yang berbeda dengan dia lakuin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mungkin orang yang blm kenal gue akan merasa baik2 aja sebelum ketemu gue, tapi akan berubah drastis setelah lihat gue. yah, mereka semua emang gak buta. mungkin gue seserem monster !! atau lebih parah sehingga mereka akan berusah ngejauhin gue setelah bertemu dengan gue dan hal itu pernah gue rasain dengan beberapa orang termasuk seorang pacar yang langsung mutusin gue setelah melihat gue. ahahhaha XD sekuat itukah kekuatan fisik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;dia berbeda dengan semua, dia gak memperlakukan gue dengan begitu, kita malah makin deket. tapi karna kesalahan bodoh gue dan gue yang gak bisa nepain janji, semua berakhir !! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;jujur, gue udah capek. gue udah capek dibilang bodoh sama orang2 karna perbuatan gue. gue emang bidih, gue emang bego !ada lagi yang mau mencaci gue ?! silahkan. gue udah bener2 mati rasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue gak tau lagi mesti gimana. mesti berbuat apa. gue gak bisa lihat apa2. pandangan gue gelap, ada cahaya tapi gak bisa jadi guide gue, karena cahaya yang selama ini nenangin gue sebentar lagi akan hilang, dia makin lama makin redup. gue cuma ngelakuin hal yang menurut hati gue bener sekarang. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;gue bener2 bingung !&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/1045064791784950996-4724396674389075001?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4724396674389075001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4724396674389075001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4724396674389075001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6144630624088305154</id><published>2010-02-23T23:07:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:32:28.475+07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 hal yang gak dimengerti cwo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.Cewek selalu bertanya kepada cowok: kamu lagi dimana? Lagi ngapain? sama siapa ? &lt;img src="http://www.kaskus.us/images/smilies/sumbangan/8.gif" border="0" alt="" title="Hammer" class="inlineimg" style="vertical-align: middle; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka cewek bukan prosesif kepada cowoknya.. melainkan sangat merindukan cowoknya, hanya ingin ngobrol dengan cowok, cowok tidak sms, takut cowok lagi sibuk, tapi cewek tidak tahan untuk merindukan cowoknya, Jadi apabila cowok ada waktu luang hubungi ceweknya, biar cewek tenang, biar cewek tahu jika dihati cowok masi ada dia. Jika cewek yang selalu duluan hubungi cowoknya, cewek akan merasa dia seperti cewek murahan yang tidak dihargai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cewek mengatakan : saya sedang bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Jgn pernah menyalahkan cewek sebab cewek sedang mencari perhatian yg lebih, lebih lagi jgn ngerasa jika cewek sedang merepotkanmu. cewek bukanlah bener² bad mood, cewek hanya sedang merindukanmu, hanya ingin kamu disisinya merayunya, walau cowok hanya mengatakan : “sudahlah, jgn gitu ya ?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cewek mengatakan: jgn sampai kena flu/ hati² dijalan.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah ngerasa kalau cewek itu bawel, karena cewek tahu cowok tidak bego, cewek tahu cowok itu cerdik, cewek hanya ingin cowok tahu jika di hatinya ada kamu, cewek juga selalu merasa ingin menjagamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cewek selalu mengatakan jika dia tambah gemuk atau tidak cantik.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan ngerasa jika cewek sedang cemburu akan kecantikan org lain dll. cewek hanya takut di mata cowok, dia belum cukup perfect, cewek sudah berusaha berubah demi cowoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cewek selalu bilang jika dia ingin membantumu(cowok), jadi jika ada masalah apa ngomong ke cewek juga.&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya cewek tahu dia tidak dapat membantu apa², cewek hanya ingin cowok tahu jika kamu(cowok) masi ada dia(cewek), cewek akan selalu disisi dan selalu mendukung cowoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cewek melihat cowok terlalu dekat dengan cewek lain akan sedikit marah. Jangan bilang klo cewek suka cemburu, tidak percaya pada cowok, sebenarnya itulah yang melambangkan jika cewek memerhatikan cowoknya dan peduli dengan cowoknya, kadang cewek hanya bisa merayu dirinya sendiri untuk tidak cepat cemburu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dalam masalah apapun juga, cewek selalu mengharapkan pendapat cowoknya.&lt;br /&gt;bukannya cewek tidak teliti, selalu mengharapkanmu, cewek hanya menghargai cowoknya dan menganggap kamu yang pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jika cewek sedang banyak masalah, selalu banyak pikiran yang mengganggunya, sehingga cewek akan sembarang berpikir.&lt;br /&gt;Jangan ngerasa jika cewek terlalu banyak mikir, hanya terkadang cewek ngerasa posisi dia saat ini tidak aman, dan dia mengharapkan cowoknya menenangkan dia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6144630624088305154?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6144630624088305154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-hal-yang-gak-dimengerti-cwo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6144630624088305154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6144630624088305154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/8-hal-yang-gak-dimengerti-cwo.html' title='8 hal yang gak dimengerti cwo'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2394227095751585982</id><published>2010-02-23T23:07:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T23:31:44.522+07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 hal yang gak dimengerti cwe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Cewek tidak akan pernah tahu mengapa cowok harus berani..&lt;br /&gt;karena cowok tahu, walau tampak dari luar mereka berani, sebenarnya cowok paling lemah.walaupun demikian cowok selalu ingin menjaga orang terpentingnya yg ada disisinya ingin dinilai terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cewek tidak akan pernah tahu mengapa cowok tidak suka menangis&lt;br /&gt;cowok bukan tidak punya airmata, tapi cowok tahu, sekali meneteskan airmata, perasaan ini akan berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cewek tidak akan tahu, disaat cowok itu putus dengan cewek, cowok tetap akan melindunginya dari jauh&lt;br /&gt;karena cowok tahu, skrg hanya lah sebatas teman..&lt;br /&gt;hanya ingin mengenang akan kenangan yg pernah ada antara mereka berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cewek tidak akan tahu, disaat cewek dijahili, cowok akan sangat marah demi untuk membela ceweknya&lt;br /&gt;karena cowok tahu, walau dia akan kalah, tapi ia tetap merasa senang karena dapat melindungi org yang disayanginya&lt;br /&gt;cowok lebih memilih dia yang sakit daripada ceweknya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cewek tidak akan tahu disaat cowok putus cinta, cowok akan berusaha untuk memabukkan dirinya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;karena cowok tahu, jika sekarang ini dia tidak mabuk, ia akan melewati hari yg sangat susah, karna ia masih menginginkannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cewek tidak akan tahu, mengapa cowok mesti bersifat tidak pelit&lt;br /&gt;karena, cowok rela jika dia sendiri yang irit, dan tidak akan mau diremehkan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cewek tidak akan tahu mengapa cowok selalu memarahi cewek&lt;br /&gt;karena cowok tahu, memarahi seseorang yg dicintai bukanlah cinta, tapi mending cowok menjadi peran jahat dari pada disuatu saat nanti ceweknya dimarahi dan dibohongin orang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cewek tidak akan pernah tahu mengapa cowok cemburu akan masa lalu dengan mantan cewek&lt;br /&gt;bukan berarti cowok tidak pede akan perasaannya dengan cewek, tetapi cowok takut akan kehilangan ceweknya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cewek tidak akan tahu mengapa cowok tidak ngomongin I LOVE U dengan cewek nya&lt;br /&gt;Bukan cowok tidak mau tetapi mereka ngerti, beribu² kata I Love U tidak akan cukup jika cowok itu tidak mampu mempertahankan cewek itu ke pelaminan&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/1045064791784950996-2394227095751585982?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/2394227095751585982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-hal-yang-gak-dimengerti-cwe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2394227095751585982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/2394227095751585982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-hal-yang-gak-dimengerti-cwe.html' title='9 hal yang gak dimengerti cwe'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6223060628037293756</id><published>2010-02-23T21:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:17:41.250+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wew~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33 Hal Tentang COWO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1. Cowo sesungguhnya nggak ngeliat cewe itu cantik ato nggak, tapi mereka lebih cenderung ngeliat cewe yang rapi dan anggun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 2. Cowo nggak suka sama yang genit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 3. Ketika cowo bilang kalau dia nggak ngerti kamu, scara gamblang itu brarti kamu nggak berpikir seperti yang dia pikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 4. Cowo mungkin aja bergenit-genit ria sepanjang hari, tapi sebelum mereka tidur mereka selalu memikirkan cewe yang benar-benar mereka sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 5. Ketika seorang cowo benar-benar menyayangimu, dia akan melupakan semua karakter jelekmu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 6. Cowo tergila-gila sama yang namanya senyuman cewe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 7. Cowo akan melakukan apapun juga hanya untuk ngedapetin perhatian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; cewe (yang di taksir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 8. Jika kamu menyentuh hati cowo, maka itu cowo akan berkorban apa aja buat kamu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 9. Jika seorang cewe bilang “nggak”, cowo akan mendengarnya sebagai “coba lagi besok”…it’s so true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 10. Kamu harus ungkapin apa yang benar-benar kamu mau sebelum cowo melakukan apa yang kamu mau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 11. Cowo mencintai ibunya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 12. Cowo akan ngorbanin uang lunch mereka hanya untuk berikan kamu beberapa bunga mawar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 13. Cowo sering memikirkan cewe yang menyukai mereka tapi ini bukan brarti cowo menyukai cewe itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 14. Kamu nggak akan mengerti cowo kecuali kamu mendengarkan mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 15. Jika seorang cowo berkata dia mencintaimu untuk seumur hidupnya, maka itulah kenyataannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 16. Berhati-hatilah, cowo bisa membuat gossip menyebar smpai separuh bumi lebih cepat daripada cewe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 17. Layaknya Hawa, cewe adalah kelemahan cowo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 18. Cowo sangat terbuka tentang diri mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 19. Adalah bagus untuk ngetest cowo dulu sebelum kamu mempercayainya, tapi jangan membuatnya menunggu terlalu lama krn dia akan pergi darimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 20. Cowo sebenernya benci baju mereka jadi kotor walau itu oleh sebintik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; noda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 21. Cowo benar-benar mengagumi cewe yang mereka suka meski cewe itu nggak terlalu cantik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 22. Jika seorang cowo curhat ke kamu, dia hanya butuh seseorang untuk mendengar dia curhat, kamu nggak harus ngasih dia saran…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 23. Sebuah sikap yang menunjukkan cowo benar-benar menyukaimu adlah ketika dia membelaimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 24. Cowo benar-benar menjaga semua rahasia-rahasia yang diceritakan oleh cewe yang dia sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 25. Cowo terlalu banyak berpikir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 26. Fantasi cowo benar-benar tak terbatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 27. Tinggi cewe bukan masalah bagi cowo, tapi berat cewe benar-benar jadi masalah bagi cowo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 28. Cowo cenderung untuk serius tentang hubungan dia sama cewenya dan menjadi terlalu posesif. So watch out girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 29. Cowo bisa lebih banyak bicara dibanding cewe terlebih bila topiknya seputar cewe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 30. Kamu bisa benar-benar bilang bahwa seorang cowo itu bermaksud baik bila kamu meliat dia berdoa (untukmu…?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 31. Jika cowo bilang kamu itu cakep, itu brarti dia menyukaimu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 32. Cowo benci sama cewe yang overreact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; 33. Cowo lebih mencintaimu daripada kamu mencintai dia jika mereka udah serius sama hubungan itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6223060628037293756?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6223060628037293756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/wew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6223060628037293756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6223060628037293756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/wew.html' title='wew~'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4843817965424174536</id><published>2010-02-10T18:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:57:00.422+07:00</updated><title type='text'>today more than yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I Do) Can you look at one person for the rest of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I Do) Can you care for someone else more than you do yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I Do) I can answer whoever asks me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I Do) You, you’re my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I knew i was going to waver, even for a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t start anything, If I know that the heart can heal itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you more than I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never met someone so important and precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it hurts, to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to feel this happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must have dealt with a lot of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the days are hard, it gets sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pain that causes the tears to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it will end someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only thing that is endless is our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you more than I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never met someone so important and precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it hurts, to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to feel this happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must have dealt with a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to do this ever again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;breaking-up unless it’s a break-up to meet you once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;whenever and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because it feels like my overwhelming heart will explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because I think the person before my eyes isn’t really you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I run, and embrace the breathing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am the idiot, who let go of his worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love you more than I did yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have never met someone so important and precious to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that it hurts, to meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;to feel this happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must have dealt with a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4843817965424174536?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4843817965424174536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-more-than-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4843817965424174536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4843817965424174536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-more-than-yesterday.html' title='today more than yesterday :)'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-2941043644269324320</id><published>2010-02-03T22:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T22:49:53.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I need :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sebuket mawar merah di hari Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah usapan kecil di kepala saat aku sedih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sebuah boneka teddy bear besar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah cubitan kecil penuh sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah apel wajib setiap malam minggu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah pelukan hangat yang mencairkan hati yang beku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah kata manis yang didapat dari forwardan teman-teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah tawa yang berhasil diukirkan untukku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sekotak coklat manis kesukaanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah tangan yang mengusap wajah penuh air mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah kata-kata I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi sebuah belaian penuh kasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah suara merdu penyanyi favoritku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi nada yang peduli akan retaknya hati yang terluka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sekotak perban dan plester luka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi kehangatan yang melingkupi hati penuh sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sebalok es yang beku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi canda tawa yang meredam amarah dan dendam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sebuah rekayasa permainan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi perasaan yang disampaikan dari hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah sebuah cincin berlian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi kesetiaan yang bukan hanya kata-kata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukanlah aku dan kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi KITA....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-5965881978583736088</id><published>2009-11-02T21:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:31:11.087+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dandelion's promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dandelion next to the fence in primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a scenery that had flavor in my memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taking an afternoon nap, cicada noise comes from the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After how many years, it still sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fold up the dreams into a paper airplane and send it as a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because we can't wait for that meteor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throwing the coin that decides fate seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet I don't know where I can go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A promise made when growing up together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe it since we made a pinky swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We said we would go on holiday together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is nowadays your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only wilful persistence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the corridor we stand as punishment and have our hands slapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet we pay attention to the dragonfly by the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wherever I go you will follow very closely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lots of dreams are waiting to done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A promise made when growing up together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so sincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one time I can't stop chatting to you about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I already can't tell the difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whether you are friendship or love I missed out on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-5965881978583736088?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/5965881978583736088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dandelions-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5965881978583736088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/5965881978583736088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dandelions-promise.html' title='dandelion&apos;s promise'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6343799724692413737</id><published>2009-11-01T23:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:36:54.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>last word</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed    so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third    time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all    the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing    there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was    raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain,    wearing not enough to keep her warm. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked up to her and said, "You shouldn't come see me anymore,"      and stuff like how we shouldn't be together.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said, "I miss you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She      said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place      to eat.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she      would take the train back home. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas      and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed      by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for      so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when      she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this.      With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay      for the night.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other      train station."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then      there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together,      watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I      didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four.      Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two      years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she      went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that      year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never      for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I      was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a      wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she      was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she      almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms,      but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did      nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please,      I promise I'll go home right after this."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face      and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted      to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something.      I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen      half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was      here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan      would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She      was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears      on her face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart,      the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I      didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want      to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up      the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes,      but I'll change, can't we start over?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just      kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so      it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal      life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer      again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was      hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First      I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point      that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray.      