<?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-7773569892280331587</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:11.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-M-I- -V-I-A-J-E-</title><subtitle type='html'>The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you. ~Tennessee Williams, Orpheus Descending, 1957</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-5861616377035175225</id><published>2008-02-28T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:54:36.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RB72jvwm1Z"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RB72jvwm1Z" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in paradise, when I look in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;At a time when my heart couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to pray for heaven to sent me a love&lt;br /&gt;Cause heaven knows a lonely man can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Each night and day, I search my soul, ask God above&lt;br /&gt;But I'd still be home all alone by my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where the rain could last forever&lt;br /&gt;My heart was crying for some&lt;br /&gt;After all of the times I said "I'll never"&lt;br /&gt;That's when my angel came along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in paradise when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;At a time when my heart couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, heaven sent that angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wonder what it would be like to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love me and wipe away these tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;Held up my hands and hope one day my heart would fly&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't know God was listening to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where pain could last forever&lt;br /&gt;My heart was crying for love&lt;br /&gt;After all of the times I said "I'll never"&lt;br /&gt;That's when my angel came from above, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm in paradise when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;At a time when my heart couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every moment and every smile she brings&lt;br /&gt;I want to love her, give her my everything&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees thanking God up above&lt;br /&gt;Just how good it feels to be loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me (Heaven sent)&lt;br /&gt;I'm in paradise when I look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;At a time when my heart couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, heaven sent an angel to me (heaven sent an angel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes at night (Heaven sent an angel to me )&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you might send me somebody, somebody (I'm in paradise when I&lt;br /&gt;look in your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;At a time when my heart couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, heaven sent an angel to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me (Heaven sent, heaven sent)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me (oh oh, heaven sent)&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent an angel to me (Heaven sent, oh, oh to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-5861616377035175225?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/5861616377035175225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=5861616377035175225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5861616377035175225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Moment I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;from the moment I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;there was something about you&lt;br /&gt;I knew I knew&lt;br /&gt;that you were once in a life time&lt;br /&gt;a treasure near impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;and I know how lucky I am to have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few&lt;br /&gt;but I've never seen anything...as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;no one else has fit so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;I could dance forever with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;and at the stroke of midnight&lt;br /&gt;please forgive me if I can't let go&lt;br /&gt;cause I never dreamed I'd find a Cinderella of my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few&lt;br /&gt;but I've never seen anything...as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus repeat:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've seen the rainbows that can take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of the setting sun that ends a perfect day&lt;br /&gt;and when it comes to shooting stars, I've seen a few&lt;br /&gt;but I've never seen anything...&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh, Oh no, I've never seen anything...as beautiful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the moment I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;from the moment I looked into your eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-3945575709866269906?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-1912165645799185101</id><published>2008-02-10T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:34:29.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g231/meilandra/MySpace/Angels%20and%20Faeries/Angels_in_love_by_Orrik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g231/meilandra/MySpace/Angels%20and%20Faeries/Angels_in_love_by_Orrik.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/yNFamtxs5x/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/yNFamtxs5x/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel from Above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE #1&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything for love&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;and girl i swear i'll never change&lt;br /&gt;the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i will be there&lt;br /&gt;i will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;forever more&lt;br /&gt;wanna share my life&lt;br /&gt;its only right that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;cuz you are my angel from above girl&lt;br /&gt;angel from above&lt;br /&gt;and you make the world go round with love girl&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE # 2&lt;br /&gt;And everytime i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i thank the lord that i've got you&lt;br /&gt;and girl i swear i'll never change&lt;br /&gt;your my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i will be there&lt;br /&gt;i will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;forver more&lt;br /&gt;wanna share my life&lt;br /&gt;its only right that you be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your my angel girl&lt;br /&gt;YOUUUUUUUUU are my angel from above girl&lt;br /&gt;angel from above&lt;br /&gt;(ohh babyy) and youuu&lt;br /&gt;make the world go round with love girl&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel from above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel girl&lt;br /&gt;and you make the world go round with love girl&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel from above&lt;br /&gt;(angel from aboveeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel from above girl&lt;br /&gt;(yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;angel from above&lt;br /&gt;and you (you) make the world go round with love girl&lt;br /&gt;(round with loveeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;you are my angel from above girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-1912165645799185101?