<?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-5899346199465325162</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:18:04.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Souvenirs du passé</title><subtitle type='html'>Verba volant, scripta manent</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-7980390553302020005</id><published>2009-01-25T14:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:54:27.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightfall</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295228176098100482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SXxt-Ij3hQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zb1kRw0GB1E/s320/HEART+OF+INNOCENCE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm falling into the same trap over and over again. Just like a naive lil child I believe or rather hope that this one time the trap would be broken .&lt;br /&gt;But this trap called love seems to cut deep into the flesh of your innocent heart, letting you feel the true meaning of agony.&lt;br /&gt;At the end , what reminds us of our suffering is just the great amount of scars on our souls ; ...painful for us , invisible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eveything comes to an end .....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-7980390553302020005?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7980390553302020005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7980390553302020005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2009/01/nightfall.html' title='Nightfall'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SXxt-Ij3hQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/zb1kRw0GB1E/s72-c/HEART+OF+INNOCENCE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-4485848443320804911</id><published>2008-11-24T20:15:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:47:15.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind an angel's beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SSsIdcBnKtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YxWvYQhtPc4/s1600-h/schizophrenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272317090599480018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SSsIdcBnKtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YxWvYQhtPc4/s320/schizophrenia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Angels, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most beautiful creatures, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the most admired and envied too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But once unveiled, you can perceive their suffering, their despair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Behind their smile and cheerful appearance their soul keeps bleeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This eternal pain is the damnation for their irresistible perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why angels always walk alone, tryin to hold on to all those passing clouds which, passing by too fast, don't realise this magnificent presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So they slide through ever changing skies, pushed forward by the wind of inconstancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left behind remains that one beautiful angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-4485848443320804911?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4485848443320804911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4485848443320804911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/11/angels-most-beautiful-creatures-most.html' title='Behind an angel&apos;s beauty'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SSsIdcBnKtI/AAAAAAAAAKU/YxWvYQhtPc4/s72-c/schizophrenia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-7807640109000909135</id><published>2008-11-24T19:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:48:36.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I already feared, my star has stopped shining, leaving behind nothing but broken pieces of an unfulfilled heart.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/br&gt;***&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I honestly start thinking that I'm too nice and too kind for this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you really don't want to suffer in this world of hypocrisy you have to forget about everything and hide behind a mask of indifference. Maybe it's time for me to start changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been nice for too long. But what if I can't let go this part of my personality?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Is there any world out there where I'll be able to live peacefully? A place just for me? I doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So maybe I should just flee from this present world, set my soul free and hope for a better life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-7807640109000909135?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7807640109000909135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7807640109000909135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-i-already-feared-my-star-has-stopped.html' title=''/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-2901721741803078801</id><published>2008-11-24T18:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:32:46.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall has come and so will winter&lt;br /&gt;during these melancholic seasons I awake,&lt;br /&gt;chased by all those fears of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could tell ....&lt;br /&gt;If only u would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once again i have to walk this dark path alone, trying to hold on to all those stars which slowly go out one by one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-2901721741803078801?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2901721741803078801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2901721741803078801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-has-come-and-so-will-winter-during.html' title=''/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-3352833093106936473</id><published>2008-09-30T14:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:31:44.534+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SOIb2HG_b1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WBElsX7Hj7w/s1600-h/IMGP0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251790731902676818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SOIb2HG_b1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WBElsX7Hj7w/s320/IMGP0423.JPG" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for you every night to come and save me from this insanity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I desire you more than anything else. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your words are my leading path and your eyes are my guardian. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please , take me to the darkest night, where even angels lose their shine. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There, let me feel your vicous desire. I'm craving to feel your touch , your lips. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss my neck , take my breath ...and make me sleep eternally.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-3352833093106936473?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/3352833093106936473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/3352833093106936473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/09/forbidden-dream.html' title='Forbidden dream'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SOIb2HG_b1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/WBElsX7Hj7w/s72-c/IMGP0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-7537994413456416306</id><published>2008-09-30T13:42:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:07:01.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;People say that our eyes are not able to see very small things... as well as very big ones.&lt;br /&gt;To make it clear:&lt;br /&gt;you are not able to distinguish an atom by only looking at it, neither can you behold the universe, because it's either too small or too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same with our desires and wishes.&lt;br /&gt;The things I asked of you were so much important to my eyes that you couldn't perceive them. That's why they appeared unimportant to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, you broke me down... being entirely conscient of what you were doing.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to forgive .. but I will never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-7537994413456416306?