The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth      that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life,      but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go      through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan,      the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about      the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So      I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it      broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings.      I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she      would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would      soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was      what I had in mind.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing      there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take      care of yourself, take good care of yourself."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella      and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life      forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door      for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from      her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first      love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started,      driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in      my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because      I knew, this would be the last time I see her.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted      to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears      kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not      because of the rain. I was cold inside.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I          know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain.          I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using          my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing          down these last words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6343799724692413737?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6343799724692413737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6343799724692413737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6343799724692413737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/last-word.html' title='last word'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3320906746451236212</id><published>2009-11-01T23:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:35:54.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My cellphone's beeping sound woke me up one night. Used to receiving important      messages only, I grabbed my cell and sleepily pushed the keys and read the      message.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi there! Care 2 b my txtmate?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not knowing who the sender was, I deleted the message right away and placed      the phone on my bedside table, I tried to go back to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had just closed my eyes when I heard the message tone again.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi there, again! Care 2 b my txtmate?" again, the message said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Who the hell could this be asking for txtmate at the wee hours of the      night?" I asked myself.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Again, without bothering to reply I deleted the message.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was never a 'textmaniac' - someone who enjoys texting anyone and everyone      even at the wee hours of night, not to mention during the day. My parents,      who were always out of the country forced me to own a cellphone. They told      me that having one was more convenient - they could monitor me even if they're      miles away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanted to turn the unit off, but since my mother was fond of calling me      at night, just to check if I was safe at home, I decided not to.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as I was to close my eyes and return to my dreamless sleep, the phone      beeped again.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Same number...Such determination!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ply reply 2 dis msg &amp;amp; b an angel &amp;amp; save me frm dis abyss of      emptiness!!!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew why, but the message struck me. I got up and pushed the keys...      I just realized I was replying to the message.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Im not an angel, n f u want som1 2 save u, m not superman... I'm just      a simple prson who u wake up at dis r of my nyt!!! Nway, do I know u?"      I typed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seconds later came the reply.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nope. U don't know dis lonely soul. Nor does she know u. But I want      2 b ur frnd. I'm Mikaella Cervantes. U?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Just call me Julius. How'd u get my no.?" I sent back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi Julius, nice 2 meet u. Just shuffled the last two digits of mine,"      she replied.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That was the first and maybe the last time I met someone over the cellphone.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We exchanged messages and learned so much about each other that night. We      only said goodbye when my alarm clock rang at 5:00 AM! I had to prepare for      school!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And that was also how it all started. A day would not pass without a loving      and thoughtful messages from her. It was only then I had learned to appreciate      text messages and become eager and excited everytime my phone beeped, hoping      it would be her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mikaella brought out something about me that I never knew I had; I realized      I could also be a romantic person... even if it's just through text messaging.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Keep me as a frnd &amp;amp; I will keep u in my heart. Lock it up &amp;amp;      throw away d key so dat no1 can evr tke u away from me..."&lt;br /&gt;    One day, she sent this message to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I replied: 'In life, we seldom find a true prson &amp;amp; f u evr find 1, hold      on &amp;amp; nvr let go... value dat prson coz it's lyf's gift worth keeping &amp;amp;      holdin on..."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never knew why, but her response sent shivers to my spine, " Value      d people hu hav touched ur life bcoz u will never know just wen dey will walk      out of ur lyf &amp;amp; nvr come back again."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't understand what I felt that moment, but one thing I was sure though...      I could not go on a day without a single word from her. I'd become used to      having her, eventhough we had not met personally. But truly, she already occupied      a space, a large one, in fact in my life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I texted her back. "Dont come close f l8r ull jst pass by; don't touch      me f l8r ull jst let me cry; dont luv me f l8r ull jst leave me and won't      stay..."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know why I sent her that message, but somehow I felt, every word      came from my heart. In the short span of time we were sending messages to      each other, I knew, I was starting to keep her in my heart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I called her once. The voice on the other end was like an angel's. Soft,      kind, full of love. Yet, there was something in it I couldn't define. We only      talked for a few minutes. Before she hung up, she told me not to call again.      According to her, it would be better if we would just text each other.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the voice kept ringing, not only in my head, but in my heart, I'd long      to hear it once more. I tried to call her again, but she never answered the      phone. She just kept on sending messages and quotations, which I copied in      a little notebook. Hopeless romantic? I didn't know. All I could say was that      all the messages she sent me were wonderful, they came from the heart and      cut through the heart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Though we r miles apart, u r always n my heart. I close my eyes &amp;amp;      der u r. Even f I'll see u never, I'll always b hir 2 care 4 u, far longer      dan 4ever..."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One December night, she sent me this message. By that time we had been exchanging      messages for more than a month. God knew how happy I was. She was right. Although      we had not seen each other, what we felt was enough to make us both realize      what was keeping us together.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sent her another message, "Loving u secretly is a hard thing 4 me      2 do,hoping, wondring that u will feel d same way 2, but I can't read r mind      f u luv me 2. But whatever it is, I'll still be loving u."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How I wish I cud really tell u how much u mean 2 me, but m afraid 2      love, scared 2 get hurt... I hope dat u will wait 4 me &amp;amp; pray dat u will      not get tired of loving me...=)" was her reply.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And then I replied again. " The reason y I met u is bcoz of destiny      but f destiny will suggest dat I'll live w/o u, den, I'll lie not by destiny      but of free will."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever I asked her when we would meet personally, she always answered,      "Soon...soon, love...soon."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not seeing each other did not lessen, even a bit, what I felt for her...rather,      it even grew deeper and stronger each day. And I was sure, she felt the same      way, too. Love messages continued to flow through our lines, between our hearts,      which made us go on each day with the thought that sooner, we would see each      other, face to face, heart to heart.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a few days before Christmas. She stopped sending messages. At first      I just though she had ran out of prepaid.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there was something that kept bothering me... I couldn't understand what      was it, but it made me fell nervous. I tried to call her but she wouldn't      answer. Nevertheless, I continued sending messages.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suddenly one night, just three days before our Lord's birthday. I heard my      phone's message tone again... at last!It was from her!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oftentyms we say gudbye 2 d 1 we luv w/o wanting 2. Though dat doesn't      mean dat we stopped loving dem or we stopped 2 care. Sometyms, GOODBYE is      a painful way 2 say I LOVE YOU."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was dumfounded. I didn't know what to think of. What did she mean? I texted      her back, searching for answers, but found nothing. I called her but she would      not answer.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt so miserable...desperate... empty.      I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to lose her. I had learned to love      her. And I wanted to be with her forever.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The following days I felt nothing but emptiness. It seemed that Mikaella      took the life out of me. I missed her so much...her messages...The tones that      would tell me she'd sent another loving message. Nothing around me could feel      the emptiness I felt.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tut...tut...tut...tut...tut...just a day before Christmas, my cell beeped      again. It was her!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Meet me at d café, 10 AM 2day," I read aloud, making sure      the message was true, then I jumped with joy upon hearing from her again.      Hurriedly, I got myself ready and I went to the mall. I knew it was still      early, but I wanted to be there before she arrived.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I arrived at the meeting place ten minutes earlier. I was surprised to see      her already there, smiling at me. She was very beautiful, Black, deep-set      eyes that spoke a thousand words; small, kissable lips; a nose perfectly chiseled      and long black hair - everything in her was beautiful. And yes, her eyes radiated      kindness and love...but there was a flicker of something in them...sadness?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi, Julius," said the angelic voice I had been dreaming of each      night. The voice that I had waited to hear for so long. "Please sit down."      "I am very pleased to meet you, Mikaella," I said, as I took my      seat and gave the roses I brought for her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Thanks, Julius," she smiled, obviously pleased with the roses.      I knew she loved pink roses.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You are always welcome, Love" "Julius, I can't stay,"      she said, sadness in her voice, or was it tears? "I really must go."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But we just met, Mikaella. Can't we talk a little longer?" I asked,      pleadingly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I can't really. I just came here to see you and thank you for the time      you shared with me. Thank you for everything, Julius. I will never forget      you...you will always be here in my heart."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was looking at me straight into the eyes, and I could really feel the      sadness in her voice and I swear, there was something in her voice and I swear,      there was something in those lovely yet lonely eyes...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She got up and smiled at me, lovingly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Tomorrow morning, please come and visit me," he said and gave      me a piece of white linen paper.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I read what was written and when I looked up, she was gone. The following      day, Christmas, I woke up early and excitedly readied myself,thinking of her.      I hurriedly went to flower shop and bought a dozen pink roses - for Mikaella.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They lived in an exclusive subdivision.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Upon reaching their house, I told the guard who I was and that I was looking      for Mikaella.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guard stared at me, sadness and amazement in his eyes and told me to      wait as he called the owner of the house. As I looked at him while he was      going inside the house, only then I noticed that the house was brightly lit.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A woman went out and walked towards me, smiling sadly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Maria, Mikaella's mother. Please come inside, Julius."      While we were walking towards the mansion, she explained to me why she knew      me very well - Mikaella had always been talking about her friend, Julius.      I hardly understood what she was saying. I was busy thinking why Mikaella's      mother was crying while talking to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we came near the great hall of the house, it dawned on me that there was      a wake inside, Maybe, a relative passed away, I thought. But deep in my heart,      I was trembling and afraid.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we entered the hall where so many people were silently mourning while      others were praying, shaking, I asked her mother. "Where is Mikaella?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She held my hand and silently, led me to the coffin which was surrounded      by flowers - pink roses, nothing but pinkroses.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No words could explain how I felt when I gazed at the coffin and saw who      was lying there. The same beautiful girl I met...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A man came beside me, I knew he was Mika's father.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We are so glad you came, Julius. Mika talked of you all the time. She      even asked that her phone be buried with her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said that in that way, you could still send her messages and you would      always be with her."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't believe everything... My mind was in limbo.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But how can this be? We just saw each other yesterday."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That can't possibly be. She passed away three days ago. She had been      suffering from a heart disease since she was a child," said her father.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But..." I couldn't find the words to say.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She told us not to bother reaching you, "her mother said, still      in tears," she said you will come, and here you are.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pain and bitterness overwhelmed me. I cried silently beside her, staring      at her lovely face, memorizing every line of my friend's face, a face I knew      I would never forget while I was still alive.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the internment that afternoon, I went to the chapel she had&lt;br /&gt;    told me she went everyday.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sitting there praying and crying to God, I held my phone and typed: "U      taught me how 2 care; u taught me how 2 b kind; u shwd me how 2 lyk som; u      shwd me how 2 luv; but ders 1 thing didnt teach me &amp;amp; it hurts mor - u      didnt teach me how 2 let go. I LOVE YOU"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sent the message, and though I knew she wouldn't be able to hold her CP      again, I knew in my heart she would get my message. I never expected a reply,      yet as my phone beeped again,felt a shiver down my spine. The sender's number      did not appear on the screen, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I read the      message.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Let go of d hand of d person u love, but dont let go of God's hand.      4 if u hold 2 his hand. He may b holding d person u love n d ader hand 2 let      u hold each other again."&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I will never forget you, Mikaella and will never let go..."          I vowed to her and to myself as I left the church.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3320906746451236212?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3320906746451236212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3320906746451236212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3320906746451236212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-messages.html' title='love messages'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-4645230160469560099</id><published>2009-11-01T23:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:35:34.624+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My name is MiNa Nam. I'm 19, still very young, but I am dying. Not right      now but my life is slowly fading away as I'm writing my story. At this moment      I'm sitting at 'our' spot. Mine and Eun Ji Won, the love of my life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is slowly beginning to set over the lake. I took a glance at my reflection      in the water. My outside looks have changed drastically within the past few      months, but the water reflected the true me. Inside I'm still the same person.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have done and given so much for love but never once, have I received it      back from Ji Won. There are times that I wanted to tell him everything that      I've done for him and make him love me back. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;    Love is not selfish.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I did what felt right. I keep giving Ji Won my love and I never asked      for his love in return. Even though I'll leave this world pretty soon, my      love for him will still remain. My story begins when I first met Ji Won six      years ago on this one fateful day. It all started out…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;    October 31, 1993&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You better come back here you good for nothing brat!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I covered my ears with my palms. That was my stepmother calling me. Her voice      sounds murderous and I didn't want to face her today. She had slapped and      hit me too much already. I'm afraid I can't take it anymore so I hid in my      closet.&lt;br /&gt;    I peeked through the crack in my closet and saw my stepmom with a really pissed      off look on her face. She was holding that stick that I'm always afraid of.      I winced thinking about how much it would hurt if she hits me with it again.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just thirteen and whoever said 13 was an unlucky number, they were right.      My mom had died when I was just turning ten. Before she died she told me that      I was the most beautiful girl in the world and how proud she was to be my      mother. She said even though she'll be gone, her love remains with me always.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears rolled down my cheeks. 'If you love me mommy, how can you be so selfish      to leave me?' So now when I had turn 13 my dad had married Mok Young A, who      is my stepmom today. She was a cold-hearted woman who tortured me all day.      Any self-esteem I had for myself was shattered and I was living a nightmare.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My closet door suddenly opened.&lt;br /&gt;    "There you are you wicked girl!"&lt;br /&gt;    My stepmom started cussing at me as she pulled me out and threw me onto the      floor. I began to tremble because I knew what was going to happen next.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Whack whack whack.*&lt;br /&gt;    I cried out in pain but I knew that no one is going to hear my cries. I desperately      began to gasp for air. My heart was aching again. I couldn't breathe.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Not again! Don't you see how much you're costing your father and me      with your heart problems? If it wasn't for all these medical bills we wouldn't      be so poor now!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had this heart condition where air would suddenly shut off and I couldn't      breathe. The doctors are trying to save me by giving me a respirator and pills,      but they're not sure how much longer I'll be able to live. My dad (who was      a pathetic excuse for a man) came in.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He looked down at me with sorrowful eyes. He held my stepmom's arm lightly      and said, "I think she had enough. You don't want her to have another      attack. Calm down and let's have dinner."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's why I'm hitting her!" she yelled. "She got detention      and stayed after school for an hour. She was supposed to be home to go buy      food for dinner and make it. Your daughter is so evil. She wants me to starve      or something!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I didn't get detention. The teacher wanted to talk to me about-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was cut off by the whack of my stepmom's stick. I cried silently in      pain and turned away. I didn't want to look at her.&lt;br /&gt;    My dad said, "Well, dinner's just going to be a little late today. Mina,      say sorry to your mom."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to say, "Sorry mom. Please forgive me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad handed me some money. "Here. Go buy food to make mee-yuk-gook      tonight." My stepmom's temper simmered down a little as my dad lead her      out of my room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I picked up the money and headed for the store. Mr. Choi, the owner of Choi      Food Market, shook his head as I walked in. He knew what kind of hell I was      going through. I finished my shopping and checked out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That'll be $3.49."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?" I asked. "Umm…Mr. Choi. That's impossible. With      all this stuff it should be around $15."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I know Mina." Mr. Choi gave me a sad smile. "The exact price      is $14.32. Why don't you keep the change for yourself?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I opened my mouth in shock. "Mr. Choi…I..I can't do that,"      I said as I handed him 20.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He only took five. "No. Keep it. I know that stepmom of yours don't      give you any money."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked up at Mr. Choi with tears in my eyes. Here he was, just a friend      reaching out to me. I said thanks and headed for home.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I decided to take a shortcut home but as I passed the alley, a hand pulled      me in. I was knocked to the ground and a shadow hovered over me. I began to      scream but the same hand covered my mouth.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Shut up or I'll kill you!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shut my mouth instantly. I didn't want to die yet. In the moon's reflection      I got a good look of my attacker. It was a boy who looked a little bit older      than me. His face and clothes were dirty but he had really good features so      I could tell he was extremely good-looking. But this was not a time to think      about such things.