<?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-1951511472556032641</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:55.893-07:00</updated><category term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Feelinq .. Only can be felt when you are in ~LOVE~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-3829265412778287954</id><published>2008-05-16T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:41:57.397-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>How i met him and how he became my boyfriend ..</title><content type='html'>I was mapling .. I met him at Forest of golem &lt;FOG&gt; .. I wan in a party with hym .. With the same goal and that is to level .. Slowly , i ask him to be my kor as his kinder the the rest of the other maplers i known .. He provides mii with equips i nid and money when i have none .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We train everytime together .. Actually , it was my initiative to ask his number XP .. Haha .. He actually gave mii .. From then on , every afternoon when we came back frm sku , we would always call each other and chat on the phone with each other for hours n hours .. Sounds like my bf har .. But haven yet .. Even every night , we would chat up to 12 in the midnight .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's  a part where i will never ever forget it .. It was 28th JAN 2008 . I just came back from school and was lieing on the mattress waiting for 4pm to come . As my brother only finish playing the computer at 4pm , thn he would pass it to me .. I was smsing wif my kor .. Oh ya , his name was Keong Sheng of course .. Nice name har .. haha .. I dunnoe y .. But i had a strange feeling for hym juz like the boy i like last time .. And i know that i love hym ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-3829265412778287954?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3829265412778287954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=3829265412778287954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/3829265412778287954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/3829265412778287954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-i-met-him-and-how-he-became-my.html' title='How i met him and how he became my boyfriend ..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-2234687187975200440</id><published>2008-05-16T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:39:42.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>A Brand new start ~~</title><content type='html'>Back to my blog again .. I'm off away so long .. As the person that i love last time , has finally been deleted in my mind ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a brand new start for me in relationship .. XD .. A brand new love , a brand new life and a brand new boyfriend XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually , im currently having a good and caring boyfriend now .. His the best within all my boyfriend .. He makes me laugh n jokes with me .. His the BEST of the BEST boyfriend i ever had .. Guess where i met him .. Maplesea that is ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-2234687187975200440?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2234687187975200440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=2234687187975200440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/2234687187975200440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/2234687187975200440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2008/05/brand-new-start.html' title='A Brand new start ~~'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-4640194362293498404</id><published>2007-10-31T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:08:40.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Jealousy..</title><content type='html'>It happen like this , it was the second last day before the holiday comes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach home my friend called me and say that the boy i love is on the bus where my friend is in .. The boy was with another girl .. This was what my friend told me , i thought that maybe he was going home together with the girl .. Although i was abit jealous , i ammit it .. But i shouldn't wronged the person without making clear of the situation first ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-4640194362293498404?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4640194362293498404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=4640194362293498404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4640194362293498404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4640194362293498404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-799057021482757603</id><published>2007-10-31T02:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:14:01.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Holidays..</title><content type='html'>Now it was holiday , my long awaited holiday ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so much ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i am at school , even when i avoid him , i still have the chance of seeing him .. From the back or even straightly into his eyes .. But now , i am unable to do anything ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night , i would miss him so much , my heart would be painful every night ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night , i would tell to myself .. "When am i going to let off this burden , which had followed me since i had fallen in love with him ..??" .. This was the first time that i had thought of this question? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night , i would think of him , until i have fallen asleep ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-799057021482757603?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/799057021482757603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=799057021482757603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/799057021482757603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/799057021482757603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7858622273557735504</id><published>2007-10-31T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:59:28.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>My Birthday...</title><content type='html'>On 24th Oct 2007 , was my birthday ... My best friends gave me wonderful presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends gave me a Pooh bear for my birthday gift ,, This bear represents the boy i love .. i would hug it every night , thinking of how i wish he was at my side , with me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single night , i would think of him , imagine him , i think i am going mad or what , maybe the love for him was too deep .. Once my friend ask me to let him go , i tried , but after one hour , i still remember of him deeply ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult for me to forget him , i tried but i can't .. I'm so useless ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7858622273557735504?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7858622273557735504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7858622273557735504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7858622273557735504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7858622273557735504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday...'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7417863695845391545</id><published>2007-10-29T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:24:18.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Even when i am sleeping , i still dream of him..</title><content type='html'>On 28th Oct 2007 , at around 1am , i still can't get to sleep .. I flip left and right , left and right .. Thinking of him every seconds ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally , i get to sleep .. I dreamt of him .