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/1912165645799185101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=1912165645799185101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/1912165645799185101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/1912165645799185101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2008/02/angel-from-above-verse-1-id-give.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://media.imeem.com/m/KOGVqT9jl_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="650"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" rowspan="1" width="648"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yo Te Voy A Amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="2" height="55"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="left" valign="top"&gt;  &lt;td colspan="1" height="704"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td colspan="1" rowspan="1" width="647"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo Te Voy A Amar - I'm going to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caundo sientas tristeza - When you feel sad&lt;br /&gt;Que no puedes calmar - And no one can make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;Cuando hay un vacio - When there's an empty space&lt;br /&gt;Que no puedes llenar - That no one can fill&lt;br /&gt;Te abrazare - I'll hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Tehare olvidar lo que hizo sufrir - I'll make you forget all that makes you suffer&lt;br /&gt;No vas a caer - You'll never fall&lt;br /&gt;Meintras que estas junto a mi - While you're with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si siente un frio tu corazon - When your heart feels cold&lt;br /&gt;Sere tu abrigo, tu ilusion - I'll be your coat, your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ya no respirar - Until I can't breathe any more&lt;br /&gt;Yo te voy amar - I'm going to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo siempre te he amado - I've loved you forever&lt;br /&gt;Y amor, yo estare - And love, I'll be&lt;br /&gt;Por siempre a tu lado - Forever at your side&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me alejare - I'll never leave&lt;br /&gt;Prometo mi amor - I promise you my love&lt;br /&gt;Te juro ante Dios - I tell you before God&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te voy a faltar tu corazon - I will never break your heart&lt;br /&gt;No volvera a llorar - You will never cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si siente un frio tu corazon - When your heart feels cold&lt;br /&gt;Sere tu abrigo, tu ilusion - I'll be your coat, your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ya no respirar - Until I can't breathe any more&lt;br /&gt;Yo te voy amar - I'm going to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo muriendo por ti - I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quiero asi - I want you to stay this way&lt;br /&gt;Sin tu amore mi vida, mi vida - Without you, love, my life, my life&lt;br /&gt;No se como podre yo vivir - I don't know how to live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si siente frio tu corazon - If your heart feels cold&lt;br /&gt;Sere tu abrigo, tu ilusion - I'll be your coat, your fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ya no respirar - Until I can't breathe anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yo te voy a amar - I am going to love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada dia yo vivire - And every day that I live&lt;br /&gt;Intentando como te voy a querer - I will love you&lt;br /&gt;Hasta ya no esperar - Until I can't breathe anymore&lt;br /&gt;Yo te voy a amar - I'm going to love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-5283176454225169086?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/5283176454225169086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=5283176454225169086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5283176454225169086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5283176454225169086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-te-voy-amar-yo-te-voy-amar-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-1039050923543937202</id><published>2007-12-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T18:02:42.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEFORE....</title><content type='html'>I can feel your shaking hands and they're so cold&lt;br /&gt;Those hands were burning with &lt;a id="KonaLink0" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.thedigitalpinoy.com/thread/8/2566#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before&lt;br /&gt;I look into your eyes but they looked away&lt;br /&gt;Not like before, they stare at me as sticky as a clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you smiled at me but they gone too fast&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before those smiles seems to last&lt;br /&gt;And I call your name but you just turned your head&lt;br /&gt;Not like before those cheeks turns red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say &lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.thedigitalpinoy.com/thread/8/2566#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but you just said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before, you say those words with feelings so true&lt;br /&gt;I embraced you but you just wrapped your hands around me&lt;br /&gt;Not like before you're hugging me lovingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed your lips but they never moved&lt;br /&gt;Not like before kissing them really feels good&lt;br /&gt;I held you arms but you did not held mine&lt;br /&gt;Not like before you held them with a sweet smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call my name but it came from a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Not like before i can it came from my &lt;a id="KonaLink2" target="_top" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.thedigitalpinoy.com/thread/8/2566#"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="color: blue ! important; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;,Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 13px; position: static;"&gt;lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beside me but you seems so far&lt;br /&gt;Unlike before you're so near no matter where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our flame of love is still burning&lt;br /&gt;But now i can see and feel it slowly fading&lt;br /&gt;And if it's true that your love for me has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Then there's no more reason for me to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TDP member: brodavid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-1039050923543937202?