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He held a table knife at my throat and said, "Give me all your money      or I'll kill you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I panicked but I knew what to do. I used the move I wanted to use on my stepmom      every time she pinned me down and hit me. I kicked him hard, right into his      family jewels. He gasped and fell to the floor, dropping the knife. I picked      up my groceries and ran.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess you can call me the dumbest person alive. I was afraid I had kicked      the boy too hard and permanently damaged him. Besides, since my life is hell      already, I didn't want him to go through it too. So I turned back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I came back to the alley, the boy was still lying on the floor. He was      moaning softly. I lifted him up gently. "Are you okay?" I asked.      He shook his head no. "I'm sorry," I said to him. I reached into      my pocket and pulled the money Mr. Choi gave me. "If you need money,      then here. All I have is ten dollars."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I placed the money in his hand and walked away. He looked at me with this      weird expression that I couldn't read. I picked up my groceries and this time      I left without turning back. I could tell the boy was watching me as I was      walking away…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won stared at the girl who had just walked away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'She must be the nicest or dumbest person in this world,' he thought.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He began to stand up but had to use the wall for balance. That girl had kicked      him a little too hard. Ji Won had just run away from home again. He had run      away so many times that the alley was his second home. When he ran away he      always stole his parents' money.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They were the richest people in all of Hawaii but they were also the most      messed up family. His dad would have a lot of women with him and would betray      a friend if it would bring him money.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His mom, on the other hand, was an exact duplicate of his dad. She always      had these young men around her and spent money like crazy. His parents were      divorced and lived on opposite ends of Hawaii.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Bitch and bastard,' thought Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he ran away this time, he didn't have the chance to steal any money      from his dad. So he had no choice but to rob somebody. When he saw the young      girl walking out of the store, she seemed to be the perfect target. But things      didn't turn out as planned.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won kept wondering why the girl gave him the money even though he could      have killed her. Ji Won knew he couldn't take the money because she was the      first person in his messed up life that was nice to him because she wanted      to be, not because she wanted something from him. He wanted to give the money      back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he gained some of his strength back, he began to chase her…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When I came home, I was greeted by the usual words. 'Ugly wretch, wicked girl,      freeloader, etc.' but luckily I made it through dinner fine. When dinner ended,      my parents went to sleep leaving me with the dishes. I cleaned the table and      washed the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;    I also took out the trash and then suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind.      My attacker turned me around to face him. It was the same boy I met in the      alley. I began to panic.&lt;br /&gt;    "I gave you all my money already! What more do you want from me?"&lt;br /&gt;    He raised a finger to his lips and tried to shush me. I felt one of my attacks      coming on. I started to hyperventilate and couldn't breathe. I was beginning      to black out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at the girl who looked like she was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh my God! Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;    This time it was the girl's turn to shake her head no. Then she collapsed      in his arms. Ji Won didn't know what to do but he had to save her life. He      began to give her mouth to mouth.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come on," he whispered to her. "Breathe. Don't die on me."&lt;br /&gt;    After a while she began coughing and opened her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I opened my eyes and saw a blurry object heading towards me. Then I felt      something soft pressing against my lips and I felt a gust of air. Then I realized      the boy was giving me air. I couldn't believe what was happening. I blushed      and gently pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;    "Thank you for saving me. I'm okay now."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The boy turned slightly red. "Uhh…you're welcome. You kinda scared      me there."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sorry about that. Well, what is it that you want from me?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Here." He handed me back the same ten dollars I had given him.      I looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;    "No, it's okay. Keep it. I think you need it or you wouldn't have tried      to rob me."&lt;br /&gt;    He shook his head. "No. I just wanted to borrow it only. I don't take      charity. Well, goodbye."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just as he walked away, I heard his stomach grumble. I bit my tongue so I      wouldn't laugh. Since he didn't take charity, I said, "Um, hey. I just      made some food and I don't know if it's good or not. I need a guinea pig because      I don't want to serve it to my parents if it isn't and besides, you did save      my life.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at her. 'Why is she being so nice to me?' he thought. He knew      she was just saying that because she heard him say he doesn't want charity.      Ji Won's stomach was growling like crazy. He hasn't eaten for 2 days already      and the mention of food was killing him.&lt;br /&gt;    "Uh, okay. I guess I'll be your guinea pig since I have nothing to do."&lt;br /&gt;    He studied her face as she smiled at him. 'She's pretty,' he thought as he      smiled back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I let the boy wait outside as I got some of the leftover mee-yuk-gook for      him. He finished it in less than a minute. Then he leaned back and sighed.      Out of nowhere, he let out a burp. I had to giggle. He looked at me and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;    "Sorry about that."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's okay."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hesitated before I asked him the next question. "Umm…so what's      your name?" He glanced at me and then stared at the ground. I could tell      he was debating to tell me his real name or not. I didn't want him to feel      obligated to telling me his name. "It's okay. You don't have to tell      me if you don't want to."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at her surprised. "No! It isn't that!" he yelled.      She stared back at him surprised too. Then he lowered his voice. "I'm      sorry. Please don't misunderstand."&lt;br /&gt;    She nodded her head slowly and Ji Won can tell that she was confused. Ji Won      felt that he could trust her and he wanted her to be his friend.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"My name is Eun Ji Won and you are?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Nam Mi-Na, but call me Mina. It's easier to remember."&lt;br /&gt;    Then she gave him the sweetest smile. Ji Won felt his heart beat a little      faster when she smiled at him. He blushed and looks away.&lt;br /&gt;    "So uh, how old are you?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"13," she replied. "And you Ji Wonee?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He smiled when she called him that. "I'm 15," he said turning back      to look at her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"15?" I asked in disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won nodded.&lt;br /&gt;    "Where are your parents oppa? You're too young to be living in the streets."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He shrugged his shoulders. "I can take care of myself." I gave      him a doubting look because he was trying to pull that tough guy act on me.      "It's okay though," he told me. "I have a family. It's just      that things are bad at home so I'm just getting away from it for a while."&lt;br /&gt;    'So he ran away,' I figured out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could tell that Ji Won was a good person. "Do you have a place to      stay tonight?" He shook his head. "How about staying in my room      then," I offered.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won couldn't believe his ears. He stared at Mina. 'Did she just offer      him a place to stay?'&lt;br /&gt;    "Ji Won?" Mina asked as she waved a hand in front of his face. "Are      you okay?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won shook his head and snapped out of it. She placed her hand on his knee.      "Oppa, I asked if you want to stay in my room for tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won was so touched that he felt his heartache. No one had ever cared about      him so much but he didn't want to feel as though he owed her. "No thanks."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mina looked at him with her big sad eyes. "Please oppa? I'm afraid of      the dark." Ji Won smiled. He knew she was lying so he would say yes.      For the first time in his life, Ji Won felt warm inside because now he is      wanted. He let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;    "Aigo Mina, okay. You talked me into it. But just for tonight though."&lt;br /&gt;    She giggled and nodded.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Silently, I led Ji Won into my room. My room was small and luckily, it was      far away from my parents so they can't hear much. I let Ji Won have the bed      while I take the floor. 'Damn,' I thought. 'Why does the floor have to be      so cold and hard?'&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won stared down at Mina who was trying to sleep on the cold stone floor.      He picked her up easily and lifted her onto the bed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oppa? What are you doing?" I whispered as my eyes grew wide.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Do you trust me?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head slowly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good," he said. "This bed is small but it'll fit both of      us."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eyes grew wider at what Ji Won had just said. But I had just told him      that I trust him. I couldn't take my words back so I had no choice but to      sleep with him. We both got in my bed and slept side-by-side. I was so nervous,      I couldn't sleep. Ji Won, on the other hand, had no problem. He fell asleep      instantly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned my head over to look at him. His face was so innocent like an angel      when he was sleeping. Who would have thought he was such a devil when he's      awake and moving?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An hour had passed and it was 3' in the morning. I still couldn't sleep.      Suddenly something weird happen. Ji Won turned his entire body around and      did a 360, kicking me.&lt;br /&gt;    "Ow!" I cried out but covered my mouth so my parents wouldn't hear      me. When he was done, he had this happy look on his face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first I thought he was just playing with me but he really did do a 360      in his sleep. Suddenly he reached over and held me tight. My entire body went      tense and rigid. I could feel Ji Won's light breathing on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know why but now that Ji Won was this close (practically laying on      top of me) made me feel better. It's probably cause I've never been this close      to a person in a long time. Soon I began to fall asleep too…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 8&lt;br /&gt;    November 1, 1993&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won opened his eyes and found himself laying partially on Mina's body.      He blushed and slowly moved away from her. Then he just lay near her watching      her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly it caught his eyes. The sleeves and pant legs of her pajamas were      lifted up and he got a good look at her arms and legs. Dark purple bruises      cover her entire body. There were several scars on her legs and arms too.      Red lines run across her legs and it made Ji Won wince because it looked so      painful.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He didn't want to disturb Mina but he was really curious. She turned over      and Ji Won lifted the back of her shirt. It was even worse than her legs.      Ji Won opened his mouth lightly in shock and touched her bare back delicately,      fearing that he might hurt her. Mina began to stir.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rubbed my eyes and sat up. I saw Ji Won looking at me with this sad expression      on his face. "What's wrong oppa?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;    "Who did this to you?"&lt;br /&gt;    Then he lifted the sleeve of my shirt. I opened my mouth in shock. I tried      to hide it but I couldn't believe he saw my bruises.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I tried to answer him, I heard my stepmom's footsteps heading towards      my room. "Oppa!" I yelled, turning back to Ji Won, who was rubbing      my bruises. "You have to get out of here! My mom is coming!"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won looked at me surprised but I opened my window for him to climb out.      "Climb down this tree. Goodbye Ji Wonee," I said to him with tears      in my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won remained silent the whole time as he left her room. But he didn't      leave though. He sat on the branch of her tree and looked through her window.      He couldn't hear what Mina and her mom were talking about but he saw it.&lt;br /&gt;    He saw Mina's mom bring out a small wooden stick and whack Mina with it several      times. Ji Won couldn't take it anymore. He busted back into Mina's room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I looked up at my stepmother in pain. "I'm sorry mom. I didn't know we're      supposed to have guests today."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She glared at me with cold hatred in her eyes. "Mr. Eun, of the Eun      Hotel Empire all over Hawaii, is coming to visit us. Your father might get      a promotion if we make a good impression! You're supposed to be awake half      an hour ago to prepare all of us tea! Now Mr. Eun is down there expecting      tea! What am I supposed to do now huh?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom began to breathe rapidly as her anger increased. I saw her raise      that stick of hers again. I curled myself up hoping the pain would lessen      but I know it wouldn't so I prepared myself for the strike…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won caught the stick just before it would hit Mina. Mina's mother stared      at Ji Won in surprise. Mina opened her eyes and stared at Ji Won in shock.      He looked down at her.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mina, are you okay?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ji Won!" I screamed. "What are you doing here?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked back at me. "I came to save you from this evil bitch."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom twisted her face in hate. "I knew you were trouble all this      time Mina. How dare you bring this boy home? Wait until I tell your father      about this!" Ji Won grabbed my stepmom's arm to stop her.&lt;br /&gt;    "You do that and I'll have you fired!"&lt;br /&gt;    I stared at Ji Won dumbfounded. 'What is he talking about?'&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What are you talking about you juvenile delinquent?!" snapped      my stepmom.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I mean," said Ji Won glaring at her. "That you're having      tea with my father right now and I'll get you and your husband fired if you      hit Mina one more time."&lt;br /&gt;    I look at Ji Won surprised. 'Ji Won is the heir of the Eun Hotel Empire? His      family is the richest in all of Hawaii!'&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom looked at Ji Won doubtfully. "If you're his son, then how      come you're so filthy?"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won gave her a smirk. "I know you want proof. How about all of us      go down there to talk to my dad?"&lt;br /&gt;    My stepmom looked at him and thought, 'This is the only way for real evidence.      He might get us a promotion.' Then she said, "Come on then, boy. Let's      go."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    All three of us came downstairs together. Ji Won had to help me down because      my legs were too weak to support me. Ji Won helped me sit on the couch and      he faced the strange man before me. Mr. Eun glared at Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi dad," said Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Where the hell have you been Ji Won?" shouted Mr. Eun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family just watched them yell at each other. Ji Won shrugged his shoulders.      "Around." It made Mr. Eun really mad but he never hits Ji Won. He      continued yelling. Ji Won didn't really listen and after a while he cut his      dad off.&lt;br /&gt;    "Look dad, shut up about it already and we'll talk about it at home."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Dang,' I thought. 'I could never talk to my parents like that.'&lt;br /&gt;    Mr. Eun shuts up. "Okay son, we'll talk about it at home."&lt;br /&gt;    Then Ji Won gestured his hand at my entire family. "The Nams were nice      enough to let me stay at their house. You owe them dad."&lt;br /&gt;    Mr. Eun nodded. "Fine. Joon and Young A, you two just got a raise."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom got so excited. "Thank you Mr. Eun!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come on Ji Won," said Mr. Eun. "Let's go home and have that      talk."&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won brushed his dad's hand ff his shoulder. "Later dad. I'll be home      in an hour." His father glared at him. Ji Won glared back. "I said      one hour."&lt;br /&gt;    Mr. Eun knew Ji Won was stubborn. So he agreed. "Fine then. One hour."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Mr. Eun left Ji Won talked to my parents. "Listen here,"      he said as he sat down next to me. "I can get you hired and fired just      like that." And he snapped his fingers.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We know, we know," said my stepmom sweetly, pouring Ji Won some      tea.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won didn't drink it. "All I want is for you two to not touch Mina      anymore. If I see another bruise on her, you know the consequences."      Ji Won held my hand the entire time he spoke with my parents. I felt a strange      warmth going through me and I knew that right then and there I was falling      in love with Eun Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad remained quiet while my stepmother talked. "Of course Ji Won."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. "Okay, and I'll make sure you keep your promise."      Then Ji Won turned to face me. "Come on, let's go."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?" I asked confused.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Go to my house with me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Go go!" said my stepmom pushing me towards Ji Won. "Have      fun kids and stay out as long as you like." I knew my stepmom was really      ticked off but she was playing it off pretty well.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won continued holding my hand and never once did he let it go. The walk      to his house took us 15 minutes and I was enjoying every minute of it. When      we reached his house, Ji Won let out a sigh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina," he said softly. "Just stay quiet and let me do the      talking okay?"&lt;br /&gt;    I nodded my head and we entered his house. His house was huge! I felt as though      I'm a peasant walking through a castle. He even had a few maids and butlers      who attended us.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won led me to his room. It was nice and clean but there were a lot of holes      all around his walls. I sat down on his bed as he went into the bathroom to      take a quick shower. When he was done, he came out and sat next to me, holding      my hand. I really am in love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ji Won, how come your walls have a lot of holes?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He shrugged his shoulders and I massaged it for him. As he relaxed, he answered      me. "Oh, it's cause I fight with my parents a lot so I take it out on      the walls." Judging by the holes, I can tell that he was really angry      every time he made one.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come on," he said. He lifted me up on his back and gave me a piggyback      ride downstairs. He smelled so good now that he's clean and fresh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His dad was waiting for him in the den. I waited outside while Ji Won came      into face his dad. Ji Won came in, uninterested in what his dad had to say.      "What is it dad?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ji Won, son…this is getting to be very tiring. Every few weeks      you would run away, leaving me and your mother worrying about you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won smirked. "Sure you're worried. That's why you're out with those      hoes and mom's out with those morons. It's because I'm your only son. You're      just scared that when grandpa passes away he won't put our family on the will."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His father got angry. "Well do you want it to end up on your uncle's      side?" Ji Won gave his dad a look that showed he didn't care. His dad      continued talking. "Since I managed to have a son and my brother have      no kids, I have the advantage. Son, listen to me. You know you're my heir.      All my wealth will be pass down to you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at his dad disgusted. "All you care about is money! You      don't care about me!" he yelled as he stormed out of the den. Ji Won      slammed the door open and grabbed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come on, let's go."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was confused and didn't know what had happened. Ji Won held my hand and      took me to the beach near his house. On the sand there were these 2 huge rocks.      Ji Won led me over there. He lifted me up and we sat side by side. We remained      silent until Ji Won took a deep breath of the ocean air.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I love this place, don't you?" he said to me smiling.&lt;br /&gt;    I returned his smile and held onto his hand tighter. "Ji Won, what's      wrong?" Ji Won avoided my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;    "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;    I turned his chin to face me. "Come on, you know you can tell me."&lt;br /&gt;    He nodded.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's my dad and this stupid feud he has with my uncle. They're fighting      over who will get the larger part in my grandpa's will."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh…" I said softly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Isn't it stupid?" he asked laughing. "My grandpa's not even      dead yet!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I understood what was bothering him. So I didn't say anything because I know      he doesn't want me to worry about it. He threw a rock into the ocean and it      skipped three times.&lt;br /&gt;    "Perfect," he said.&lt;br /&gt;    "Why is it perfect?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;    "Age ain't nothing but a number right?" he asked me, changing the      subject. I thought about it for a while and nodded.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Since I'm older than you by two years, that makes me your oppa,"      Ji Won said to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yup," I answered, smiling.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won smiled back. "I love you…."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt my heart my heart filled with a bubble of love but then Ji Won continued      talking.."as a dongsang." My bubble bursted. This was not what I      had expected him to say.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stared at Ji Won with wide eyes. I knew it was pretty forward of me but      I had to ask. "Y…your….dongsang?" I managed to stutter      out. Ji Won looked back at me with his puppyish eyes and smiled. He nodded      his head gently. Have I been reading all his signs wrong?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So what do you say?" he asked. "Want to be my dongsang?"      Even though it was breaking my heart, I had no choice but to agree. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes, I want to be your dongsang oppa."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good," he said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small silver knife.      I stared at him with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;    "Ji Won, what are you going to do with that knife?"&lt;br /&gt;    He asked, "Do you trust me Mina?"&lt;br /&gt;    I nodded my head without hesitation. I trusted Ji Won with my whole heart.      He smiled at me. "Good. Lower the back of your shirt." Ji Won pulled      the back of my shirt down. Then he used that knife to cut me.&lt;br /&gt;    "Ow!" I screamed in pain but he continued anyways. He carved a small      'E' onto my shoulder blade. My back was bleeding and he bandaged it for me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he handed the knife to me. "Here. Engrave your initial 'M' too      cuz I don't want to use the same last name as your mom." My hand trembled      as I held the knife. I didn't want to hurt Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;    "Go ahead. Don't worry, I can stand the pain."&lt;br /&gt;    I engraved an 'M' onto Ji Won's back. I was surprised because he didn't let      a tear drop or cry out in pain. I bandaged him and he acted as if nothing      had happen. When it was over, he held me close.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I held onto Ji Won tightly as if he was going to leave me. I know he only      thinks of me as his little dongsang but it feels nice holding him like this.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Ji Won held onto Mina, his smiling face instantly turned sad. He wanted      to say 'Mina, I love you as a girlfriend' so she would be his forever but      he couldn't. He wasn't the type to admit his feelings.&lt;br /&gt;    So he figured the scarring was not an engravement of his brotherly love to      Mina, but his promised symbol as a soulmate to her forever…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Years had pass and I'm still with Ji Won. I didn't think it was possible but      I grew more and more in love with Ji Won everyday. We would do a lot of stuff      together and we never had any fights. We argue, but it never came to the point      where we would get really mad at each other and he usually let me have it      my way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kang Sung Hoon was Ji Won's other friend and he hangs out with us a lot too.      Sung Hoon is a little older than me and is really nice. He has this really      cute smile that when he smiles, you can't help but smile back. I called him      'bang geul ee.' His family life also isn't good. His dad is a drunk and his      mom had passed away when he was young. So usually it was the three of us together.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My home life is a lot better thanks to Ji Won. My stepmom didn't dare to      touch me anymore and it's still the same between me and my dad. We don't talk      much. Ji Won's parents like me a lot too. It's because when they tell Ji Won      to do something and he wouldn't do it. They would come to me. I'm kind of      like their pawn. Life was heaven for me until it completely shattered on day.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It started out with good news but who would have known it would end up in      tragedy?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June 15, 1996&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom and dad came home one day from visiting the Euns. "Guess      what?" my stepmom told me excitedly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?" I asked calmly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Euns are planning a wedding for you and Ji Won!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sat down because my knees gave out. This news hit me with total surprise      but I was so happy to hear it because I'm so in love with Ji Won. "Really?"      I asked excitedly. "How did this happened?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mr. Eun wanted Ji Won to get married and he figured you're the girl      he should marry."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What did Ji Won say?" I had to ask. I didn't want him to be forced      into this.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Of course he agreed," she answered.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My breathing increased so I took out my respirator. After I calmed down,      my stepmom took me into her room and told me all about the arrangements.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meanwhile back at the Eun mansion…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Just because you're making this wedding for me and Mina doesn't mean      I owe you anything!" Ji Won yelled angrily at his dad.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mr. Eun grabbed Ji Won by the collar of his shirt. "Ji Won! You listen      to me. Once you and Mina get married, your grandpa will give you all of his      businesses. Sharing part of it with your dad isn't asking for much is it?"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won pushed his dad away. He began to laugh. "The only two people grandpa      will give the businesses to is me or uncle. He won't give it to you because      you'll spend it all on those whores! I bet all your money is gone now."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was true. Mr. Eun was in serious debt and he needed Ji Won to get married      because Ji Won's grandpa was going to give Ji Won his inheritance once he      gets married. Ji Won had just turned 18 and his dad had planned the marriage      months ahead. His dad got on his knees.&lt;br /&gt;    "Please son. Please do it for me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. "You're so pathetic dad." He sighed. Living      with Mina taught him compassion and sympathy for people. "I'll see what      I can do dad."&lt;br /&gt;    He went into his room. Just then his cellular phone rang. He picked it up,      thinking it was Mina. Using his sexy voice, he whispered, "Hi Mina."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A weird high-pitched giggle came from the other end of the line.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ooh…"said the voice. "Hi to you too sexy."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up Sung Hoon."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Using his real voice, Sung Hoon began to laugh out loud. "Gross hyung!      That's how you talk to Mina? Ew! It gives me the chills!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey Sung Hoon," said Ji Won seriously. "Is everything set      and ready to go?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah hyung," said Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good," said Ji Won, smiling. "Meet me at the docks tonight.      From there we can sail to the mainland airport and get away from Hawaii to      start a new life in Korea."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah," said Sung Hoon. "But did you tell Mina about it?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No," answered Ji Won, sighing. "I'm afraid she won't leave      her family. I'm planning to just kidnap her and take her along. It's easier      that way and no hassle."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Right," said Sung Hoon. "At least the three of us will still      be together."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah," said Ji Won. "Meet you in an hour. Get everything      ready. I got our money too."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay," replied Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Bye." Ji Won clicked off his phone. Ji Won's dad didn't know it      but his grandpa had given him $10 million in advance, along with hotel ownerships      in Korea and Hawaii as his wedding gift. He planned to leave his dad $5 million      and live off the rest with Mina and Sung Hoon.&lt;br /&gt;    He smiled thinking about how he would get away from everything and just be      with the one he loved the most, Mina.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Back at home I was so excited I couldn't sleep. I know I was still young to      be thinking about marriage but I know Ji Won is the only guy for me. I held      my teddy bear close as thoughts of Ji Won drifted me to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was midnight now. Ji Won snuck out of his house quietly without making      a noise. He carried his backpack full of money on his back. He planned to      go to Mina's house to grab her and leave. Then it would be just him, Mina,      and Sung Hoon leaving together. He was almost to Mina's house when he realized      that he was being followed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was his uncle's men. They came to get rid of him. Ji Won was smart. He      knew the streets too well. He made it through the alley and those men end      up losing him. But when Ji Won reached Mina's house, about 10 men had surrounded      her house.&lt;br /&gt;    They all saw him approaching. Ji Won began to run as they chased him. He made      it to the dock. He saw Sung Hoon on the boat.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hyung! Hurry! The boat is leaving!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won threw his bag onto the boat first and made a high jump. He landed      safely onto the boat. His uncle's men couldn't chase him anymore. Ji Won and      Sung Hoon started cheering until Ji Won realized what was missing. Mina. He      had left her. Ji Won fell to his knees.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What's wrong?" asked Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina! We left her! We have to go back!" yelled Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon opened his mouth in shock because he just realized it too. Then      he shook his head sadly. "We can't. If we go back, we'll just get killed      and we'll be putting Mina's life in danger too."&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won moved away from Sung Hoon, knowing that the darkness will cover his      face. And for the first time in his life, Ji Won cried.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I woke up the next morning with this strange feeling inside me. I don't know      why but I find it disturbing. Then I remembered that Ji Won and I are going      to get married soon, it subsided.&lt;br /&gt;    When I went downstairs, my stepmom was holding that wooden stick I haven't      seen in years. I began to panic. She whacked me with it. I fell down surprised.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Where's Ji Won?" she screamed at me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so confused and surprised I didn't know what she was talking about.      She kept hitting me and telling me to answer her. But how can I answer when      I don't even know myself? Then something unusual happened. My dad grabbed      the stick away from my stepmom.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Stop hitting her! Can't you tell that she can't think straight through      all that pain?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My stepmom was shocked and she kept her mouth shut because my dad never did      that to her before. "Mina," my dad said to me, holding my hand.      "Ji Won ran away from home again. He's no longer in Hawaii and the wedding's      canceled."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He left?" I asked blankly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad nodded his head sadly. "How can he leave me?" I asked standing      up. My stepmom's next words hit me hard and cold like ice.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He probably left because he didn't want to marry you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sunk to my knees and fell to the floor. I began to sob to myself. My parents      left the room, leaving me alone. 'How can you leave me, Ji Won? Were all those      promises of taking care of me lies?'&lt;br /&gt;    I loved Ji Won so much. All I ever wanted is to be with him, even if he did      only consider me as a dongsang. I needed to know why he left. Being with him      all this time, I knew where he went.&lt;br /&gt;    I'll search all of Korea if I had to…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One year later…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During this year, my life of hell had return. I managed to save up enough      money for a ticket to Korea and money to spend. I had to work odd hours so      my stepmom wouldn't find out or she'll take the money from me. I also had      to sell some of Ji Won's gifts to me.&lt;br /&gt;    He was a really generous oppa who would buy me a lot of expensive clothes,      jewelry, perfume, and just about anything that I wanted. I figured he wouldn't      mind because they're just material possessions. They were a big help because      I managed to trade them in for a lot of money.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 24, 1997&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally had enough money to leave. It took me a while to go because I knew      chances are low of finding Ji Won right away. I needed extra money for my      search and I had to pay double for a fake I.D. You could say that I have almost      everything planned out. I got a pretty good amount so I planned on leaving      today.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a little over a year since Ji Won left me with no reason or explanation.      I've gotten so much thinner because I couldn't eat or sleep and I miss him      so much. The problem I still had facing me were my parents. I know they were      not going to let me leave.&lt;br /&gt;    I was only 17. Damn. Still a minor. This year had been total hell for me and      I can't stand another year of it. I had to leave and I had a plan. I was going      to fake my death.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was all so perfect. My family had to go out to a luau with Mr. Eun. He      still keeps in touch with us. I guess it's because he thinks I might know      where Ji Won is. Truth is, I have no idea except I know Ji Won's somewhere      in Korea.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I planned to fake a drowning. Because of my heart failure, it helped me close      off my air circulation for up to 4 minutes. This time I am using it to let      my family think that I have drowned and the tides drifted my body to sea so      I will never be found…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But before I go I had to say goodbye to my father. I hugged him hard. He      looked at me surprised.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What was that for?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shook my head. "It wasn't for anything dad. I did it because I love      you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad had tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry Mina. I'm so worthless as      your father."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No you're not but you have to do what's right dad. Don't let anyone      stop you and stop putting yourself down."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He nodded his head. I hugged him for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm going for a swim okay?"&lt;br /&gt;    He nodded his head and watched me head toward the ocean. The plan went perfect.      I stayed underwater for a while and swam myself to the other side of the beach      where they couldn't see me.&lt;br /&gt;    All my belongings were there. I got on the dock and sailed to the mainland      airport leaving Hawaii forever…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 16&lt;br /&gt;    [Seoul, Korea]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 26, 1997&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won traced the 'M' scar on his back. 'Damn,' he thought. 'I miss Mina      so much.' He sent out one of his men to retrieve news about her and if they      could, get her here to him in Korea.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won had it all. Money and power. The only thing that was missing was Mina.      So much had happened to Ji Won as he remembered back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won and Sung Hoon made it to Seoul, Korea. With Ji Won's leadership skills      and Sung Hoon's smooth talking, they end up getting a lot of businesses and      putting others of out business. Money was not enough for Ji Won. He needed      power so he created Sechs Kies, where he was the leader and Sung Hoon was      his 2nd-in command.&lt;br /&gt;    He and Sung Hoon managed to eliminate the group Quiksilver on their own and      gained the respect and loyalty of the two members Kim Jae Duc and Lee Jae      Jin.&lt;br /&gt;    Along the way, they found Ko Ji Yong and Jang Su Won wandering the streets.      Ji Yong proved to be a genius and Su Won was handy in finding information.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won knew they were enough. They had hundreds of men under them but Sechskies      were the main leaders with Ji Won as the head. They committed a lot of crimes      but no evidence was ever found to convict them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just then there was a knock on his door, interrupting his thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come in," said Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jang Su Won came in. "I have news for you, boss," he said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well what is it? What did you find out about Mina?" Ji Won asked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sun Won looked down and hesitated to reply. "I'm afraid it's bad news."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those words made Ji Won panic. "Jang Su Won, you answer me now!"      yelled Ji Won with rage.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won's yell scared Su Won so he blurted it out. "Mina Nam is dead.      She drowned while she was swimming in the ocean. Her body has not been found      and is still missing."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won fell back in his seat in shock. 'Mina's dead? No, anyone but Mina,'      he thought. Su Won knew it was a good time to leave so he left Ji Won in his      office.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mina!"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won screamed out of his window in pain. His cries echoed throughout the      city of Seoul.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I finally made it to Chejudo, Korea. I didn't know where to look for Ji Won      so anywhere was fine. I was never a lucky person. I couldn't find any signs      of Ji Won there so I traveled to Inchun City.&lt;br /&gt;    My search for Ji Won continued for another year. During that time I had traveled      to many cities like Guam, Pusan, etc. It must have been a gift from God because      one day my search was over…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 21, 1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had just finish my overtime shift at the Nam Hotel. It was pretty ironic      because my whole family spent their lives working for hotels and here is the      biggest one in all of Seoul with our family name. I went into the worker's      lounge to take a break and pour myself some tea. I sat down and read the headlines.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Sechskies are to open a conference broadcasting live on Channel 6 today'&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rolled my eyes. Not them again. They were the notorious mafia lead by Matthew      Eun. I shuddered. I can't believe the leader has the same last name as my      beloved Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;    Actually 6kies was composed of 6 leaders. They committed a lot of crimes and      were always challenging the authorities. They had a lot of power and no one      could take their pictures without their consent but a lot of people know what      they look like. I didn't care. I was too busy looking for Ji Won to notice      them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A worker with me named So Kyung Hee came in. "Hey," she said, patting      me lightly on the knee. "On break?" I took a sip and nodded. "Me      too," she said smiling.&lt;br /&gt;    I smiled back at her. Kyung Hee was actually one of the nicest people at the      hotel. Most of them were cold and just worried about how much tips they can      get.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee picked up the TV remote and turned to Channel 6. "Hey Mina,      there's supposed to be showing 6kies today. Wonder what they look like."&lt;br /&gt;    I nodded and watched with her. When the clock struck 9, I felt my heart had      stopped and it was not from my heart failure either. I stared at the face      that was giving a cocky smile to the camera. Ji Won. Slowly the camera pulled      out revealing the other 5 members.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recognized Sung Hoon. He and Ji Won looked completely different but I still      recognized them. Ji Won had his hair dyed completely blonde while Sung Hoon's      was streaked. Kyung Hee and I watched them in silence as they began to talk.      Ji Won and the others introduced themselves. Then the camera showed directly      at Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To most people he would look like an evil gang leader but in my eyes he was      a beautiful angel. If it was ever possible, Ji Won was even finer than before.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina, are you okay?" asked Kyung Hee, as she waved a hand in front      of my face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Huh?" I asked looking at her. "Oh, I'm fine. Just listening      to what they have to say."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pointed to Ji Won on the screen. "Who is he?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's Matthew Eun," she answered me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stared at Ji Won some more. He had changed his name and so did Sung Hoon.      No wonder I couldn't find them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee caught me staring so she smiled at me. "The leader is cute      huh?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I blushed. "Yeah."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Too bad in real life he's such a jerk."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He is not!" I yelled at her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee scooted her seat back in shock. I apologized right away. "Sorry      Kyung Hee, I didn't mean to yell at you."&lt;br /&gt;    She had a confused look on her face but she said, "Uh, it's okay Mina."&lt;br /&gt;    I pulled a finger to my lips. "Shh…let's listen to what they have      to say…"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began talking.&lt;br /&gt;    "This is Sechkies speaking to all you losers out there watching us. We      just want to say that we're open to hire new 'employees'. We usually travel      around to our many hotels but you'll find us if you have the right connections.      Also a word to the police of Korea. Why are you picking on us?" Ji Won      asked sarcastically. "We're good, law-abiding citizens."&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won folded his hands together and gave a little bow. Then all of the Sechskies      leaders started laughing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh my gosh! Look at him!" yelled Kyung Hee and pointed to Sung      Hoon on the T.V. screen. "Look at that stupid smile and that perverted      laugh. Kekeke…"&lt;br /&gt;    Kyung Hee made a poor impression of Sung Hoon's laugh and it made me laugh.      'Geez', I thought. 'Sung Hoon would kill her if he knew she made fun of his      trademark smile'.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The show ended a little too soon for me but Ji Won did say he was visiting      many hotels and mine is the biggest one. He has to come here. I went back      to work and waited for him to come.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won entered the main doors of the Nam Hotel and headed towards the lobby.      He let out a sigh. Being in a hotel brought back to him a lot of memories.      He remembered how he would take Mina to the hotels to trash it or slide down      the long stairway banisters.&lt;br /&gt;    But those carefree days are over. His only love had died and he no longer      has the heart to love anyone else.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eversince the news of Mina's death, Ji Won began to develop a passion for      anything he thinks is related to her. Things like her hairbrush, the same      type of lipgloss she uses, her little respirator, etc. There are times when      he had to give her mouth-to-mouth if the respirator wasn't around.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won smiled remembering that she had told him that he was her first kiss.      Mina never went out with any guys so it made him really happy but he also      found it very strange. He didn't want to give her any ideas about dating other      guys so he never asked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won had changed his name to Matthew. It's to symbolize that Ji Won died      with Mina and Matthew replaced him. He chose the name Matthew because of Mina's      initial 'M' and if anyone asks, the 'M' stands for Matthew.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon wanted to change his name to Ricky but Ji Won wouldn't let him.      Ji Won only allowed him to change it if it had the letter 'M' so Sung Hoon      ended up changing it to Mickey instead.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey hyung! Over here!" shouted Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked over at his five friends. He walked over to them and was surprised      at what he saw. "What the hell is this?" he asked angrily. Every      single one of them had a girl in each arm. "What do you guys think you're    &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;doing?" he asked as he strode over to them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come on hyung," said Jae Duc. "Lighten up."