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7537994413456416306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7537994413456416306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/09/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-8055455398506397106</id><published>2008-09-20T18:53:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:21:34.948+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner dialogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever thought about your future? Your aims? the person you wanna share your life with ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Everyone thinks about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So how do you picture ur future?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I got to realize that life isn't as easy as it seems. But I have plans. I know how I'd like my future to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And what about him? Did you consider his plans?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know what he actually wants. We never really talked about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Right. How can you not talk about something that important? You should have thought about bringing that up, serioulsy! What if his plans are totally different from what you imagine? Would you give up your dreams for his desires?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Why are you talking about this now!? I still have enough time to decide! So stop confronting me with it , will you!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;.....well, this is exactly what you fear, right? Tell me, ..what if he asks you to give up your dreams.... .... will you give him up?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-8055455398506397106?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8055455398506397106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8055455398506397106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/09/inner-dialogue.html' title='Inner dialogue'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-1468836108200244325</id><published>2008-09-01T20:14:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:01:44.911+02:00</updated><title type='text'>525600 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow havent been here for a long long time ..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, holidays were great, went to see my dad in germany nd then my darlin in singapore. Already miss him so much, feels like I haven't seen him for years.. hm..&lt;br /&gt;school is starting again tmr.. oh btw I passed my cambridge exam and got an A !! ^^ hope none of my classmates failed it .. tell me ur results, k ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you asked me why I love you. The answer: there is no reason.&lt;br /&gt;You're just exactly what I need... and you're the only one I ever want in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-1468836108200244325?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1468836108200244325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1468836108200244325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/09/525600-minutes.html' title='525600 minutes'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-4095897718154200351</id><published>2008-07-18T16:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T16:58:13.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"La passion de ton amour intact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fond la vitre qui sépare nos mains,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'ai besoin de tes paroles, de ton sourire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pendant que les mondes courent à leur perte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laisse-moi t'aimer encore ici un moment."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hélène Sobell)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-4095897718154200351?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4095897718154200351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4095897718154200351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/07/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-997150001522814368</id><published>2008-07-09T22:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:20:12.448+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Results (first year)</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got my results this afternoon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;French literature (written): 8&lt;br /&gt;French literature (oral) : 14&lt;br /&gt;TPE + oral presentation : 14&lt;br /&gt;Biology/Chemistry/Physics : 14&lt;br /&gt;Maths/Informatics : 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got 34 points plus ^^&lt;br /&gt;sooo happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-997150001522814368?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/997150001522814368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/997150001522814368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/07/results-first-year.html' title='Results (first year)'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-2881526751244181476</id><published>2008-07-08T21:40:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:23:42.108+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SHPENVUpYAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ledj10e2K3Q/s1600-h/page2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220732126393622530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SHPENVUpYAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ledj10e2K3Q/s320/page2.jpg" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#d5eeff;"&gt;24*04*08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#d5eeff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#d5eeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#d5eeff;"&gt;was the day I fell for you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#d5eeff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#d5eeff;"&gt;Just love you sooooooooo much darlin . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#d5eeff;"&gt;bisoussss&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/5899346199465325162-2881526751244181476?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2881526751244181476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2881526751244181476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/07/240408.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SHPENVUpYAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ledj10e2K3Q/s72-c/page2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-8621498764213737382</id><published>2008-07-02T17:33:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:53:56.802+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/br&gt;Exams are finally over. Had a lack of concentration today, but still hope I made it.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I was asked to explain an extract from a book I prayed not to be questioned abt.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's done...will know my results next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I .......? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-8621498764213737382?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8621498764213737382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8621498764213737382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/07/exams-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-6187574992380570510</id><published>2008-07-01T18:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:49:08.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always tend to make things difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always disappoint others?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always so selfish ?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always seek for destruction?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I trying to find pain in everything that happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Why do I always realize my mistakes when it's too late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-6187574992380570510?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6187574992380570510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6187574992380570510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/07/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-8528647723074055658</id><published>2008-06-24T15:11:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T13:22:01.121+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SGEap9f9a9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/rp6rlhRrekA/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215479151657315282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SGEap9f9a9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/rp6rlhRrekA/s320/page1.