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what i dreamt of ?? .. I dreamt of him talking to me sweetly and qorqeously .. He was steading with me .. I was hoping that the dream would not end .. Never ending .. Hoping it will happen in real life .. to me ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the second time that i dreamt of him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this dream , let me tell u the dream that i dreamt of it long time ago ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happen like this , i was in a class , and 5 more minutes to recess ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring ...ring ... the bell rang ..I went out of the class , chatting with my friends ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting happily , when he walked past .. This dream , i woke up with jealousy ..Guess what it happens , he was chatting happily with another girl , which i don't know ... I was kinda jealous , hoping that the girl would be me ..At last , i  woke up ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were the two dreams that i will never forget , never ever ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7417863695845391545?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7417863695845391545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7417863695845391545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7417863695845391545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7417863695845391545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/even-when-i-am-sleeping-i-still-dream.html' title='Even when i am sleeping , i still dream of him..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-4170233076847608005</id><published>2007-10-17T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:40:24.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Question&amp;Answer..</title><content type='html'>Q : Does anyone know when do i cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: When the boy i love is hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What is my greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : When the boy i love give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : When am i most happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : When i am with the boy i love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-4170233076847608005?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4170233076847608005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=4170233076847608005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4170233076847608005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4170233076847608005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/question.html' title='Question&amp;Answer..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-1924736947928312314</id><published>2007-10-06T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T01:26:04.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Heartache..</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what am i feeling now?I am feeling devastated..Waiting for the boy which had stolen my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is painful , waiting for him day by day , weeks by weeks..Does anyone know how i feeling now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends says that i am stupid that i did not confessed to the boy that i like him.. But i confessed to him that day.. But to no avail.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later , my friend told me that why be sad over a boy?It is not worth it..&lt;br /&gt;But to her it is not worth it , but for me it is worth it more than anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for him until the day where he will accept me , the day where we can be together.. I will wait..Even if it takes forever..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-1924736947928312314?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1924736947928312314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=1924736947928312314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/1924736947928312314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/1924736947928312314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/heartache.html' title='Heartache..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-6434356569193633016</id><published>2007-10-05T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:48:36.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>I hope so..</title><content type='html'>I really hope he can give me a chance.. A chance of having someone to love him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chance where i will never forget.. A chance where i will cherish it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-6434356569193633016?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6434356569193633016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=6434356569193633016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/6434356569193633016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/6434356569193633016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hope-so.html' title='I hope so..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-6878576378589087430</id><published>2007-10-05T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:26:32.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>I still stand a chance..</title><content type='html'>My friend said that she wanted to help me , so she called me at night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged the boy , "Why you never reply *****'s message?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied " ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged the boy , "Do you know what she means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged "What's your reaction?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "No reaction , cause alot of girls like me also"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged "Why won't you give the girl who love you a chance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "I don't like girls who are younger than me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged "Then you like *****'s grandmother lorh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "Hahaha , very funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She messaged "Feeling can be developed derh , so why not try?***** really likes you alot.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied "Ok , when i feel like it then maybe i shall find one.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he message my friend last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i confess to him , am i too straight forward?Or am i just being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he message my friend , i was hoping that he would accept me , but did not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to work hard , as long as there is a ray of &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; , i shall not give up until i strives to the end..&lt;em&gt;That's what&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;is all about&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;Never giving up for the one you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-6878576378589087430?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6878576378589087430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=6878576378589087430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/6878576378589087430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/6878576378589087430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-still-stand-chance.html' title='I still stand a chance..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-1345939581446235356</id><published>2007-10-03T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T03:34:44.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>LoVeS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is not as simple as what you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is not easy to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is precious to a person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a strength to give a person strength&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't fight for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If he loves you means he loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody can snatch him away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is true love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shower the person the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;you want to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He/she will also show you the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;back if she/he loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-1345939581446235356?