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah," said Jae Jin. "We worked hard all day and now let's      have a little fun."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won rolled his eyes and then he saw two girls wrap their arms around him.      He smiled. "Yeah, I guess."&lt;br /&gt;    "Alright!" they all shouted. They like it when Ji Won is in a good      mood.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From where I was standing, I felt as though someone had stabbed me with a      knife. Ji Won looked so happy with those 2 girls sitting on both sides of      his lap. I stared at my reflection in the hotel mirror.&lt;br /&gt;    Big, glassy eyes, pale skin, and waist-length black hair. I looked kind of      like a ghost. Not much to look at, I thought sighing sadly.&lt;br /&gt;    Then I felt a tap on my shoulder and I slowly turned around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "What are you looking at?" asked Kyung Hee.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whew. I let out a sigh of relief. "They're here," I whispered to      her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Who?" she asked, looking over my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"SechsKies."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh. So you want to go serve them?" I shook my head 'no' quickly.      Kyung Hee laughed. "Okay. Don't get so worked up, Mina. I'll do it."      She took a waitress pad and headed over to their table. I remained in the      corner watching them.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hi, my name is Kyung Hee and I'll be your waitress today. May I take      your order?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All the SechsKies members looked up to the pretty, young girl who just approached      them. Instantly Sung Hoon made the 2 girls on his lap move. He looked up at      Kyung Hee, giving her his best smile.&lt;br /&gt;    "I don't know what I want for dinner, but you want to be my dessert?"      The other 5 Kies members laughed while Kyung Hee rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;    "That's so cute. Must have took you all day to think up that one huh?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ooh," shouted Ji Yong. "This one has a mouth."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon just smiled. "Feisty. I like it."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he pinched Kyung Hee's side playfully. She moved away, glaring. "Hey      don't touch me!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come on babe. Go out with me. I'll show you a good time."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hell no!" Kyung Hee shouted back in his face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Ji Won stood up. "Don't talk to my friend like that," he said      in a low threatening voice. "Or else I'll have you fired." Ji Won's      glare made Kyung Hee move back a little bit but she answered back anyways.&lt;br /&gt;    "You can't fire me! I quit!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She handed Jae Jin her apron and pad and stomped over to me in the dark corner.      "Stupid, lousy jerks," she whispered to me.&lt;br /&gt;    "I know," I whispered back, patting her shoulder. Suddenly, I caught      Ji Won staring at me. I didn't know what to say or do so I just left.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won stared at the girl who was talking to Kyung Hee. 'She looks like Mina,'      he thought. 'But can't be.'&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hyung," said Sung Hoon. "What are you looking at?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Her," said Ji Won, pointing in Kyung Hee's and Mina's direction.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You like my waitress too?" asked Sung Hoon, pouting.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No," said Ji Won, shaking his head. "Her friend. Doesn't      she look like Mina?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon glanced at the person Ji Won was pointing to and watched her walk      away. "No..." said Sung Hoon slowly. "That girl's hair is much      longer and Mina has a nicer body. That chick looks like a stick."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won cocked an eyebrow at Sung Hoon. "How do you know Mina have a      nice body?"&lt;br /&gt;    Sung Hoon's eyes widened. "I dunno… just guessing. Ji Yong's calling      me. I'll go see what he wants," Sung Hoon said quickly and ran over to      Ji Yong right away. Ji Won began to chase the girl who just left.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard some footsteps following behind me. I quickly turned a corner and      entered my room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won ran after her as fast as he could. He saw the girl turn a corner and      he continued chasing her. He saw a figure up ahead and he grabbed her by the      shoulder. When the girl turned around, she had a surprised expression on her      face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What do you want?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at the strange girl. She looked nothing like Mina. "Wrong      person." The girl walked way. Ji Won sighed. 'Maybe it's cause I miss      Mina so much that I'm beginning to see her.' He began to walk back to the      lobby, disappointedly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;From my hotel room, I was watching Ji Won with the little hole in the door.      I saw him pat a girl and then walk away with his head bowed down. I went over      and sat down on my bed. I let out a sigh. Ji Won doesn't miss me. He has too      many girls with him already. He probably forgot who I am by now.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears fell down my face and I didn't even realize it. I quickly wiped them      away. I wanted to tell myself that I hate Ji Won but I couldn't because then      I'd just be lying. There was only one thing left for me to do.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood in front of my bathroom mirror. I can't be with Ji Won as Mina, but      I wanted to be by his side to watch over him. I thought about it for a while      and remembered they were recruiting new members for Black Kies.&lt;br /&gt;    I looked at myself. Hmm…if my hair is short and put into a cap, I wear      sunglasses more, darken my skin with make-up, and lower my voice…I can      pass for a guy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I did it. Within an hour, I had transformed myself into a guy. I checked      myself over. As a guy, I didn't look too bad. I smoothed out my new short      hair and tucked it into a cap. Guys wear earrings too so I didn't have to      worry about my earring holes.&lt;br /&gt;    I wore a couple of T-shirts under my flannel and 2 pairs of boxers under my      baggy jeans so I would fill out more and wouldn't look so scrawny. I checked      my make-up, making sure I was well-covered. I put my sunglasses on.&lt;br /&gt;    'Perfect', I thought. Now all I have to do is have to pass the test to join      the gang.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won walked down the aisle looking at the 5 new candidates. He nodded his      head as he studied them.&lt;br /&gt;    "Pretty good," he said to them. "Alright," he clapped      his hands for attention. "All of you know how it's done. Jae Jin and      Jae Duc will jump each of you in. If you're still standing after 5 minutes,      then welcome to SechsKies."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only 2 of the 5 guys lasted when Jae Jin and Jae Duc were done beating them      up. "Okay," said Sung Hoon. The two newest members to join is-"&lt;br /&gt;    "Wait!" shouted a voice, interrupting Sung Hoon. Everyone looked      over to see who it was.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won stared at the young boy who was walking towards them. 'What the hell?      Damn! This kid looks like Mina!' he thought. 'I must be losing it. How come      I keep seeing her today?'&lt;br /&gt;    Sung Hoon looked at the new boy curiously. "Yes? What do you want little      man?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at Sung Hoon. 'Gosh, he developed an attitude', I thought. I took      a deep breath. This is it. "I want to join SechsKies."&lt;br /&gt;    A guy I recognized as Jang Su Won busted out laughing. He placed his hand      on top of my head. "You? How old are you boy? 15? 16? And how tall are      you now? 5'?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I moved his hand for him. "No. I'm 18 and I'm not 5', I'm 5'3."      That remark made all the other members laugh, except Ji Won. I looked at him      curiously and realized he was checking me out.&lt;br /&gt;    'Oh no', I thought. 'Please don't recognize me'.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won held up his hand for the others to stop laughing. "Hey, if he      wants a chance, then we'll give it to him."&lt;br /&gt;    Then he turned to face me. I felt my heart thumping loud and prayed he couldn't      hear it. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Dang, he smells good, I thought      as I tried to suppress a smile.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Look kid," said Ji Won to me. "You have to be jumped in to      join. These 2 guys (pointing to Jae Jin and Jae Duc) will kick the crap out      of you for 5 minutes. If you're still standing, you're in."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head. I knew I had to last because I'm doing it all for Ji Won.      I stood there as Jae Duc and Jae Jin began to hit me. Jae Jin threw the first      punch and it gave me instant pain. He's even stronger than my stepmom, I thought.      Jae Duc kicked me and I was knocked to the ground but I kept pulling myself      up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at the helpless boy who was struggling to stand up. He doesn't      understand why but when he looks at the boy, images of Mina replaced him.      Right now in his eyes, it looked like it was Mina being beaten up by Jae Jin      and Jae Duc. He couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;    "Stay down!" he yelled to the boy. Everyone stared at Ji Won. Both      Jae Jin and Jae Duc stopped hitting the boy because they were surprised that      Ji Won was being nice out of nowhere.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard Ji Won yelling for me to stay down. My ears listened but my legs      wouldn't. I refused to stay down. No matter how many times they hit me or      how hard, I managed to get up. Finally 5 minutes was over and I was still      standing.&lt;br /&gt;    "Am I in?" I asked in a weak voice. I saw Ji Won staring at me with      a surprised expression.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes, you're in." he said patting my shoulder. I smiled and fainted      into his arms.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won held the boy, surprised. He realized the boy had fainted. Usually      he would have let go if someone fainted on him, but this time he held on tight.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The other 5 Kies members looked and the 2 new recruits looked at Ji Won with      queeried eyes. "Uh, hyung," said Sung Hoon, as he patted Ji Won      on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;    "What?" asked Ji Won, as he continued holding the boy.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What should we do about the new recruits?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Give them instructions and show them to their rooms. We'll have a meeting      tomorrow."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They all left but once in a while, they all would glance back looking at      Ji Won, who was carrying the boy in the other direction.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Slowly I began to regain my consciousness and I woke up. I looked around and      realized I was in the biggest room in the Nam Hotel. The Presidential Suite.&lt;br /&gt;    "What am I doing in here?" I asked myself. Then suddenly the chair      in front of me spun around. Ji Won was sitting in it. I stared at him with      wide eyes. I started to panic because I was all alone with him in the room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won gave me a sideways glance. "You okay?" he asked. I nodded      my head. Ji Won got up out of his seat and walked towards me. He sat down      on the bed next to me and looked at me straight in the eyes. "So what's      your name?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mi-" I began but instantly cut myself off. 'Stupid, I thought to      myself. You almost said your real name!' I saw Ji Won's eyes grow wide.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What did you say your name was?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Min-Sung," I answered him quickly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh," he said and backed away from me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won stood up and walked towards the window, looking outside. He knew the      new recruit was a boy but somewhere inside him wished Min Sung would say his      name was Mina. He let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;    "There's a meeting tomorrow. Be there okay?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at Ji Won with his back facing me. It had only been 2 years but      I felt as though I couldn't read what was going on in his mind anymore. I      let out a sigh myself. "Ji Won, where do we meet later tomorrow?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The call of his real name made Ji Won suddenly look up. He ran over to where      Min Sung was sitting and grabbed him by his shoulders. "How do you know      my real Korean name? No one knows me by that. Everyone calls me Matthew."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh no, I thought. I had completely forgotten that Ji Won had changed his      name to Matthew but I thought fast. "I didn't know your name as Ji Won.      All I said was, 'Gee, wanna go out later tomorrow?'"&lt;br /&gt;    I felt Ji Won's grip on me loosen. He had bought the story. When he was looking,      I let out a sigh of relief.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I'm losing it,' thought Ji Won. "We'll meet in the main dining room      tomorrow," Ji Won told Min Sung. He nodded his head and left. Ji Won      walked out to the balcony and looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;    "I love you Mina, that's why it hurts so much that you're not here."&lt;br /&gt;    But the real Mina had left before she could have heard those words.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Meanwhile back in the hotel lobby…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Sung Hoon and the others gave the new recruits instructions and about      the meeting, they all went back to their rooms.&lt;br /&gt;    "You think there's something wrong with Matthew hyung?" asked Jae      Jin.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yeah," said Jae Duc. "Did you see the way he held the new      guy?"&lt;br /&gt;    They began to shudder.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No, it's nothing," answered Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You think maybe Matthew is gay?" asked Ji Yong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You're the one who looks gay," said Jae Duc, jokingly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Shut up!" yelled Ji Yong as he punched Jae Duc lightly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The others began to laugh. Then Su Won said, "Could be though. I never      saw him 'be' with a girl before."&lt;br /&gt;    Sung Hoon lets out a sigh. "Okay, I'll tell you guys the real deal. But      don't let this get back to Matthew okay?" They all nodded and leaned      forward to hear the story.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It was like 5 years ago when Matthew hyung met this girl named Nam      Mina…."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She a babe?" asked Jae Duc, interrupting.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon gave him a look. "Yes, Duckie, she's a babe."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh, okay," said Jae Duc. "Continue."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Anyways, Matthew knew her before he met me. It turns out that she was      the first person who ever really cared about him and Matthew fell in love      with her. But you know how hyung is. He could never tell anyone exactly what'      s on his mind or how he feels. Instead of saying he wants Mina to be his girlfriend,      he said he wants her to be his dongsang-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That's stupid!" yelled Jae Duc, interrupting Sung Hoon. "Why      did he say that for? She's a babe!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sh..!" yelled Jae Jin, Ji Yong, and Su Won at Jae Duc.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon continued. "Well, Matthew ended up having this blood ceremony      with her. They scarred each other's back with their initial. It looks like      a blood tie but later on I found out it was his symbol of promised love-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ow..that must have hurt," said Jae Duc, as he hugged himself.      Jae Jin smacked him on the head for interrupting again.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I think they knew each other for a year before they met me. At first      I thought Mina was cute, but then by the way Matthew acts, I can tell she      was off limits. See, Mina had this heart condition where air would suddenly      be closed off and she couldn't breathe. The only way to get air in was by      this respirator-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The one hyung always carry?" asked Jae Duc.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes Duckie," said Sung Hoon, rolling his eyes. "Anyways,      it was either that or mouth to mouth. Once when Matthew went collecting shells      for Mina, I was walking along the shores with her. One of her attacks came      on. I freaked out of course, but I knew what to do. I laid her down and I      was about to give her CPR but then Matthew ran the speed of light and knocked      me into the ocean and he gave her CPR."&lt;br /&gt;    The others started laughing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Dang, ain't he a Romeo?" said Jae Duc, laughing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon smiled. "It's cause he loves Mina and didn't want any other      guy touching he. I mean, during school, if any guy talks about wanting to      date her, Matthew made sure he didn't. Oh yeah, Matthew hyung hasn't always      been Matthew. His real name is Ji Won. The 'M' scar on his back stands for      Mina, not Matthew."&lt;br /&gt;    The others opened their mouths in shock. They never knew Ji Won had been this      much in love before.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How romantic," whispered Jae Duc.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Shut up hyung," said Ji Yong. "Quit interrupting!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay, okay," said Jae Duc, blocking himself from Jae Jin's hand.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon began talking.&lt;br /&gt;    "If there are no more interruptions, then I'll continue." He paused      for a second and then continued. "The day before Matthew and I made it      to Korea, he and Mina were supposed to get married. Matthew didn't like his      dad and there was this feud in their family on who gets the grandpa's inheritance.      Matthew got it, of course, and he took it all and left Hawaii. He took me      and he was planning on taking Mina too. When he went to her house though,      his uncle's men were guarding the place and he couldn't take her. He ended      up leaving Hawaii without saying goodbye to Mina."&lt;br /&gt;    All of them remained silent.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Su Won spoke. "Last year hyung sent me out to get some news on      Nam Mina. She had died drowning."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. "Yeah but Matthew and I think she committed suicide.      He think it's because Mina can't handle living with her stepmom, who always      abuse her. If you ask me, I think Mina committed suicide because Matthew left      her without any reason. I think hyung thinks that too but he won't say it.      I think he blames himself for her death and since then he hasn't been the      same. He used to be nicer and not this touchy. Also that's why he's never      been with another girl. I mean, we see him flirt with other girls but none      of us actually see him 'be' with another girl right?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The others nodded in agreement. Sung Hoon continued. "About this new      boy today. I think Matthew is losing it. He probably thinks when he sees the      boy he is see-"&lt;br /&gt;    Sung Hoon stopped talking as he looked up. He finished his sentence with a      "-See you later!" and he ran off.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The others looked up surprised. Jae Jin smacked Jae Duc on his head.&lt;br /&gt;    "What?" asked Jae Duc. "I didn't interrupt!"&lt;br /&gt;    "It's not Duckie's fault," said Ji Yong. "Look." Ji Yong      pointed to where Sung Hoon ran off too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Aigo," said Jae Jin. "It's that same waitress babe."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"See?" said Jae Duc. "It's cause of a girl, not me. You hit      me by mistake."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No, it's not a mistake. I still wanna smack your head cause it makes      this cool hollow sound," replied Jae Jin as he smacked Jae Duc on his      head again.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So, wanna go out sometime?" Sung Hoon asked Kyung Hee, leaning      near her. She rolled her eyes at him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She answered flatly, "No" and began to leave.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon held onto her arm. "Come on babe. X-mas is next month and      don't be a scrooge."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly, Kyung Hee gave him a seductive smile. "I guess. How about      we go out on November 31st then?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon gave her a sexy smile back. "It's a date then," he answered,      letting her go. The other 4 walked up to him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How'd it go Mickey?" asked Su Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey, hey, what can I say?" answered Sung Hoon cockily. "I'm      the man!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jae Jin gave him a high-five.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Alright!" yelled Jae Duc. "When you 2 going out?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"November 31st," answered Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Uh, Mickey," said Ji Yong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sup Ji Yong?" said Sung Hoon.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"November doesn't have a 31st."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?" asked Sung Hoon, surprised. He looked at the calendar.      November ended on the 30th. He looked around but Kyung Hee had already left.      He started cursing while the others tried to hold back their laughter.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 23, 1998&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This meeting of SechsKies is now in session," announced Ji Won      to the main members of the group, along with the new recruits. His voice got      their attention and they quickly focused their attention on Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won looked to see if Min Sung was there. He was. Ji Won gave a little smile      to him. He didn't know why but when he looks at Min Sung his mind would replace      Min Sung's face with Mina's.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So any new business?" he asked the members.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes," answered Jae Jin. "The Black Dragons have killed some      of our members and took away some of our businesses."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Damn it!" yelled Ji Won as he pounded his fist on the table. "We'll      just have to see that this Black Dragon matter will be solved. Mickey you,      Ji Yong, Su Won, and the 2 new recruits deal with the businesses. Jae Jin,      Jae Duc, and Min Sung will come with me." Everyone looked at Ji Won strangely.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon began to speak. "Uh, hyung. You want to take Min Sung along?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won glared at him. "Yeah. Anyone here have any objections?"      No one answered. "Meeting adjourned," announced Ji Won and everyone      went to work.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I followed the Black Kies to a dark alley. I was surprised Ji Won wanted to      take me along, considering I was one of the weakest members. I thought I would      get to work with the White Kies in businesses.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hey kid," said Jae Duc to me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What is it?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He handed me a gun. "Use this to protect yourself."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eyes widened as I held the cold metal. 'Please don't let me use it', I      prayed silently.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won walked over to Min Sung. "Okay, the coleaders of Black Dragons      are meeting around here. You'll recognize them by the dragon tattoos on their      arms. If you see them, just shoot them as they come out."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But Matthew hyung, I-" but my words were cut off the sound of      gunshots.