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere between dreams and reality &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone asked me yesterday: "Why don't you start living in reality? You know that this is just a dream."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...yeah maybe, but this is &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; dream. This is what I chose two months ago and this is what I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know this shouldn't upset me that much, but I can't help...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and just let me give you some advice: Get outta my way, girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Written exams are over, but I still have an oral exam to pass next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll get the results on the 9 th July (exams) ... nd on the 1st August (cambridge certificate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;rly hope that I did well .. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-8528647723074055658?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8528647723074055658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8528647723074055658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SGEap9f9a9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/rp6rlhRrekA/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-8320642286726228087</id><published>2008-06-12T21:04:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:52:24.865+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The night is over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211082478719967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SFF756ddodI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0oG7WnIpAsY/s400/IMGP0281.JPG" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you to know that you mean a lot to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You delivered me from my pain, and I'm truly grateful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are no words to describe how much I love and miss you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I remain silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and think of you, ...my angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And through it all he offers me protection&lt;br /&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;br /&gt;Wether I'm right or wrong"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And down the waterfall&lt;br /&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;br /&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;br /&gt;When I come to call he won't forsake me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm loving angels instead"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-8320642286726228087?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8320642286726228087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8320642286726228087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/06/night-is-over_12.html' title='The night is over...'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SFF756ddodI/AAAAAAAAAGs/0oG7WnIpAsY/s72-c/IMGP0281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-1840026864327258600</id><published>2008-06-12T19:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:53:13.101+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Please,...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...don't ever hurt me again ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-1840026864327258600?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1840026864327258600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1840026864327258600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/06/please.html' title='Please,...'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-6435542414674739674</id><published>2008-05-31T16:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:11:57.583+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SEFjnSGpx6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpM18M-VHmU/s1600-h/unfaithful.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206552170742794146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SEFjnSGpx6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpM18M-VHmU/s320/unfaithful.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And I know that he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knows I'm unfaithful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it kills him inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that I am happy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with some other guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can see him dying"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was thinking of the past today and I realised that I did you wrong. Although you will never see this, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry. You did so much for me, you were always there but I didn't care and cheated on you. I think I wasn't ready for a relationship , I was still too young and I just played with your heart. I always conjured up excuses not to meet you, though you were my boyfriend. Now that I'm looking back at all my mistakes I feel so bad because I know you really loved me.&lt;em&gt; Es tut mir wirklich Leid.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hope you've got a fulfilled life now with your girlfriend and child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-6435542414674739674?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6435542414674739674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6435542414674739674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/05/confessions.html' title='Confessions..'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp1.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SEFjnSGpx6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/wpM18M-VHmU/s72-c/unfaithful.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-958725570662249560</id><published>2008-05-27T21:13:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:27:17.662+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SDxqQmKvhkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XTrLFF6ni6s/s1600-h/doubts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205152102689506882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SDxqQmKvhkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XTrLFF6ni6s/s320/doubts.jpg" width="351" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend too much time thinking.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's inconceivable how much one little word can change your way of thinking and living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise you that I won't give up. I hope those doubts will fade soon .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-958725570662249560?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/958725570662249560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/958725570662249560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/05/confused.html' title='Confused..'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SDxqQmKvhkI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XTrLFF6ni6s/s72-c/doubts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-474685468873903886</id><published>2008-05-23T17:18:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:00:01.420+02:00</updated><title type='text'>One black spot on a pure white wall</title><content type='html'>Just wondering how stupid people can be.&lt;br /&gt;That's simply laughable. After what I've seen til now I really think you must have some kinda mental problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Exams are coming soon =((( And I have to read 16 books within a month now and have to learn nd study about 30 texts. And this is just for french/litterature classes. ='( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll have to pass exams in maths, informatics, biology, physics nd chemistry too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sigh... won't have time to do anything else except studying the next few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wanna see you so badly darlin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always thought love and pain belong together until you proved me wrong.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-474685468873903886?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/474685468873903886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/474685468873903886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-black-spot-on-pure-white-wall.html' title='One black spot on a pure white wall'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-1240637727609553719</id><published>2008-05-19T21:05:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:13:07.