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/1039050923543937202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=1039050923543937202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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drink,&lt;br /&gt;And close connecting link&lt;br /&gt;Tween heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;I only know it is, not how or why,&lt;br /&gt;My greatest happiness;&lt;br /&gt;However hard I try,&lt;br /&gt;Not if I were to die,&lt;br /&gt;Can I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fain would ask my friend how it can be,&lt;br /&gt;But when the time arrives,&lt;br /&gt;Then Love is more lovely&lt;br /&gt;Than anything to me,&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,&lt;br /&gt;But only thinks and does;&lt;br /&gt;Though surely out 'twill leak&lt;br /&gt;Without the help of Greek,&lt;br /&gt;Or any tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man may love the truth and practise it,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty he may admire,&lt;br /&gt;And goodness not omit,&lt;br /&gt;As much as may befit&lt;br /&gt;To reverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only when these three together meet,&lt;br /&gt;As they always incline,&lt;br /&gt;And make one soul the seat,&lt;br /&gt;And favorite retreat,&lt;br /&gt;Of loveliness;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When under kindred shape, like loves and hates&lt;br /&gt;And a kindred nature,&lt;br /&gt;Proclaim us to be mates,&lt;br /&gt;Exposed to equal fates&lt;br /&gt;Eternally;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each may other help, and service do,&lt;br /&gt;Drawing Love's bands more tight,&lt;br /&gt;Service he ne'er shall rue&lt;br /&gt;While one and one make two,&lt;br /&gt;And two are one;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In such case only doth man fully prove&lt;br /&gt;Fully as man can do,&lt;br /&gt;What power there is in Love&lt;br /&gt;His inmost soul to move&lt;br /&gt;Resistlessly.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two sturdy oaks I mean, which side by side,&lt;br /&gt;Withstand the winter's storm,&lt;br /&gt;And spite of wind and tide,&lt;br /&gt;Grow up the meadow's pride,&lt;br /&gt;For both are strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above they barely touch, but undermined&lt;br /&gt;Down to their deepest source,&lt;br /&gt;Admiring you shall find&lt;br /&gt;Their roots are intertwined&lt;br /&gt;Insep'rably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-7706664842740974260?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/7706664842740974260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=7706664842740974260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7706664842740974260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7706664842740974260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RxS53hFvuII/AAAAAAAAAD8/S2k-W_ENZ2I/s72-c/Picture+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-5579000846284521484</id><published>2007-10-06T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:58:31.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RwhVK8wOfoI/AAAAAAAAADk/Bmad2DslINI/s1600-h/christianinspired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: 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master of your habits,&lt;br /&gt;or they will master you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a Show off when you drive,&lt;br /&gt;Drive with safety and arrive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the crowd pressure you,&lt;br /&gt;Stand for something or you'll fall for anything.&lt;br /&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/7773569892280331587-5197305950581805169?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/5197305950581805169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=5197305950581805169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5197305950581805169'/><link rel='self' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the different side of Africa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-191469548183882102?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/191469548183882102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=191469548183882102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/191469548183882102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/191469548183882102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/10/different-side-of-africa.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RwJWBswOfhI/AAAAAAAAACg/NGtBcm20yDs/s72-c/African_Sunset_03_by_timmiboi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-2867651555755701543</id><published>2007-08-30T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:25:41.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of love and time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/lovebegets25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gapingvoid.com/lovebegets25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help.Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, “Richness, can you take me with you?” Richness answered, “No, I can’t. There is a lot of gold and silver in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boat. There is no place here for you.”Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, “Vanity, please help me!” “I can’t help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat,” Vanity answered.Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, “Sadness, let me go with you.” “Oh…Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!”Happiness passed by Love too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!Suddenly, there was a voice, “Come Love, I will take you.”It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that Love even forgot to ask the elder her name.When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much Love owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, ” Who helped me?”“It was Time,” Knowledge answered.“Time?” asked Love. “But why did Time help me?”Knowledge smiled with great Wisdom and answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.”&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/536547531_df01c68fe3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTESY OF TDP MEMBER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-2867651555755701543?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/2867651555755701543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=2867651555755701543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2867651555755701543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2867651555755701543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/08/story-of-love-and-time.html' title='A story of love and time....'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/536547531_df01c68fe3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-2237218818702714148</id><published>2007-08-28T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:58:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQwoIEEF5I/AAAAAAAAACY/gdt8hNu9ovQ/s1600-h/14-08-07_1553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103757743635044242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQwoIEEF5I/AAAAAAAAACY/gdt8hNu9ovQ/s400/14-08-07_1553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an empty chair reveals the emptiness of the room....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-2237218818702714148?