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;POW&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Get down!" yelled Ji Won as he covered me. Then he started firing.      I covered my ears and watched Ji Won in disbelief. He had shot 4 people and      killed 3. Ji Won stood up smiling.&lt;br /&gt;    I couldn't believe it. I was in love with a cold-blooded killer. Jae Jin and      Jae Duc killed some other members and Ji Won told them to kill every single      Black Dragon member.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One Black Dragon member lay hurt on the ground. Ji Won pulled him up by the      collar of his shirt and pointed a gun to his head. "Tell me who's your      leader punk or else I'll blow your brains out."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The young boy was whimpering. I felt sorry for him. "Please don't kill      me. My leader is Eun Tae Won."&lt;br /&gt;    "Who the hell is that?" asked Ji Won angrily. "What the hell      does he have against me?"&lt;br /&gt;    "He's the godson of Mr. Eun, who's one of the heirs of the Eun Hotel      Empire and he came to get the inheritance back from you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I listened to what the boy was saying. I never knew that Ji Won's uncle had      a godson. From what I had heard, Ji Won's uncle had passed away 2 months ago      and he had an heir. 'The heir is the leader of Black Dragon', I figured out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That bastard," said Ji Won. "He's dead and he still has someone      after me." When Ji Won wasn't looking, the Black Dragon boy had pulled      out a knife, ready to stab Ji Won.&lt;br /&gt;    I didn't have time to think so I reacted instantly. I shot the boy. He fell      back in pain but managed to get up and run away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at me surprised. He gave me a smile. "Good job, Min Sung,"      he said walking over to me and patted me on the back. I was appalled at what      I had done. I couldn't answer him so I just handed him back the gun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just then Jae Jin and Jae Duc came back to us. "Got them all hyung,"      said Jae Jin smiling as he did fancy handwork with his gun.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Good," said Ji Won. "Min Sung here just saved my life. I      knew it was a good idea to bring him along."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Really?" asked Jae Duc. "Nice work kid." Then he punched      me lightly on the shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we made it back to the hotel, I ran into my room using my respirator      and swallowed a pill. Afterwards, I took a shower. I felt so dirty because      what I had done. I knew this was going to be only one of the many dirty work      I would have to do to stay with Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 26&lt;br /&gt;    A few months later…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;During this time, since I saved Ji Won's life, he began to trust me more      and confided in me with everything. I was like his new best friend. SechsKies      continued traveling to many places and recruited new members.&lt;br /&gt;    More war between SechsKies and Black Dragons broke out. Many businesses were      shut down and more members were killed from both sides. All the blood shed      and fighting was getting to me but I held on. All the members of SechsKies      accepted me but sometimes I overhear them whisper that I'm gay. I didn't care      as long as I had Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 30, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, after many days of hard work, SechsKies finally got a day of rest.      The leaders always hang out together but Ji Won always included me. We were      at this fancy restaurant and were all having a good time. Jae Duc was telling      us funny jokes. He stopped in the middle of a joke as he saw the Black Dragon      leaders enter the restaurant.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tension was felt by everyone. The Black Dragons sat down across from us.      Ji Won and Tae Won were giving each other glares.&lt;br /&gt;    Underneath the tables, we pulled out our guns. I knew the Black Dragons were      doing the same. We didn't know which side fired the first shot but before      we knew it, bullets were flying everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won covered me as we ran out of the restaurant safely. We met up with      the other 5 Kies in a dark alley. The Black Dragons were still chasing us.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Damn it hyung! What should we do?" asked Jae Jin.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kill them all!" shouted Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There are too many," Ji Yong shouted back. "Let's just hide      out in this motel." We all ran and hid in this cheap motel's restaurant.      The Black Dragons lost us and continued searching.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't believe this!" said Ji Won furiously. "I, Matthew      Eun, of SechsKies have to hide down here in this cockroach motel like I'm      a dog or something!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Calm down," I said to him gently, patting his back. "It's      not so bad."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah hyung," said Sung Hoon. "It's only for one night. Besides,      we'll make them pay for this."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of us looked around. There was only one bed. I could tell none of us      wanted the floor because it was disgusting and reeked of something. "I      ain't taking the floor!" all of us shouted in unison.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There's only one bed though," said Su Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Look on the bright side," said Jae Duc as he laid out the sheets      on the bed. "At least it's king size."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head. "It'll be tight but we'll all have to try and fit      in."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon it was Jae Jin, Jae Duc, Ji Won, me, Sung Hoon, Ji Yong, and Su Won      lying down side by side uncomfortably on the bed. We were laying down one      by one and the others looked at me strangely as I ran to be the next person      who lie near Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soon everyone fell asleep except me. I made sure everyone was asleep before      I made my move. I bent over to kiss Ji Won lightly on the lips. Then I laid      my head down on his chest to hear his heart beat. I sighed contentedly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly I felt Ji Won's leg twitch. Oh no. I knew what he was about      to do. His 360. I placed my entire body on top of his because I didn't want      to get kicked.&lt;br /&gt;    As Ji Won did his 360, he kicked everyone except me off the bed. As always      when Ji Won was done, he had a huge smile on his face. Then he held onto me      tightly. I was overwhelmed with happiness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The others must have been exhausted because none of them woke up except Jae      Duc. He opened his eyes sleepily and said, "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;    "You're dreaming," I whispered to him. He nodded his head and went      back to sleep. Soon I drifted off to sleep too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 27&lt;br /&gt;    Next Morning…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 1, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began to stir. He woke up finding Min Sung holding onto him tightly.      Ji Won widened his eyes and gently unraveled Min Sung's arms and legs off      of him.&lt;br /&gt;    The guys already called Min Sung gay and he didn't want them to think he's      gay too. He sat up and saw 5 of the SechsKies leaders lying on the floor.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Sung Hoon began to wake up. He sat up and looked around. "Gross!      How the hell did I end up down here?" Ji Won shrugged his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;    Then Jae Duc woke up. "Damn, my butt hurts. It feels like someone kicked      it last night." Then one by one everyone woke up.&lt;br /&gt;    "P.U.!," yelled Jae Jin. "This floor stinks!" Everyone      started laughing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sorry you guys," said Ji Won laughing. "I must have done      a 360 and kicked you all off."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How come you didn't fall off Min Sung?" asked Ji Yong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uh, oh, I thought. "I did," I answered him. "But I got back      up and went to sleep on the bed again."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Really?" asked Su Won. "I didn't even know. I just went right      on sleeping."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. It was weird but somehow Ji Won had a feeling      that Min Sung knew he does a 360 in his sleep. 'But that's impossible,' he      thought to himself. 'Only Mina knows that and why didn't Min Sung say anything      about me kicking him?' Ji Won didn't know what was going on with Min Sung      but he knew he had to find out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all got up and ready to leave the room. The coast seemed clear so we walked      out unarmed. Big mistake. There was an ambush waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;    "Disperse!" yelled Ji Won and we all ran our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;    Black Dragons chased after each one of us. I lost the Black Dragon member      that was chasing me but I didn't want to go back the hotel room without Ji      Won so I turned back to get him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I found Ji Won, he was backed up against the wall by a Black Dragon.      It was the leader, Tae Won. He was telling Ji Won to bow down and beg for      mercy but Ji Won ended up spitting in his face. Tae Won got angry and pulled      the knife back to stab Ji Won in his throat.&lt;br /&gt;    I ran as fast as I could and knocked Tae Won down. He dropped the knife and      fell to the floor with me. As he fell, he used the handled of the knife to      knock Ji Won unconscious. Tae Won got up glaring at me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Do you know whom you're messing with?" he asked me angrily.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I glared at him back unflinching. "I'll make you pay for hurting Ji      Won."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh you must be the gay SechsKies member I've heard so much about,"      said Tae Won laughing. "You're afraid your faggot leader would die leaving      you alone?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That made me really angry. I didn't care that he called me gay but calling      Ji Won a faggot ticked me off. Since he was distracted, I grabbed the hand      he was holding the sword with, and made him stab himself. He cried out in      shock and pain. He pulled knife out of him.&lt;br /&gt;    Tae Won pushed me away and cuts me in the knee with his knife. I fell down      and saw him raise the knife above my head. I was going to die.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly a voice screamed out, "Gang Rape!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It made Tae Won run off. I looked over to see who it was. It was Kyung Hee      screaming for the cops. I saw her looking at me sighing and walked away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Kyung Hee!" I screamed for her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me strangely as she approached me. "Do I know you?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head and motioned for her to come near me. When she did, I whispered      in her ear, "It's me, Mina."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina? But you're a guy!" she yelled back at me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Look at me closely."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When she did, her eyes widened as she grabbed a hold of me. "Mina, it      is you!" I turned her back to face me. "Please help me bring Ji      Won back to the hotel." Kyung Hee made a face of disgust.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What are you doing with the SechsKies leader and why are you dressed      like a guy?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'll explain later," I told her. We both put Ji Won's arms around      us as we carried him back. Along the way we found Sung Hoon unconscious on      the ground, bleeding. I set Ji Won down gently and lifted Sung Hoon up.&lt;br /&gt;    "Sung Hoon!" I said, shaking him. He was hurt badly. "Kyung      Hee, please do me a favor. You carry Sung Hoon while I carry Ji Won."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee looked at me reluctantly but then nodded. I lifted Ji Won onto      my back and carried him back to the Nam Hotel. My leg was still bleeding from      the cut and I was limping.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mina, can you carry him?" Kyung Hee asked me, concerned.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'll be fine," I answered her as we made it back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I took Ji Won back to his room while Kyung Hee took Sung Hoon back to his.      I washed Ji Won's cuts and nursed his wounds. When he was bandaged, I sat      down on the chair next to his bed.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly, I couldn't breathe. One of my attacks is coming on and I didn't      have my respirator with me. My heart was aching so painfully that I was gasping      in pain. But then I remembered Ji Won had a respirator. I searched his pockets      and sure enough, there it was. I started pumping it quickly and air entered      my lungs.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My vision cleared and I began to breathe easier. Then I put it back into      his pocket. My touch made Ji Won stir. He began to wake up. He looked at me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Min Sung?" he asked weakly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head. "Yes, it's me hyung."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won lifted himself up. "Where am I?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We're back at our hotel."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh," Ji Won said as he looked at my leg. "What happened to      your knee?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked down at it. It was bleeding through my pants. "It's nothing      hyung. I'll be okay in a few days."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Did Tae Won do this to you?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won pounded his fist on his desk. "Damn him! I'll get him back."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's okay hyung," I said calming him down.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"By the way," he asked me suddenly, "how did you end up finding      me? Weren't you supposed to come back here by yourself?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;His question hit me by surprise. I answered him truthfully. "I came      back to look for you because I was worried you might be in danger." I      saw Ji Won look at me awkwardly and inched himself away from me. 'He thinks      I'm gay', I thought.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Uh, thanks for coming back to save me then," Ji Won said to Min      Sung awkwardly. Min Sung nodded and left his room. Ji Won lets out a sigh.      He loved Min Sung as a friend and definitely nothing more. He didn't want      Min Sung to have any thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instinctively Ji Won reached into his pocket to check to see if his respirator      was still there. It was but it was different. Ji Won stared at it with wide      eyes. His once filled respirator was now only half full with air.&lt;br /&gt;    Someone had been using it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Later that evening Ji Won posted a note on my door telling me to meet him.      It was 8 p.m. and I knocked the door to his room.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come in," said Ji Won. I entered his room, not knowing what he      was going to say. "Follow me," he ordered. He left the room and      I followed him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He took me to the beach that was near our hotel. Then he walked over to a      spot where there were two rocks side by side. I caught my breath. This looks      exactly like our spot in Hawaii, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come here and sit next to me, Min Sung," said Ji Won to me, patting      the rock next to him. I sat down near him and closed my eyes as I breathed      in the salty sea air.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began to study Min Sung. 'He looks like Mina in a way,' he thought.      'Could he be Mina in another form?' Ji Won didn't believe in reincarnation      but Min Sung was too much like Mina for him. He wanted to see if somehow Min      Sung was Mina so he had to test him.&lt;br /&gt;    "Min Sung, you want to hear a story?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Sure," said Min Sung eagerly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won smiled as he told his story. "There once was this rich boy who      came from a messed up family. He had no friends at all. Then one day he met      this little girl who became his friend. She was really nice to him, unlike      his family, so he began to adopt her as his dongsang." Ji Won paused      right there to see Min Sung's reaction.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My smile faded when Ji Won began his story. He was talking about our life      in Hawaii. Then I figured out he was testing me. 'The respirator', I thought.      'I must have drained it when I was using it so now he suspects me'. I steadied      myself and tried my best to give no reaction.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung, who appeared to have no reaction to the story.      "Well what do you think?" Ji Won asked him.&lt;br /&gt;    "That's a cute story, hyung," he said, shrugging his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won continued. "Do you know why he took extra care of his dongsang?"      Min Sung shook his head no. "It's because she has this heart problem      and needed this respirator to breathe." He took out the respirator from      his pocket and showed it to Min Sung. Again, no reaction.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Poor girl," said Min Sung.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes, poor girl," said Ji Won sadly. "She died a few years      later."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at Ji Won sadly. I knew Ji Won felt bad because of my death but      since I'm no one special to him, it wouldn't matter if he knew the truth that      Mina was still alive and with him right now. Then Ji Won took out a stone      and handed me one. I rubbed the white marble stone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;    "Throw it," he told me. I shook my head no. To me it was like a      present so I didn't throw it but just kept it in my pocket. Ji Won threw his      into the ocean. It skipped 3 times.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Perfect," he said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why is it perfect?" I asked him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This time I wished he would tell me the significance of the 3-skip. "When      the stone skips 3 times, it means 3 words. I love you." I looked at Ji      Won in an overwhelming joy. Did Ji Won love me? He had thrown the rock and      it skipped 3 times many times before.&lt;br /&gt;    "So did the rich boy ever really loved his dongsang?" I asked Ji      Won.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won looked at me. "Of course he does. He has a lot of brotherly love      for her."&lt;br /&gt;    "Oh," I whispered softly. My heart began to ache.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Ji Won continued staring at the ocean, I began to walk home with a heavy      heart. Ji Won began to shake his head. 'Mina's dead already so why am I denying      that I love her?' he thought to himself as he stared out to the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;    "Actually, Min Sung, the rich boy loved his dongsang the first day he      met her but he's such a weak person. He never could admit his feelings for      her and just waited for her to say that she loves him first."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won turned around and saw that Min Sung had left. 'Oh well,' he thought      as he headed back to the hotel.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *Since some of you wanted to hear more about Sung Hoon and Kyung Hee, this      chapter is a little side story.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon woke up aching. He realized he was back at the Nam Hotel and in      his room. "How did I make it back here?" he asked himself. Then      he realized he was wearing nothing but his boxers. His bathroom door suddenly      opened and out came Kyung Hee. "Hey!" he shouted as he pulled a      blanket over to cover himself.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee rolled her eyes. "It's too late for that. I've seen it all      already," she told him as she yanked the blanket away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon crossed his arms over his chest. "So you took advantage of      me in my weak state?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So what if I did?" she snapped at him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"That means you have to marry me and support me while I give birth to      your child." Kyung Hee couldn't help but laugh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon smiled at her. 'I guess he isn't so bad,' she thought. "You      know," said Sung Hoon quietly. "You didn't have to diss me like      that when you said you'll go out with me." Kyung Hee looked at him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I had to! You were such an arrogant jerk and you wouldn't leave me      alone."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Maybe it's because I like you too much to leave you alone," he      replied back.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee blushed a little and decided to change the subject. "Give      me your arm," she said to him. Sung Hoon's right arm was bleeding and      Kyung Hee began to wash the cut.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ow!" he yelled in pain, pulling his arm back. "That hurts."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Does it?" Kyung Hee asked him, concerned. "I'm sorry."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She leaned over to blow on his cut. Sung Hoon stared at her the entire time.      He felt warm and shy being around her. He never felt this way for a girl before.      She was nice to him and not dissing him like she usually does. He really liked      that feeling. Kyung Hee gently placed his arm into a cast.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There," she said. "All better."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You know," said Sung Hoon softly. "Everyone says kisses make      boo-boos feel better and go away."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Kyung Hee was nursing Sung Hoon, she developed a liking for him and      his nice body was a good addition. "Really?" she asked skeptically.      "I don't believe you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why don't you test it out then?" he challenged her smiling.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Maybe I will," she said, flirting back. "Where does it hurt?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon pointed to his knee. Kyung Hee kissed it. Then he pointed to his      hand. She kissed it too. Slowly he pointed to his forehead, which she also      kissed. He worked his way down to his nose. Kyung Hee couldn't help but laugh      as she kissed his nose lightly. Sung Hoon's nose was broken.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he pointed to his lips. Kyung Hee was about to kiss it lightly but then      Sung Hoon held onto her tightly to deepen the kiss. Kyung Hee felt drawn to      him so she didn't push him away. He turned her over so she lie down on his      bed, with him on top of her.&lt;br /&gt;    His hand went under the back of her shirt and he stopped there. Kyung Hee      continued kissing him and ran her fingers through his hair. Since she wasn't      stopping him, he was about to continue when…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*knock knock*&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I'm going to kill that person,' thought Sung Hoon as he broke off the kiss.      "Yeah? What is it?" he yelled.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Matthew wants all of us to go down to the dining room for a meeting,"      said Ji Yong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay, I'll be there in 5 minutes!" Sung Hoon yelled back. When      he heard footsteps of Ji Yong leaving, he kissed Kyung Hee once more. "Sorry      honey, I have to go but I'll be right back." Kyung Hee nodded and helped      him into his clothes.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 31&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Order SechsKies!" yelled Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ooh, ooh," said Jae Duc. "I want some kimbab!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won glared at him. Jae Duc shuts up. "Now I want to talk to all of      you about Min Sung. He's only been here for a few months but he had saved      my life twice and not to mention, Sung Hoon's." Sung Hoon slapped Min      Sung on the back and smiled.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Now," continued Ji Won. "What do you want Min Sung? A car,      money, women? Tell us and it's yours."