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>longing for you</title><content type='html'>Some people may think that a relationship is a prison; that you've lost your freedom, that you're always under control, that you have to report every little detail to your partner. I can only advise those people not to start a relationship, they are just not ready for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would define a relationship as a golden cage. It still restricts your freedom and there are limits , limits you can't cross. But in this golden cage "freedom" becomes "faithfulness" and "controlling" is called "sharing".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202179536800710626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SDHaufTP_-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jG7oDKkZOR4/s320/waitin+for+freedom.JPG" width="337" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You know, actually the only time I feel complete freedom is when you're by my side. Then I'm free from all those fears, thoughts and oppressive feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just miss you so much ...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-1240637727609553719?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1240637727609553719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1240637727609553719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/05/longing-for-you.html' title='longing for you'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SDHaufTP_-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jG7oDKkZOR4/s72-c/waitin+for+freedom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-7900517713748315097</id><published>2008-05-11T15:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:57:44.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a rainy day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why don't they understand that I only want and need you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys are really weird. No one is interested in you unless you are in a relationship....then every one is trying to go after you. But the weirdest is that they don't want to understand that you love your boyfriend and never wanna be unfaithful. Anyway, for all those who are concerned: I'm happy with my bf, I won't lie to him and NO I won't be unfaithful just because he lives far away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I hope it's clear now. And for those who refuse to talk to me just because I found someone I love: This is your problem! I never told you to wait for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199117809234214866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SCb6GfTP_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Q_C9I5VzOw/s320/IMGP0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love = prison or a golden cage?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-7900517713748315097?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7900517713748315097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/7900517713748315097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-on-rainy-day.html' title='Thoughts on a rainy day..'/><author><name>MyA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16802571675419976554</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://bp0.blogger.com/_7aAEW8Y2HFs/SCb6GfTP_9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3Q_C9I5VzOw/s72-c/IMGP0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-658429209624622953</id><published>2008-04-25T07:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:49:01.992+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little answer</title><content type='html'>Haha, you know, your words don't affect me at all. If you want to type more about me , go ahead, haha I won't stop you! It's kinda funny to see how desperately you want to hurt me with your words. You must be very angry, right, to type such a long post,...^^ kinda amuses me. Hm, anyway, you and your rly stupid ex gf, you can go on telling things about me , haha , I rly don't care .. just stop contacting me. And you can go on and try to hurt me , but that will lead to nothing , because I'm completely over you , ... there's someone much more important now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-658429209624622953?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/658429209624622953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/658429209624622953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-little-answer.html' title='Just a little answer'/><author><name>MyA</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-4690108889406609173</id><published>2008-04-24T16:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:19:21.747+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/SBCZ-M9T4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/btEAlC-KqKI/s1600-h/IMGP0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192819664267502146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/SBCZ-M9T4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/btEAlC-KqKI/s320/IMGP0183.JPG" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promised...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my holidays in singapore^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect it to be that great, especially after what happened recently. But I really enjoyed my stay alot . Got to know alot of nice people, muacks *kiss to ya all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to come over soon again, really miss everyone.. or nearly everyone xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to thank two special people who helped me to forget all the bad things that happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to realize that not everyone who claims to be in university is smart . Some people's stupidity is just beyond description. But this isn't my problem anymore, I'm over this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-4690108889406609173?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4690108889406609173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/4690108889406609173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-at-home.html' title='Back at home'/><author><name>MyA</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/SBCZ-M9T4kI/AAAAAAAAAA0/btEAlC-KqKI/s72-c/IMGP0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-5050548608125780154</id><published>2008-03-31T00:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:42:17.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Found inner peace again</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's really hard to believe that someone you thought was perfect for you could turn out to be the worst person you've ever known. You just told everyone your sick lies and thought you could keep playing a double game. You use people for your own comfort. You take everything from those who love you , without giving anything in return. Look around you, do you really think you have friends and people who care about you ? Those who cared finally opened their eyes and moved on , leaving you behind. And friends? ..No you don't have any, because you don't care about anyone. You are not able to love anyone else except yourself. You only use people and manipulate them. You're so damn sick boy. You didn't deserve the love of those who cared for you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up boy! Your life is a ruin. You will never get anything in your life , you will just stay at the very bottom of  society. And this because of your pride. You don't have any aim in your life, and since you know that you will never be able to support yourself because of your very own stupidity, you try to enchant people with your lies, so that they can give you the comfort you need.&lt;br /&gt;You know , after all you did to me( and to others as well) I'm not angry. I don't feel any anger ...I'm just disappointed , very disappointed. And it isn't you that hurts me , it's just my stupid naivity. It's just amazing how you destroy those you claim to love. But hey , this didn't destroy me ...this finally liberated me from you.And I feel , and I know that Ill get over you very quickly, because you're just a miserable mistake in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my best friends house this week end. It was really great, he helped me doing my school stuff and choosing a ring ^^ Then he brought me out to a bar. It was real fun.....rly needed to see him. I feel like he's always there for me, and i hope i could do as much for him. Don't forget to call me when I'm over there, k? Cuz I think the only thing that could make me smile is hearing your voice. I thank you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-5050548608125780154?