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/2237218818702714148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=2237218818702714148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2237218818702714148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2237218818702714148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/08/empty-chair-reveals-emptiness-of-room.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQwoIEEF5I/AAAAAAAAACY/gdt8hNu9ovQ/s72-c/14-08-07_1553.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-8132392752112900259</id><published>2007-08-28T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:58:33.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQv6IEEF4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nZffZWaC4Lo/s1600-h/14-08-07_1552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103756953361061762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQv6IEEF4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nZffZWaC4Lo/s400/14-08-07_1552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a chair who never speaks but carries problem......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-8132392752112900259?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/8132392752112900259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=8132392752112900259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8132392752112900259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8132392752112900259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/08/chair-who-never-speaks-but-carries.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e0q9vtpP90g/RtQv6IEEF4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/nZffZWaC4Lo/s72-c/14-08-07_1552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-4801553518093801437</id><published>2007-07-04T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:28:04.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a GUY'S point of view</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.forgetperfect.com/graphics/ecards/goodguy_01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.forgetperfect.com/graphics/ecards/goodguy_01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/tinpan/spicegirls/276/goodguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't care if you talk to other guys.We don't care if you're friends with other guys.But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.Don't tell us we're wrong.We'll stop trying to convince you.The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.Yeah, you can quote me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push us down on the couch and make a move once in a while. We like that aggressiveness about you and we like the unexpected. When we know you're really happy, it makes us happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open.Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET US PAY FOR YOU!... DON'T "FEEL BAD"We enjoy doing it (Paying for you).It's expected.Smile and say "thank you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are.honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my tshirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hott Morris Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Taye Diggs is in front of us.It's boring, and we don't care.You have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Heyhandsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of......on the other hand im not saying I wouldn't like it either ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough:IF YOU AREN'T BEING TREATED RIGHT BY A GUY, DON'T WAIT FOR HIM TO CHANGE. DITCH HIS SORRY, DISGRACE-TO-THE-MALE-POPULATION SELF, AND FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL TREAT YOU WITH UTTER RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY A GOOD MAN...THEY ARE HARD TO COME BY IN A DAY AND AGE AS WE LIVE IN WHERE PEOPLE DON'T GIVE A S**T....LONESTAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.Someone who will stop what theyre doing just to look you in theeyes....and say "i love you" .......AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the nice guys a chance!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTESY OF: tpd MEMBER&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/7773569892280331587-4801553518093801437?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-7638518708913570338</id><published>2007-05-21T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:29:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POEM TITLED: IN SILENCE...</title><content type='html'>In silence, I have love you.&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;How much I wanted to let you know&lt;br /&gt;How much I wanted this love to show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am like a coward king&lt;br /&gt;Not willing to risk a single thing&lt;br /&gt;Im scared that you would only bring&lt;br /&gt;This heart of my mine to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sacrifice even my life,&lt;br /&gt;I would risk my heart worth breaking,&lt;br /&gt;Would even turn to knife&lt;br /&gt;To stop this stupid heart from aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in silence can I only love you&lt;br /&gt;In silence I became a looker then&lt;br /&gt;Watching you from a distance, happy with your friend&lt;br /&gt;So in silence, I LOVED YOU, and will i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COURTESY OF:TDP MEMBER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-7638518708913570338?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/7638518708913570338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=7638518708913570338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7638518708913570338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7638518708913570338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/05/poem-titled-in-silence.html' title='POEM TITLED: IN SILENCE...'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-1491556769190531591</id><published>2007-04-10T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:13:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oao.co.uk/walkabout/petejester/fool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.oao.co.uk/walkabout/petejester/fool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A FOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;I should have given you a chance before&lt;br /&gt;But what I did was just ignore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Which sometimes brings me tears of rain&lt;br /&gt;I should have love you before in return&lt;br /&gt;So that my heart wouldn't be feeling this burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to accept what I feel each day&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't bring back what you've felt that day&lt;br /&gt;But still I could have change my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't so childish, a fool that time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of crizy(tdp forum)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-1491556769190531591?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/1491556769190531591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=1491556769190531591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/1491556769190531591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/1491556769190531591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/04/fool-oh-how-i-wish-i-could-turn-back.