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah," said Sung Hoon. "Just name it buddy and it's yours."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought about it for a while. The only thing I wanted was Ji Won but I      couldn't say that. Since he was suspecting me so much there was only one thing      I should ask for. "I want a woman," I told them. They all opened      their mouths in shock.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Alright Min Sung, you dog!" yelled Sung Hoon, breaking the silence.      "At least you're proving to us that you're a man now!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Okay," said Ji Won slowly. "Who's the girl?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So Kyung Hee," I announced.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw Sung Hoon's smiling face turn mad.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Who do you want?" Sung Hoon asked me in disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I repeated myself. "So Kyung Hee."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon grabbed me by the collar of my shirt. "Out of all the girls      you could have picked, why her?" he yelled at me. I knew Sung Hoon liked      Kyung Hee but Kyung Hee was the only person that could help me.&lt;br /&gt;    "I happen to like her too," I answered him. "Besides, you all      said I can have anything I want, and I want Kyung Hee."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He's right," said Ji Won softly. "We can't go back on our      words." Ji Won clapped his hands for attention. "So Kyung Hee now      belongs to Ahn Min Sung. Anyone from SechsKies who touches her, the penalty      is death."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Su Won and Ji Yong had to hold Sung Hoon back from attacking me. "I      thought you were my friend!" he yelled as they took him away. I sighed      and headed for my room.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at Min Sung as he was walking away. "Min Sung."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes hyung?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you sure that's what you want?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes hyung. I've never been more sure in my life." Then Min Sung      left.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I made it back into my room, Kyung Hee was in there waiting for me.      "What the hell is going on?" she asked me. I knew it was time to      tell her my story. When I finished, she was bawling like a baby. I handed      her a tissue.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Th..that is s..so..romantic," Kyung Hee said, sobbing.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I patted her head as she leaned on me. "No, it's not."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So you're not going to tell Ji Won who you really are?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shook my head. "It wouldn't matter anyways."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How do you know? If he knows you're still alive, who knows? He might      fall in love with you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Maybe," I began slowly. "But then he'd love me out of pity      and not out of love. I don't want that."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Oh." Kyung Hee stared at the floor. "I wonder if Mickey really      likes me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?!" I asked in surprise.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She looked at me sheepishly. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that Mickey and      I are beginning to fall for each other."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why didn't you tell me?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I didn't have a chance to. Besides, it just happened."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'm sorry Kyung Hee."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's okay," she said as she hugged me. "We'll just have to      put our little romance on hold for a while. You're more important."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No, I'll go tell-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My words were cut off by my lack of air. This time my attack was worser than      it ever had been before. Kyung Hee stared at me frightened.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mina! What's happening?"&lt;br /&gt;    "C..can't breathe…" I managed to say. She lifted me up.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Don't let the others see me," I said to her before I collapsed      into total darkness.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 32&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Slowly I began to open my eyes. I closed them instantly because the light      reflecting me was so bright. 'Am I on the other side?' I wondered. I managed      to squint my eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;    I found myself strapped to a pulse racer machine and an IV fluid was hooked      up to me. I started to look around my room. I was in a hospital and I saw      that my door was open slightly ajar. Then I heard 2 voices talking and I began      to eavesdrop.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's a miracle that she's still alive," said the doctor.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Is she going to be okay?" Kyung Hee asked him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Well, according to these test results, her heart will expire any time      now. We need to get her a heart transplant soon because she's past overdue      for 2 years already. I made some calls and there is a matching donor for her      in England."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I'll have to talk to her about it."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Please do," said the doctor. "It's her only hope of living."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee slowly entered my room. She stared at me with wide eyes. "You      heard everything Mina?"&lt;br /&gt;    I nodded my head weakly and took the air respirator off my mouth. "You      can tell him to forget about it. I'm not going to England for a couple of      months to get surgery."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee ran over and shook me. "Mina, are you crazy? You have to or      you'll die."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No," I told her stubbornly. "It was so hard for me to find      Ji Won and I won't let go of him just like that."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee began to cry. "I don't want you to die though."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at her sadly. "You're a good friend Kyung Hee. I know you'll      be the perfect girl for Sung Hoon." I yanked the IV tube off my arm.      "Come on. Let's go home."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A little over a month later….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart condition began to grow worse. My attacks became more frequently      and undetected. It would happen during odd times like when I'm showering or      having dinner with the SechsKies guys. Luckily Kyung Hee was always there      by my side to cover for me.&lt;br /&gt;    Sung Hoon hated me. I can tell by the way he acts. He probably thinks that      Kyung Hee really likes Ahn Min Sung (that's me). What he doesn't know is Kyung      Hee truly does love him and it breaks her heart seeing him go out with other      girls. I think he's doing that to make her jealous.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As for Ji Won, he began to grow distant towards me. He wouldn't talk to me      much and he's been depressed about something lately. I wish I could know what      was bothering him because it hurts me to see him sad like that.&lt;br /&gt;    Secrets are definitely hard to keep. Especially ones that you have to cover      everyday. I should have known that my disguise and heart attacks would be      exposed soon but it just came to me unexpectedly…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 33&lt;br /&gt;    June 15, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won was in his depressed state again. There was this empty void inside      him that he couldn't erase. It was a recurring pain that never seemed to end.      He felt lonely.&lt;br /&gt;    Whenever he sees Min Sung and Kyung Hee together, it disturbs him. He could't      figure out what it was but he kept finding something wrong with the picture.      Then a knock came on his door.&lt;br /&gt;    "Come in," he said, without bothering to see who it was.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I entered Ji Won's room holding a tray of food. Now these days since he was      in his isolated stage, he didn't eat much anymore. I was beginning to worry.      I didn't have much time left with him so I wanted to take care of him the      best I could with the time I still had left.&lt;br /&gt;    "Hyung? Are you hungry? I brought you some food."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won turned around to see who it was. It was Min Sung. "Just put it      down." Min Sung placed it down before Ji Won. Ramyun, mee-yuk-gook, rice,      and curry. 'How does he know I like these food?' Ji Won thought. "Take      it away I don't want it."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But hyung, you haven't eaten for days. Please eat a little bit."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I said take it away!" Ji Won yelled, his anger exploding. He knocked      over the tray of food. It ended up spilling all over Min Sung. Ji Won and      Min Sung stared at each other. Neither of them knew what to say. Min Sung      leaned over to clean up the spilled food and then left.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won fell back in his chair. He ran his hands through his hair frustrated.      Min Sung was too much like Mina that it was driving him crazy. Ji Won knew      he was out of line though, so he began to walk to Min Sung's room to apologize.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'What a mess', I thought as I stripped out of my clothes. I soaked myself      into a hot water bath, hoping it could wash away all my troubles. When I was      done with my bath, I wrapped myself up in a towel and got out of the tub.      Then I heard my room door open and then close.&lt;br /&gt;    'Must be Kyung Hee', I thought as I began to put my clothes on.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won entered Min Sung's room, not knowing what to say. He wasn't good at      apologizing. He looked around and didn't see Min Sung anywhere. Then he heard      the sound of water draining. He figured Min Sung must be in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won opened the door slightly and saw Min Sung's bare back. He shuts the      door quietly and began to leave. He planned to apologize later but then his      mind began to sort out what he had just seen. Min Sung's back had an 'E' on      it. Ji Won breaks the open the door to the bathroom.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was buttoning up my long sleeve shirt when my door suddenly opened. I stared      at Ji Won in shock but then remembered I wasn't completely dressed yet. I      buttoned up the remaining buttons and then faced him.&lt;br /&gt;    "Hyung!" I said surprised. "What are you doing here?"      I caught Ji Won looking down at my shirt. I had buttoned it all wrong and      a great deal of my body was showing. Oh hell, I thought. "Hyung, I can      explain-" I began to tell him but I never had a chance to.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won stared at Min Sung's exposed body. Without thinking, he ripped open      Min Sung's shirt finding that Min Sung was indeed a woman. Min Sung stood      still, stunned at what Ji Won had just did. He turned Min Sung's back to him.      There it was. His 'E.'&lt;br /&gt;    "M...Mina?" he asked uncertainly, afraid to hope.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't know what I was more embarrassed from. Letting Ji Won expose me      or being caught. In all my life I had never been angry at Ji Won but I didn't      know why I reacted impulsively. As I held my shirt together, I slapped Ji      Won across the face hard with my other hand. His head snapped to the side.      He held his cheeks as he turned to face me.&lt;br /&gt;    "How could you do this to me Ji Won?" I asked him screaming. "Get      out! Get out!" I started to push him out the door.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won was in shock. Mina, he thought. He grabbed her arms as she pushed      him out. "Mina, don't! Is it really you?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I glared at him. As if he knew, Ji Won took off his jacket and puts it around      my shoulders. I zipped it up, covering myself. "Yes Ji Won, it is me      Mina."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But I thought you were dead."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I didn't die. I faked my death."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"So I could go to Korea."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You came all the way from Hawaii to find me? Why didn't you just tell      me who you are?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at Mina, who had tears coming out of her eyes. He was about      to brush them off for her but then Mina pushed his hand away.&lt;br /&gt;    "That's the only way I could do to be with you. Join SechsKies."      Ji Won stared at Mina as she continued talking. "After you left me all      alone in Hawaii, my life became so miserable. Not because of my stepmom, but      because of you. I finally found a way to leave Hawaii to find you. I was so      happy when I thought about how I could see you again. I thought-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began to feel a rush of mixed emotions. Mina's words made him sad      but seeing her alive in front of him, made him want to hold onto her and never      let her go. He paused to let her continue.&lt;br /&gt;    "-I thought that we could be together like we were….oppa and dongsang      in Hawaii. But obviously, I was wrong. You had all those girls around you      that you've completely forgotten about me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Each one of Mina's words      stabbed him like a knife. "Mina, you don't understand. I-" Mina      didn't wait for his explanation and ran. Ji Won chased after her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina!" he yelled as he chased her out of the hotel.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hyung," said Su Won as he saw Ji Won ran by him. Ji Won pushed      him out of the way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee ran up to the 5 Kies. "What happened?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Su Won shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Ji Won was chasing Min      Sung and kept screaming Mina."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyung Hee stumbled back and Sung Hoon caught her. 'Oh no, poor Mina,' she      thought. She turned around to see Sung Hoon looking at her sadly. Kyung Hee      moved close to him and held onto him tight. Neither one of them lets go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 34&lt;br /&gt;    June 16, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was 3 a.m. and Ji Won had lost Mina. As he chased her down the streets      he lost track of where she ran off to. "Mina!" he continued shouting.      His cries echoed throughout the streets. A lot of people heard him yelling.      So did the Black Dragons.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tae Won silently crept behind Ji Won. Ji Won was all alone. Tae Won gave      an evil smile. He had a plan. He and his sidekick began to set up a trap for      Ji Won, which they knew he would fall for.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina!"&lt;br /&gt;    I covered my ears. I didn't want to hear Ji Won's voice. I was so confused.      All I ever wanted was to be with Ji Won but now it's all complicated. I leaned      back against the alley wall. I needed time to think.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won ran through the alleys as he continued searching for Mina. Then he      ran into Tae Won. Out of the darkness, Tae Won stepped out. "Looking      for someone?" he asked.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah," said Ji Won, glaring at him. "I'm looking for Min      Sung."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The punk that stabbed me?" Tae Won asked furiously.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yeah."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I got him."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You do?" Ji Won asked surprised. "Hand him over!"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"There he is," said Tae Won, pointing to a figure up ahead. From      the back it did look like Min Sung but little did Ji Won know that it was      all a setup.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina?" Ji Won whispered as he approached the person. It was a      Black Dragon member. He grabbed a hold of Ji Won around the neck and began      shooting Ji Won continually in the stomach.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked out from where I was hiding when I heard gunshots. "Ji Won!"      I screamed as I ran out from where I hid. My scream threw the Black Dragon      member off guard. Seeing his chance, Ji Won grabbed the gun from him and shot      him in the head. He fell to the floor dead. Tae Won started to run away but      Ji Won aimed a shot directly at his heart. Tae Won fell down dead too.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at me and then collapsed to the cold ground. He wasn't able      to hold on any longer. Rain began to pour.&lt;br /&gt;    "Ji Won!" I screamed, shaking him.&lt;br /&gt;    He was still breathing but barely. I lifted Ji Won up on my back and carried      him to a nearby hospital. The rain drenched us and it grew hard for me to      carry him because of the weight. However, I managed to make it. They rushed      him into the emergency room.&lt;br /&gt;    Four hours later, the doctor came out.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"How is he?" I asked as I ran up to him.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"He was shot 4 times in the stomach region. As you know, a person needs      at least one kidney to survive but both of his are destroyed. Unless we can      find a donor, he'll have to die."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Give him mine," I told the doctor right away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you sure?" I nodded my head. "Because of your heart condition,      if we have this operation that means you can die instantly during the transfer."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded my head again. "I understand. Please let's have the operation      now."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They tested me and luckily I was compatible with Ji Won. Six hours later      the surgery was completed. It's a miracle that I'm still alive. I knew not      for long though.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up finding myself in a hospital bed with Ji Won on a bed next to me.      He was still in a coma. I got out of bed and went near him. I stroked his      hair gently as I bent down to kiss him.&lt;br /&gt;    "I love you Ji Won," I whispered to him. Then I left the room, going      to the last place I wanted to be.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 35&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won began to wake up. He looked around and realized he was in a hospital      room. Slowly his door began to open and the rest of SechsKies entered his      room.&lt;br /&gt;    "Hyung?" asked Sung Hoon. "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won nodded his head weakly as he pulled himself up. "I'm okay now."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jae Jin walked over to his bedside. "We're so sorry Matthew hyung. We      didn't know what happened until this morning. We got revenge for you though      when we wiped out the entire Black Dragon hideout."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It's okay," he told them softly as they all bowed down.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then a knock came to his door. The doctor came in. "Oh good, you're      awake," he said.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at him. "Thanks for saving me Doc."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"No need to thank me. Your girlfriend is the one who saved your life."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won began to panic. "What did she do?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"She could have gotten a chance to go to England to get a heart transplant      but she decided to stay to give you her kidney instead."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The girl…where is she?" he asked frantically.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The doctor looked around the room. "She was supposed to be in here-"      Ji Won got out of bed and ran out of the room, leaving everyone staring after      him.&lt;br /&gt;    "Hyung!" all the 5 Kies shouted but Ji Won had already left. He      ran searching for Mina. He knew where she went.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 36&lt;br /&gt;    June 17, 1999&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Please let Ji Won be okay', I prayed to myself silently. Hopefully my prayers      will be answered. So is this the end? My heart never changed because it was      still the same one I loved Ji Won with. I couldn't bear the thought of trading      it with someone else. I was so confused. Had I finished what I had really      come for? What will happen to my love for Ji Won? I didn't know these answers.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt weaker and my pen fell from my fingers. I stopped my story right there.      Truth is, I didn't know how to end it so I might as well leave it unfinished.      I took off my cap and clothes. I was wearing a long white flowing dress underneath.      It was the kind I always wanted to wear when I thought I was going to marry      Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hair had grown out a little bit. It grazed my chin. I started to put on      some light make up and combed my hair. I don't know why I'm getting dressed      up for but I knew I wanted to die looking like Nam Mina, and not Ahn Min Sung.      I looked at my reflection again. 'At least I look like a girl now', I thought      with a little laugh.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was done, I leaned against the hard rock and wrapped my arms around      it, pretending it was Ji Won. Then I heard a voice yelling out my name. "Mina!"      I recognized the voice. Ji Won. I smiled, knowing at least he'll be the last      person I'll see before I go.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked around the beach and saw a figure in a white dress. 'Mina,'      he thought as he ran towards her. It was Mina. He lifted her into his arms      and onto his lap as he sat down on the rocks. "Mina," he whispered      to her and kissed her on the neck and face. Tears began to fall down his face.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;All of my energy seemed to have been drained as I forced myself to open my      eyes. My face felt wet but it wasn't from my tears and it wasn't raining either.      My vision was kind of blurred and I couldn't see Ji Won too well. I reached      up to touch his face. It was wet. "Ji Won," I whispered to him.      "Please don't cry. You're scaring me. I've never seen you cry before."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked down at Mina, through his tear-filled eyes. "I'm so sorry      Mina."&lt;br /&gt;    "Don't say you're sorry," she whispered back to him. "You've      done nothing wrong."&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won shook his head. "I'm so sorry. You've done so much for me and      I haven't even realized it. I haven't done anything for you except put you      through a lot of pain."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reached up to wipe away Ji Won's tears. "I didn't expect anything      back from you oppa. But I want to know why did you leave me in Hawaii? I could      have called the wedding off if you didn't want to marry me." I felt Ji      Won's grip on me tighten.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I didn't mean to leave you Mina," answered Ji Won, his voice shaking.      "I couldn't take my dad anymore. My grandpa had given me his inheritance      and I planned on taking you and Sung Hoon with me. I didn't tell you about      it because I was afraid you wouldn't leave your family for me. When I came      to your house to get you, my uncle's men were there waiting for me and chased      me to the docks. I escaped but I wanted to go back but couldn't. I could have      put your life in danger. This isn't the first time I've cried Mina. I cried      when I knew I was going to be separated from you."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite the pain, I managed to smile. Ji Won didn't want to leave me, I thought.      "Look Ji Wonee, I'm wearing the dress I always wanted to wear if we had      gotten married."&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won looked at me. "You're beautiful Mina," he said to me. "If      everything would have gone as planned, we could have been married here in      Korea."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing was still bothering me. I think I managed to hold onto my life      this long because of this question. "Ji Wonee, do you love me? I mean      romantically, and not as your dongsang."