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/5050548608125780154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/5050548608125780154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/found-inner-peace-again.html' title='Found inner peace again'/><author><name>MyA</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-2258162935573783501</id><published>2008-03-24T14:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:24:23.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eastern</title><content type='html'>Stayed over at my cousin's house and we had a big easter dinner yesterday evening. ^^&lt;br /&gt;We watched some movies and talked about our childhood. That's how we came to remember Dridri lol. "Je suis une orange, je dois me peler." xD  omg , so f*cking hilarious. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it snowed this morning! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The line between love and hate is very thin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-2258162935573783501?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2258162935573783501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/2258162935573783501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-eastern.html' title='Happy Eastern'/><author><name>MyA</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-5984988336728496609</id><published>2008-03-20T20:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:21:31.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn between two worlds</title><content type='html'>Have a lot of nightmares these days....don't know why. I never really had nightmares in my life, and now I get them nearly every night. Perhaps because I'm too nervous, too stressed....but maybe it's because I don't know what I really want. I thought I've made my choice, but could it be the wrong one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-5984988336728496609?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/5984988336728496609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/5984988336728496609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/torn-between-two-worlds.html' title='Torn between two worlds'/><author><name>MyA</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-8818674525286237966</id><published>2008-03-19T12:21:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:18:03.768+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts are clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R-ESc4IO0jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ITAQDsWj-Kg/s1600-h/Fuck+life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179441333765329458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R-ESc4IO0jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ITAQDsWj-Kg/s320/Fuck+life.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yeah, exactly , thats for you !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played volleyball yesterday... and my hand is so painful and turned blue now =(&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not talented for those team sports lol&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'll get holidays soon , soo happy, really need holidays. School is so tiring at the moment , espacially litterature class. Pff &gt;&gt;school until 5pm, then homework until abt 8pm,haha and after that you still have to learn for the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You seem not to care about anything anymore, including me. Baroque poets came to this conclusion way before I did: Everything changes everyday, we are never the same as the day before. You showed me that this is true. What you told me yesterday is the total opposite of what you're saying now, what you did yesterday seems to be totally forgotten by you now.&lt;br /&gt;However, I've made my choice... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-8818674525286237966?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8818674525286237966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/8818674525286237966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/ill-meet-you-soon.html' title='My thoughts are clear'/><author><name>MyA</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R-ESc4IO0jI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ITAQDsWj-Kg/s72-c/Fuck+life.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-1381818262371450512</id><published>2008-03-14T18:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:24:54.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I've cured my addiction to you</title><content type='html'>Had a meeting with my teachers and the headmaster today. They told me that everything is fine , that I have excellent marks....that I'm very disciplinated and hardworking ^^ haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything is going well at school^^. Singing lesson was really nice today, but I still have to practice the songs for the concert. Hm.. don't know what to do this week end, ..have to work and learn.. hm , and maybe I'll go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177660124928332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R9q-c4IO0iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xvYykJcQ6cw/s320/IMGP0098.JPG" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Avignon tomorrow!^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;absence + silence = indifference ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-1381818262371450512?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1381818262371450512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1381818262371450512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-cured-my-addiction-to-you.html' title='I&apos;ve cured my addiction to you'/><author><name>MyA</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R9q-c4IO0iI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xvYykJcQ6cw/s72-c/IMGP0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-1289962463000708449</id><published>2008-03-12T23:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:22:17.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I want to leave everything behind and fly to heaven</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry. Believe me. You know I don't want to be like this, but sometimes I can't control myself. Of course this isn't an excuse for what I did. But I can only repeat that I'm sorry , and I really mean it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you need to drink the pain away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-1289962463000708449?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1289962463000708449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/1289962463000708449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/sometimes-i-want-to-leave-everything.html' title='Sometimes I want to leave everything behind and fly to heaven'/><author><name>MyA</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5899346199465325162.post-6530939693639945272</id><published>2008-03-12T17:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:12:38.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;First entries are horrible...you never really know what to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, had a very important exam yesterday. I'm so glad that it's over now...was really stressed. The next important exams are in may and june , so I still have some time to learn^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hm.. went to Pont du Gard last week end *really nice. There were a lot of cute little chinese boys ^^' haha I nearly kidnapped one xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176905361735471618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R9gP_4IO0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fq3QH-358kY/s320/IMGP0109.JPG" width="331" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This was at Pont du Gard~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everything changes...except me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But what if I start to change too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Would you notice? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5899346199465325162-6530939693639945272?l=xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6530939693639945272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5899346199465325162/posts/default/6530939693639945272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xsweet-memoriesx.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello everyone'/><author><name>MyA</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4dgpxuaLDfk/R9gP_4IO0gI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Fq3QH-358kY/s72-c/IMGP0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