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-6865408764340826642</id><published>2007-04-09T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T04:58:25.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sito.org/id/tah/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sito.org/id/tah/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why must I wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eventhough it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I know her hearts filled with hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But still I maintain my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So many questions in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Answers I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Am I too blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To see that she's not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm being stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Struck too much by cupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Accepting all her lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm always in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pretending not to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What she doesn't show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Still I go with the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eventhough my heart's so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When can I say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To the one once made my heart fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Will my feelings ever die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Or forever will I cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I want this to end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I can't seem to mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My heart from wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The girl that was once its everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, I'd still wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Inspite of the tremendous fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just hope and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That if ever she'll come back, she'd stay...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;courtesy of crizy (tdp forum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-6865408764340826642?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/6865408764340826642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=6865408764340826642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/6865408764340826642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/6865408764340826642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-must-i-wait-eventhough-its-too-late.html' title=''/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-8369251010496102333</id><published>2007-03-25T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T11:52:38.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN?, WHEN?, WHEN?.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WHEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON’T KNOW WHY IM FEELING THIS WAY&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH EMPTINESS THAT DARKENS MY DAY&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO SAD AND COMPLETELY LOST&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE CONFUSION OF A WANDERING GHOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT EXPLAIN WHY THERE’S DROUGHT IN HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART IS TIRED AND NEEDS CARING AND REST&lt;br /&gt;THIS LONELINESS HAVE COVERED MY WORLD&lt;br /&gt;MAKING MY EMOTIONS TOTALLY COLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE BEING TORTURED AND BATTERED&lt;br /&gt;AND I’VE BEEN CRYING LOUD BUT NO ONE HEARD&lt;br /&gt;IM GETTING WEAKER FROM ALL THIS HARDSHIPS&lt;br /&gt;AND SOON WILL NOT BE ABLE TO MOVE NOT EVEN A SINGLE LIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH PLEASE SOMEONE STOP THIS MISERY&lt;br /&gt;MY HEART CAN NO LONGER HOLD THE AGONY&lt;br /&gt;I WISH SOMEONE COULD SEE AND SAVE ME&lt;br /&gt;FROM THOSE SUFFERINGS PLEASE SET ME FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR NOW ALL I CAN DO IS WAIT AND CRY&lt;br /&gt;AND HOPE ALL OF THESE WILL SOON PASS BY&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW SOMEDAY I WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THE LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;AND I ASKED MYSELF “WHEN WILL IT BE?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-8369251010496102333?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/8369251010496102333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=8369251010496102333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8369251010496102333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8369251010496102333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/when-when-when.html' title='WHEN?, WHEN?, WHEN?.....'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-138396721075991289</id><published>2007-03-23T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:47:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to the One that God has Prepared for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; i am wondering at this very minute if you are thinking of me. if like me, you are wondering what is taking us so long to find each other. many times i thought i finally found you only to be disillusioned by the fact that my wait has not yet ended. i get up each morning hoping. dreaming. longing to meet you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; i am thinking of how we will meet. would it be as romantic as the ones i've seen in movies? or is it possible that i have known you all my life but we have yet to realize that we are meant for each other? oh how i wish you were here right now because you are the only one who has the answers to all my questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Sometimes i ask myself if i have ever really known LOVE. i do not have the answer to that question either but i believe that, more often than not, we will never really know what love is until we find that right person. and since i have not found you yet, then maybe i do not really know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; you just don't know how often i dream of finally knowing what it feels like to be in your arms. even at this very moment i am imagining how you will simply sweep me off my feet! perhaps i would be drawn to you by your smile, or your eyes, or maybe even how you manage to make me laugh by your silly little ways. i don't really know for sure but i am praying that God will help me recognize you when the right time comes. i think of all the pain that i have gone through and of how much i cried since the day i began my search. i just wanted you to know that i find strength in clinging onto my vision of the beautiful life ahead of me. the life i shall spend with you. in my mind and in my heart i know that you are worth all the pain and sacrifice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; After all, the tears have become a part of my life, and i believe that they are slowly washing away my flaws so that i would become perfect. not perfect in