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked down at Mina. She was beautiful. His heart ached when he saw      how pale she was. He realized she never did know that he had loved her all      along. "Yes, Mina," he told her. "I loved you since the first      day we met. I loved you then and I had never stopped loving you." He      bent down to kiss her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart was deepened to a warm bliss. Ji Won said he loved me, I told myself      as I felt him kiss me. Then a cold realization washed over me but I didn't      really care. I always thought that I was hurt when I didn't receive Ji Won's      love. Instead, I found out my pain came from when I didn't give Ji Won enough      love. I haven't told Ji Won I loved him yet.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ji Won," I said to him as he looked down at me. "Thank you      for making my dream come true by saying that you love me. I know you're lying      and just saying it to repay me but you didn't have to. I did it all because      I-I-"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was losing my voice. Not now, please, I prayed as tears fell down my face.      I need to tell him before I go. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the      white marble stone Ji Won had given to me when I was Min Sung. I pointed towards      the ocean to make Ji Won look. I threw the stone with all my remaining strength.      It skipped 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;    'Perfect,' I thought as I closed my eyes for the last time.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Ji Won listened to what Mina was saying, he was stunned still. He couldn't      believe his ears. She thought he was saying he loved her as payment of what      she had done for him. More tears fell down his face as he shook his head.      Then when Mina pointed out to the ocean, Ji Won saw her throw the stone he      had given her.&lt;br /&gt;    It skipped 3 times. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won smiled, knowing that Mina loved him too. He had known that she had      loved him all along but she never told it to him either. "Mina, you don't      understand. I do love you!" he shouted. Then Ji Won looked down at her.      She had passed on.&lt;br /&gt;    "Mina?"&lt;br /&gt;    He shook her gently. Her body was still and completely lifeless. "Mina!"      he screamed in pain. He held onto her tightly, burying his face into her neck.      He was crying so loudly and painfully that both their bodies shook.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon and the others finally made it to where Ji Won and Mina was. They      circled Ji Won, who was bent over holding someone they couldn't see.&lt;br /&gt;    "Hyung," said Sung Hoon as he put his hand on Ji Won's shoulder.      "Are you okay? Where's Min Sung?"&lt;br /&gt;    Ji Won lifted his head up and Sung Hoon saw who Ji Won was holding. He fell      back into the sand shocked.&lt;br /&gt;    "M…Mina?" he asked in disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina?" the others repeated.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Min Sung is Mina?" asked Ji Yong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won nodded his head. "She dressed up as a guy to join SechsKies to      be with me."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You're right, Mickey. Mina did love Matthew hyung," said Jae Duc      quietly.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon got up and hugged both Ji Won's and Mina's bodies tightly. "Why?"      he asked crying. Everyone remained silent. Ji Won shook his head. He moved      away from Sung Hoon and turned to face all of them.&lt;br /&gt;    "SechsKies is my family. You guys are all like my brothers. Please be      my witness as I make this promise to Mina." They nodded their heads sadly      and listened.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mina," Ji Won began. "When you were alive, I was never able      to tell you that I loved you. Now that you're gone, you don't believe I love      you. Even though I never showed you the kind of love you wanted me to, it      doesn't mean I didn't love you with all I have." Ji Won paused and yanked      off the ring around his necklace. "With SechsKies here as my witnesses,      I, Eun Ji Won, take Nam Mina as my wife 'til eternity. I have nothing to give      you Mina except my heart, which belonged to you from the first day we met."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He kissed her lips as he slipped on the ring. The others watched him in silence.      They were surprised when because of all the time Ji Won had been their leader,      he had never used his real name Ji Won before. They knew he was serious. When      it was over, Ji Won lifted Mina up into his arms as he stood up.&lt;br /&gt;    "As your leader, I have a final announcement to make. I am quitting SechsKies."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What?" they all asked in disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hyung," said Su Won. "Please reconsider."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won shook his head. "This is the second time Mina left me. I really      can't go on as your leader. The person I loved the most is taken away from      me too soon and she died not knowing that I truly do love her."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The others understood what Ji Won meant. Jae Jin walked up to Ji Won. "What      do you plan to do then Matthew?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I don't know," he answered. I'll be somewhere where I'll always      be with Mina and constantly remind her that I love her. And as for SechsKies,      with all the money and businesses we have, I don't see any reason why we have      to commit any more crimes. We each have enough money to spend for the rest      of our lives already."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They all nodded.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won placed a hand on Sung Hoon's shoulder. "Sung Hoon," said      Ji Won.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes hyung?" asked Sung Hoon. "If you do love Kyung Hee, tell      her before it's too late."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sung Hoon nodded. "I will."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won looked at his 5 brothers for the last time. "This final meeting      of SechsKies is now adjourned. I wish you all &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the best and hope you do find your true love because I have. Good bye."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won picked up Mina's book and scribbled something into it. When he was      done, he placed it down back on the rock. Then Ji Won lifted Mina's body up      into his arms as he walked away.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hyung!" shouted Sung Hoon. "Where are you going?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ji Won continued walking and didn't answer him. The 5 Kies watched their      leader walk towards the sunset carrying his bride and disappeared. They picked      up the book to see what Ji Won had written. The last entry of Mina's story      was,&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True love never has an ending.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-4645230160469560099?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/4645230160469560099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/meaning-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4645230160469560099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/4645230160469560099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/meaning-of-love.html' title='the meaning of love'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-3676512993193400659</id><published>2009-11-01T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:33:56.034+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everlasting love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One fine day, an old couple around the age of 70, walks into a lawyer's office.&lt;br /&gt;    Apparently, they are there to file a divorce.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lawyer was very puzzled, after having a chat with them, he got their story....&lt;br /&gt;    This couple had been quarreling all their 40 over yrs of marriage nothing      ever seems to go right.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;They hang on because of their children, afraid that it might affect their      up-bringing. Now, all their children have already grown up, have their own      family, there's nothing else the old couple have to worry about, all they      wanted is to lead their own life free from all these years of unhappiness      from their marriage, so both agree on a divorce....&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lawyer was having a hard time trying to get the papers done, because he felt      that after 40 yrs of marriage at the age of 70, he couldnt understand why      the old couple would still want a divorce..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;While they were signing the papers, the wife told the husband..&lt;br /&gt;    "I really love u, but i really cant carry on anymore, I'm sorry.."&lt;br /&gt;    "Its o.k, i understand.." said the husband. Lookin at this, the      lawyer suggested a dinner together, just 3 of them,wife thought, why not,      since they are still gonna be friends..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the dining table, there was a silence of awkardness.&lt;br /&gt;    The first dish was roasted chicken, immediately, the old man took the drumstick      for the old lady.."take this, its your favourite.."&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking at this, the lawyer thought maybe theres still a chance, but the      wife was frowning when she answer.."&lt;br /&gt;    This is always the problem, you always think so highly of yourself, never      thought about how I feel, dont you know that i hate drumsticks?"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little did she know that, over the years, the husband have been trying all      ways to please her, little did she know that drumsticks was the husband's      favourite. Little did he know that she never thought he understand her at      all, little did he know that she hates drummsticks even though all he wants      is the best for her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night, both of them couldnt sleep, toss and turn, toss and turn...after      hours, the old man couldnt take it anymore, he knows that he still loves her,      and he cant carry on life without her, he wants her back, he wants to tell      her, he is sorry, he wanted to tell her "i love you"...&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He picks up the phone, starting dialing her number....ringing never stops..he      never stop dialing....&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;On the other side, she was sad, she couldn’t understand how come after      all these years, he still doesnt understand her at all, she loves him a lot,      but she just cant take it anymore. phone's ringing, she refuses to answer      knowing that its him. "whats the point of talking now that its over. i      have ask for it and now i wanna keep it this way, if not i will lose face"she      thought. still ringing. she have decided to pull out the cord.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Little did she remember, he have heart problems.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day, she received news that he had passed away. she rushed down      to his apartment, saw his body, lying on the couch still holding on to the      phone. he had a heart attack when he was still trying to get through her      phone line.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As sad as she could be.she will have to clear his belongings. when she      was looking to the drawers, she saw this insurance policy, dated from the      day they got married, with the beneficiary being her. And together in those      file, there was this note.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"To my dearest wife, by the time you're reading this, I'm sure I'm no      longer around, I bought this policy for you, though the amount is only $100k,      I hope it will be able to help me continue my promise that i have made when      we got married, I might not be around anymore, I want this amount of money      to continue taking care of you, just like the way I will if I could have live      longer. I want you to know I will always be around, by your side. I love      you"&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tears flowed like river.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When you love someone, let them know. You never know what will happen          the next minute. Learn to build a life together. Learn to love each          other. For who they are. not what they are."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-3676512993193400659?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/3676512993193400659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everlasting-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3676512993193400659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/3676512993193400659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everlasting-love.html' title='everlasting love'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-811812370582875274</id><published>2009-11-01T23:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:31:59.959+07:00</updated><title type='text'>follow your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Billy loved Katie with all his heart. But he never told a Single soul. Katie      secretly loved him too. But she thought she would never have a chance with      him. Billy asked his friends what they think of her and his friends thought      she was gay. They didn't like her at all. So Billy just went along with them.      They all made fun of her and made her feel really bad. Katie was so upset.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day they followed her home from school making fun of her the whole way      home. Once she got inside her house she dropped to the floor cringe. She had      a crush on Billy since 3rd grade. She didn't know what to do. When Billy got      home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's      house to tell her he was sorry and that he really loves her.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found      Katie lying dead on the floor. She had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set      . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell      her how he really felt.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell      someone how you really feel. Because it just might be too late. And don't      always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-811812370582875274?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/811812370582875274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/follow-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/811812370582875274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/811812370582875274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/follow-your-heart.html' title='follow your heart.'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-8987647629827535513</id><published>2009-11-01T23:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:31:17.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the guardian angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed    by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink    dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She    never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but    no one would stop. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little    girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where    she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was    to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a    park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.    As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely    shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort    to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid    if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got closer,    the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached    her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know    it was OK; I was there to help, to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with    a simple, "Hello"; The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a    "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled    back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked    the girl why she was so sad. The little girl looked at me with a sad face said,    "Because, I'm different"; I immediately said, "That you are!";    and smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."    "Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and    innocent."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?"    "Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people    walking by." She nodded her head yes, and smiled.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread,    then she said "I am. I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her    eye. I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job    here is done;" I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop    to help an angel?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You are the only one that could see    me," and then she was gone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And with that, my life was changed dramatically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-8987647629827535513?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/8987647629827535513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/guardian-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8987647629827535513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/8987647629827535513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/guardian-angel.html' title='the guardian angel'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-6021994193214804186</id><published>2009-11-01T23:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:30:42.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes people come into your life and you know right      away that they were meant to be there... to serve some sort of purpose, teach      you a lesson or help figure out who you are or who you want to become. You      never know who these people may be but when you lock eyes with them, you know      at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible,      painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming      those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower      or heart. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing happens by chance or by means      of good luck. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Illness, injury, love, lost moments      of true greatness and sheer stupidity..... all occurs to test the limits of      your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved,      straight, flat road to nowhere, safe and comfortable but dull and utterly      pointless. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The people you meet affect your life.      The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, and      the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most      poignant and important ones. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If someone hurts you, betrays you or      breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust      and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; If someone loves you, love them back      unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because they are teaching      you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Make every day count.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Appreciate every moment and take from      it everything that you possibly can, for you may never be able to experience      it again. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talk to people you have never talked      to before, and actually listen. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let yourself fall in love, break free      and set your sights high. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold your head up because you have      every right to. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell yourself you are a great individual      and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else      will believe in you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045064791784950996-6021994193214804186?l=rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/feeds/6021994193214804186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6021994193214804186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045064791784950996/posts/default/6021994193214804186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rhythm-melodies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='everything happens for a reason'/><author><name>treasiia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02726025874700790249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8ZN6jg-1Hps/Su2PL8AUgyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_cnoRtpnPM4/S220/7228_137897287996_750407996_2688059_5639485_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045064791784950996.post-422988154512174909</id><published>2009-11-01T23:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:30:06.334+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dolls of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I always thought of    him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a club. I found    that I fell in love with him. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before that trip was over, I took a step and confessed my love for him. And      soon, we became a pair of lovers, but we loved each other in different ways.      I always concentrated on him only, but by his side, there were so many other      girls. To me, he was the only one, but to him, maybe I was just another girl…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Jin, do you want to go watch a movie?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;    “I can’t”&lt;br /&gt;    “Why? You need to study at home?” I felt disappointment&lt;br /&gt;    grabbing me.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; “No… I am going to meet a friend…”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was always like that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing.      To him, I was just a girlfriend. The word ‘love’ only came out      from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had never heard him say ‘I love you’      before. To us, there weren’t any anniversaries at all.&lt;br /&gt;    He didn’t say anything from the first day and it continued till 100      days…200days… Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand      me a doll, everyday, without fail. I don’t know why…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then one day…&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Um, Jin, I …&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: What…don’t drag, just say..&lt;br /&gt;    Me: I love you.&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: ……you….um, just take this doll and go home.&lt;br /&gt;    That was how he ignored my ‘three words’ and handed me the doll.      Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from him      everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many…&lt;br /&gt;    Then one day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning,      I pictured a party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his      call. But… lunch passed, dinner passed… and soon the sky was dark…      he still didn’t call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore.      Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my      sleep. He told me to come out of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out      happily.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Jin…&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: Here…take this…&lt;br /&gt;    Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;    Me: What’s this?&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: I didn’t give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to you now.      I’m going home now, bye.&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Wait, wait! Do you know what today is?&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: Today? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;    I felt so sad, I thought he would remember my birthday. He turned around and      walked away like nothing had happen.Then I shouted… “Wait…”&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Tell me, tell me you love me…&lt;br /&gt;    Jin: What?!&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Tell me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he just said simple      cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;    “I don’t want to say…that I love someone so easily, if you      are desperate to hear it, then find someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;    That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb… and I collapsed      to the ground. He didn’t want to say it easily… How could he….      I felt that… Maybe he is not the right guy for me…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just crying. He didn’t      call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me a little doll      every morning outside my house. That’s how those dolls piled up in my      room… everyday&lt;br /&gt;    After a month, I got myself together and went to school. But what made the      pain resurface was that… I saw him on a street… with another girl…      He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed me…as he touched      the doll… I ran straight back home and looked at the dolls in my room,      and tears fell… Why did he gave these to me… Those dolls are probably      picked out by some other girls…In a fit of anger, I threw the dolls      around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was him.&lt;br /&gt;    He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm myself      down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going to      forget him, that… it’s going to end. Then he c