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1345939581446235356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=1345939581446235356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/1345939581446235356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/1345939581446235356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/loves.html' title='LoVeS..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7594411936359420562</id><published>2007-10-03T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:59:38.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>~LoVe~ Tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;~Boys~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;em&gt;Never let a woman foot the bill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;em&gt;Buy for woman presents oftenly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;em&gt;Be polite to woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;em&gt;Do not avoid the person you like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;em&gt;Be straight forward towards the girl you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;em&gt;Look deep into her eyes when you talk to her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;em&gt;DIAN the girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Girl~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;em&gt;Do not avoid the person you like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;em&gt;Be straight forward towards the boy you love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;em&gt;Try to get near to the boy and make him happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;em&gt;Be attentive when he talks to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;em&gt;Try to smile to him when you saw him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;em&gt;Try to look into his eyes when you talk to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;em&gt;Try to get near him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7594411936359420562?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7594411936359420562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7594411936359420562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7594411936359420562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7594411936359420562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-tips.html' title='~LoVe~ Tips'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-5418515894580600739</id><published>2007-10-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:23:34.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Avoiding him..</title><content type='html'>Everyday , when i am at school , i was afraid of seeing him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when i went to school at 7.15am , i tried to walked away from the Parade Square as i will see him there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to avoid him?!Why am i always afraid to see him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during recess , at 10.35am , my teacher let us go to recess..But when i went to the canteen , i saw the Upper Sec there and i was afraid to see him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i have to act like thief so i wouldn't be able to see him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-5418515894580600739?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5418515894580600739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=5418515894580600739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/5418515894580600739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/5418515894580600739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/avoiding-him.html' title='Avoiding him..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7577243238672051565</id><published>2007-10-02T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T01:39:03.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Hopes</title><content type='html'>Those who are in &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; , i want to tell you all that as long as there is hope , there will always be a chance for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he rejects you , continue to buck up.. Continue to win his/her heart.. Never give up!Strive harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes..!^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7577243238672051565?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7577243238672051565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7577243238672051565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7577243238672051565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7577243238672051565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/hopes.html' title='Hopes'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7889659286346379513</id><published>2007-10-02T00:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:57:49.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Feelings which can be felt by few..</title><content type='html'>Every seconds and moments , i cannot stop thinking about him.. Every place i went i will think of him , every things i do i will think of him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of love have this special type of feeling deep inside our heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , you just want to let your the emotions out which you have been controlling in your heart.. When you are controllng , you just feel that you wanted to let the person know that you like him/her , but you are just shy to  tell him/her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that difficult to let out the feeling which had been kept in your heart for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , when you see the person you like , you just want to went forward to tell that person that you like him/her.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a person you like , be sure to tell him/her your feelings towards him/her..Don't store that feeling in your heart , it is unbearable..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7889659286346379513?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7889659286346379513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7889659286346379513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7889659286346379513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7889659286346379513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/feelings-which-can-be-felt-by-few.html' title='Feelings which can be felt by few..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-2078054041354111493</id><published>2007-10-02T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:43:01.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Confession towards the boy..</title><content type='html'>On 1st October 2007 , i made my confession ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school , when i reach home , i open my dad's laptop and went to friendster and have a look ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendster horoscope says ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let your emotions out today - step right up to that person you have been avoiding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendster horoscope sure is accurate ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i am having my dinner , i took out my phone and message him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i message him -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got one important thing to tell you , i er.. er.. I.. I.. .... you.. Understand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did not reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 2nd October 2007 , i message him again ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i message him - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you did not get what i mean , never mine.. If you get what i mean , i just want to tell you this.. I am just wondering if you would give me a c-h-a-n-c-e?You need not reply now but i just want to tell how i felt towards you.. Controlling my emotions in my heart hurts.. I just want to let it out.. You can reply anytime you like..