its truest sense, but perfect for YOU! i wonder if you've gone through so much pain as well. I wonder if you've been hurt so many times along the journey. but my dearest one, please don't ever give up because i am right here... patiently waiting for you... i assure you that when we finally find each other, i would slowly heal those wounds by my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; at night, i would look out my window and stare at the beautiful sky, hoping that somehow you are looking up and wondering about me too. i utter a silent prayer and send all my cries to the heavens above, thinking that in time they would reach you. and when i feel impatient, i just close my eyes and believe that you are on your way and that you are longing to see me as well. it's funny but when i finally fall asleep, it is still you i think of, for you are always in my dreams. it seems that for now, that is the only place where i can hold on to you. long enough to tell you how much i love you. in my dreams you would kiss away my fears and wrap me with your arms of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; and this, all the more makes me want to wake up and face the new day ahead of me with hope that soon enough, you will no longer be a dream but a reality and once again i am assured that you are worth the wait. and when that time comes, everything will fall into its place, just as i had imagined, just as i had thought and dreamed, just as i believed it would be... by then i would simply look back and smile at all that i have gone through, in spite of the pain and amidst the simple joys of life. and i would be very thankful because they all led me to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; in the meantime, take care of yourself for me. hold on to our dream and don't even think of letting go. believe in your heart that we will find each other no matter what happens. God has planned the course and it is up to us to follow the directions. don’t worry, don't be afraid about getting lost. God saw to it that all the roads, no matter which one you choose to follow, lead to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; -end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-138396721075991289?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/138396721075991289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=138396721075991289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/138396721075991289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/138396721075991289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-to-one-that-god-has-prepared-for.html' title='A Letter to the One that God has Prepared for Me'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-7456385056560609072</id><published>2007-03-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:33:03.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you from afar</title><content type='html'>Loving You From Afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for an instant&lt;br /&gt;I could see your beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;It would fill my empty spirit&lt;br /&gt;With wondrous life and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch, and you unknowing&lt;br /&gt;I love you from afar&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face is glowing&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the brightest star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a great majestic palace&lt;br /&gt;Of 'forever' do I wait&lt;br /&gt;And not once feeling callous&lt;br /&gt;To the outcome of my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever will I want you&lt;br /&gt;And forever you will you be&lt;br /&gt;A memory of something true&lt;br /&gt;That wasn?t meant for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I?ll see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;And want you standing here&lt;br /&gt;But always loving from afar&lt;br /&gt;And never very near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-7456385056560609072?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/7456385056560609072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=7456385056560609072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7456385056560609072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7456385056560609072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/loving-you-from-afar.html' title='Loving you from afar'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-3303740564061451472</id><published>2007-03-13T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:32:27.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter From A Celebrant....</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you well know, we are getting closer to my birthday. Every year there is a celebration in my honor and I think that this year the celebration will be repeated.&lt;br /&gt;During this time there are many people shopping for gifts, there are many radio announcements, TV commercials, and in every part of the world everyone is talking that my birthday is getting closer and closer.&lt;br /&gt;      It is really very nice to know, that at least once a year, some people think of me.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, the celebration of my birthday began many years ago. At first people seemed to understand and be thankful of all that I did for them, but in these times, no one seems to know the reason for the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends get together and have a lot of fun, but they don't know the meaning of the celebration. I rember that last year there was a great feast in my honor. The dinner table was full of delicious foods, pastries, fruits, assorted nuts and chocolates. The decorations were exquisite and there were many, many beautifully wrapped gifts.&lt;br /&gt;But, do you want to know something? I wasn't invited. I was the guest of honor and they didn't remember to send me an invitation.&lt;br /&gt;The party was for me, but when that great day came, I was left outside, they closed the door in my face .. and I wanted to be with them and share their table.&lt;br /&gt;      In truth, that didn't surprise me because in the last few years all close their doors to me.&lt;br /&gt;      Since I wasn't invited, I decided to enter the party without making any noise. I went in and stood in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;They were all drinking; there were some who were drunk and telling jokes and laughing at everything. They were having grand time.To top it all, this big fat man all dressed in red wearing a long white beard entered the room yelling Ho-Ho-Ho! He seemed drunk. He sat on the sofa and all the children ran to him, saying: "Santa Claus, Santa Claus" as if the party were in his honor!&lt;br /&gt;At midnight all the people began to hug each other; I extended my arms waiting for someone to hug me and do you know no-one hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly they all began to share gifts. They opened them one by one with great expectation. When all had been opened, I looked to see if, maybe, there was one for me. What would you feel if on your birthday everybody shared gifts and you did not get one?&lt;br /&gt;I then understood that I was unwanted at that party and quietly left. Every year it gets worse. People only remember the gifts, the parties, to eat and drink, and nobody remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;I would like this Christmas that you allow me to enter into your life. I would like that you recognize the fact that almost two thousand years ago I came to this world to give my life for you, on the cross, to save you.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I only want that you believe this with all your heart. I want to share something with you. As many didn't invite me to their party, I will have my own celebration, a grandiose party that no one has ever imagined, a spectacular party. I'm still making the final arrangements..&lt;br /&gt;Today I am sending out many invitations and there is an invitation for you. I want to know if you wish to attend and I will make a reservation for you and write your name with golden letters in my great guest book.&lt;br /&gt;      Only those on the guest list will be invited to the party.&lt;br /&gt;Those who don't answer the invitation, will be left outside. Be&lt;br /&gt;prepared because when all is ready you will be part of my great party.&lt;br /&gt;      See you soon. I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-3303740564061451472?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/3303740564061451472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=3303740564061451472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/3303740564061451472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/3303740564061451472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/letter-from-celebrant.html' title='A Letter From A Celebrant....'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-5643998456449962812</id><published>2007-03-13T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:30:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing on my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there's one ting to hold it would y&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r hands&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there were one thing to kiss it would be your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there were one thing to steal it would be your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there one thing to win it would be your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If there were one person to love it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-5643998456449962812?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/5643998456449962812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=5643998456449962812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5643998456449962812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/5643998456449962812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-thing-on-my-mind.html' title='One thing on my mind...'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-4127790402883789131</id><published>2007-03-13T09:29:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:30:19.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a question deep inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How Can I say goodbye to someone I never had?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do tears fall for someone who never was mine?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why that I miss someone who never there beside me?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why I love someone whose love was never mine?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-4127790402883789131?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/4127790402883789131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=4127790402883789131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/4127790402883789131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/4127790402883789131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/question-deep-inside.html' title='a question deep inside...'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-8864362605241623282</id><published>2007-03-13T09:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:29:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness....</title><content type='html'>I can forgive, but I cannot forget, is only another way of saying, I will not forgive. Forgiveness ought to be like a cancelled note - torn in two, and burned up, so that it never can be shown against one. ~Henry Ward Beecher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-8864362605241623282?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/8864362605241623282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=8864362605241623282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8864362605241623282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/8864362605241623282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness....'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-7668388455186638676</id><published>2007-03-13T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:29:13.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken heart</title><content type='html'>Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are like glass.  Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-7668388455186638676?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/7668388455186638676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=7668388455186638676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7668388455186638676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/7668388455186638676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/broken-heart.html' title='broken heart'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-3691074478762319811</id><published>2007-03-13T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:28:49.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>being in love</title><content type='html'>When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. ~Natalie Clifford Barney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-3691074478762319811?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/3691074478762319811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=3691074478762319811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/3691074478762319811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/3691074478762319811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-in-love.html' title='being in love'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7773569892280331587.post-2303104026935417271</id><published>2007-03-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:28:25.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for a friend</title><content type='html'>A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real and equal, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7773569892280331587-2303104026935417271?l=looked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/feeds/2303104026935417271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7773569892280331587&amp;postID=2303104026935417271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2303104026935417271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7773569892280331587/posts/default/2303104026935417271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://looked.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-friend.html' title='for a friend'/><author><name>mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10230410036148018850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