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-2078054041354111493?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2078054041354111493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=2078054041354111493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/2078054041354111493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/2078054041354111493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/confession-towards-boy.html' title='Confession towards the boy..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-3072148938245767155</id><published>2007-10-02T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T07:29:38.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Met him at the staircase..</title><content type='html'>"Ai , we go locker put our books now!"i said to my friends.We hurried and went to the locker.. It was 2pm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walk up the first staircase , i saw the boy's classmate and i know he would be there .. I was going to reverse , but then the last boy i saw was gone and the boy was no where to be seen.So i continued walking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to turn right and suddenly i saw the boy and our eyes met .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quicky dash up the staircase just as to avoid him .. After he was gone , i went to the locker .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day , i called my mother and she said that she would be fetching me at 3.30pm as she wanted to wash finish the clothes first .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day , i walked towards the fish pond , walking round and round just to think of the incident that happened at 2pm ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shock and happy at that time .. Shock was that just now i saw him and he saw me and our eyes met .. Happy was that i was able to meet until him .. Love is a funny thing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends from my class walked by and ask me to accompany them .. They were walking towards the canteen but i declined as i am afraid that i will see the boy at the canteen .. Why should i avoid him ?? .. I was thinking of this question every now and then ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-3072148938245767155?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3072148938245767155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=3072148938245767155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/3072148938245767155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/3072148938245767155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/met-him-at-staircase.html' title='Met him at the staircase..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-9022936026447391205</id><published>2007-10-01T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T23:59:58.958-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Met him at the canteen..</title><content type='html'>On tuesday , i met him again .. It happens like this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey ! Let's go to the canteen to have our lunch first before going to the math remedial at 2.30pm !" i shouted to my friends.We went to the canteen and my friend found a place near the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and walk to the store and have my lunch bought and i sat down eating .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly , the boy came and sit two tables away from me with his friends .. When i saw him , i almost choke .. As i like him , but i don't dare to see him ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my lunch was half eaten and i threw it away and hurried my friends to go ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked to the fish pond , my other bunch of friends were still there .. As just now i went to the canteen was my other bunch of friends .. I chat with them and suddenly , the boy appeared and he walked towards the lift .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him and quickly scurried to my math remedial class ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-9022936026447391205?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9022936026447391205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=9022936026447391205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/9022936026447391205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/9022936026447391205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/met-him-at-canteen.html' title='Met him at the canteen..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-7330332578013574604</id><published>2007-10-01T05:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T06:01:19.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>The story where i first met him..</title><content type='html'>I still remember..It was around Jan to Feb where the boy first join in the CCA - Infocomm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on smiling at him and try to play with him , at that time i had not developed the feeling for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly and slowly , we exchange phone numbers.. At the next lesson , the boy always stick to my group with his other classmate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day , one day.. As he kind of bullied my friend , but not really bully , so i when towards him and pulled his shirt.. I did not do it on purpose , i was just not happy as he bullied my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went towards me and pulled my shirt , i was kind of angry as i am a girl and he just pull my shirt like that.. So for two weeks , i don't even bother to talk to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a few weeks later , we became friends again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-7330332578013574604?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7330332578013574604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=7330332578013574604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7330332578013574604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/7330332578013574604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-where-i-first-met-him.html' title='The story where i first met him..'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1951511472556032641.post-4191375665277038474</id><published>2007-10-01T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:46:33.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFIYHEART'/><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know what the feeling of love is about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very interesting , when you have that special feeling in you ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would like to see the person every seconds , every moments ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes , you would do something silly just to make him smile ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be thinking of him now and then , when you are eating , bathing or even sleeping , you would dream of him sometimes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it cause i have a crush on a boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special kind of feeling in your heart..Which can be felt , a warm kind of feeling..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1951511472556032641-4191375665277038474?l=ffiyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4191375665277038474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1951511472556032641&amp;postID=4191375665277038474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4191375665277038474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1951511472556032641/posts/default/4191375665277038474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ffiyheart.blogspot.com/2007/10/does-anyone-know-what-feeling-of-love.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>LoVe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
