<?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-7913937347184401763</id><updated>2012-01-05T13:04:04.296+08:00</updated><category term='oldies poem'/><category term='happy birthday poem'/><category term='story'/><category term='casino poem'/><category term='game poem'/><category term='reality'/><category term='word of God'/><category term='missing quotes'/><category term='quotations'/><category term='love spell'/><category term='missing poem'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='song lyrics'/><category term='marriage tips'/><category term='stupid poem'/><category term='lost love quotes'/><category term='toni gonzaga'/><category term='love quotes'/><category term='dating tips'/><category term='miss you quotes'/><category term='love tips'/><category term='wedding vows'/><category term='analysis'/><category term='one hello'/><category term='funny poem'/><category term='old poems'/><category term='flirting tips'/><category term='article'/><category term='marriage vows'/><category term='marriage love poems'/><category term='love poems'/><category term='love poem'/><category term='love article'/><category term='love'/><category term='love song'/><category term='atttitude tip'/><category term='poems'/><category term='kissing tips'/><title type='text'>Love Dive</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Love Dive and let us join to plunge… to go deeper about love… and share our ideas and experiences. |Love Quotes Collection, Love Poems, Love Poetry, Love Song, Love Experiences, Thoughts and Analysis!|</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1985223669392493191</id><published>2008-12-31T16:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:30:24.197+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><title type='text'>Christmas Love Tips from Lovedive</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 120px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VQ3FVrRbjrI/SVssFzy4qSI/AAAAAAAAASA/uAiM0C0PUcQ/pick%20and%20kiss.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick a number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This romantic tip is real fun and truly gives the meaning of love. Tell your sweetheart to pick a number between 1-50 and then shower him/her with that number of kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 131px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VQ3FVrRbjrI/SVssFxaE7zI/AAAAAAAAAR4/VEHiRrd9grM/compliments.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span dragover="true" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compliments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compliments go a long way. So pick up a thesaurus and describe your lover with the words that truly bring out the best in him/her. Use words like beautiful, handsome, angelic, divine, sublime, alluring, bewitching, stunning, gorgeous, exquisite, marvelous, magnificent, charming, enticing, fabulous etc. This is a great romance tip that works just perfect for both the sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dragover="true" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fill some romance into your world with just tiny gestures to spark the magic of love. If you guys are living together, then scribble small messages and leave them in different places. Like if you leave for work earlier than your hubby then write a romantic message with soap on the bathroom mirror. It will be a great way to start your day.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 87px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VQ3FVrRbjrI/SVssGJjXJlI/AAAAAAAAASI/q9Y4jqJE_hg/short%20and%20sweet.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&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/7913937347184401763-1985223669392493191?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1985223669392493191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1985223669392493191' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1985223669392493191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1985223669392493191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-love-tips-from-lovedive.html' title='Christmas Love Tips from Lovedive'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_VQ3FVrRbjrI/SVssFzy4qSI/AAAAAAAAASA/uAiM0C0PUcQ/s72-c/pick%20and%20kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-7050470786209608241</id><published>2008-12-31T16:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:07:40.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Friends vs Girlfriend: Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of the most challenging aspects of being in a relationship is figuring out how to balance your friends and girlfriend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hard to balance and if you can’t handle the situation for there might lot of consequences, right? If you ignore your girlfriend one too many times, you'll be single before you know it, but your friends won't remain friends with you for very long if you constantly flake out on them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Eventually, learning how to balance your friends and girlfriend is about time management and respect. The people who care about you deserve your time… the key is sorting out how to divide that time fairly between the important people in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tips:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: Askmen.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan time with each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends have always just called you up when they're in the mood to go out. Meanwhile, your girlfriend has started assuming that you'll be spending every weekend together. The problem is that both parties assume that you can just drop everything and hang out with them. In an effort to balance your friends and girlfriend, a little planning goes a long way… scheduling will you help you make the most of your time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Respect sacred occasions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you try to balance your friends and girlfriend, it's essential to acknowledge that some events are sacred -- some things you absolutely cannot ditch out on. For example, you pretty well have to spend New Year's with your girlfriend, even if your buddies are planning a kick-ass road trip to New York City while all she wants to do is attend a party at her BFF's. Similarly, you can't -- under any circumstances --- let your girlfriend talk you into blowing off sacred guy time, like your fantasy football draft or your annual camping trip. Recognize that some things are sacred and you'll be more likely to balance your friends and girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn her into a wing-woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to balance your friends and your girlfriend is to plan outings with both parties. For example, try taking your girlfriend with you when you go out to the club with the guys. Turning her into a wingwoman can be a great opportunity for friend-girlfriend bonding. Your girlfriend can actually be an asset for your friends in the pickup game. Single girls will feel more comfortable talking to your male friends if there's a woman in your group. Also, the sight of your friends talking comfortably with your cute girlfriend is sure to trigger a single girl's competitive nature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your girlfriend will enjoy these outings too because women can't resist playing matchmaker. She'll also be happy to lend a hand to your boys because, generally, girlfriends want your male friends to find girlfriends. When your friends start pairing up with girls, they're less threatening to her as you can start doing things like double-dates (instead of having them steal you away to prowl for women). Turning her into a wingwoman is a win-win situation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-7050470786209608241?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/7050470786209608241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=7050470786209608241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7050470786209608241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7050470786209608241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-vs-girlfriend-relationship.html' title='Friends vs Girlfriend: Relationship'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8615048441263273669</id><published>2008-12-17T03:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:26:14.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casino poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Casino Poem</title><content type='html'>You were heavy in your chair&lt;br /&gt;One hand rubbed the green felt of the table&lt;br /&gt;As if it were the breast on the sinewy body of yearning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched your tan lips envelop the soft bliss of your second to last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;The light brown sugar of your skin was impervious to the piercing flashy lights&lt;br /&gt;But blue and white shown from your somber eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each delicious chip were like the pennies we would throw in shopping mall fountains&lt;br /&gt;Wishes and dreams waiting to be scooped up&lt;br /&gt;The waitress in the vexatious black dress faithfully brought you whiskey sours&lt;br /&gt;Numbing and erasing all that continued to spiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to grab your hands and smell the bills and smoke&lt;br /&gt;Then force them on my waist&lt;br /&gt;I would have led you through the ravenous creatures, the deceitful ringing&lt;br /&gt;Lights that leave the eyes arid and the soul broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegant carpeting, signs that lie&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have enveloped you and pulled you back to anguish&lt;br /&gt;Through the revolving doors the ocean mist would have cleansed&lt;br /&gt;The buildings were vibrant but they weren't bigger than us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have kept walking to the sand&lt;br /&gt;Just ahead of where the ocean stops&lt;br /&gt;You would lay with me&lt;br /&gt;So I could rub sand up your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume the wetness of night&lt;br /&gt;And the dryness of your torment&lt;br /&gt;Playing &lt;a href="http://www.casino.de/" target="_blank"&gt;casinos&lt;/a&gt; or casino poker is still the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-8615048441263273669?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8615048441263273669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8615048441263273669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8615048441263273669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8615048441263273669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2008/12/casino-poem.html' title='Casino Poem'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-7790574346211047716</id><published>2008-12-16T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:16:47.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>When Life Gets So Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to find some words on a card.&lt;br /&gt;That would help to get thru' it when life gets so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you can't bear it, perhaps can't go on&lt;br /&gt;When deep in the heart there's no trace of a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some words that would comfort  when late in the night&lt;br /&gt;The trials return and you're too tired to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the tears flow so often it seems you'll run dry.&lt;br /&gt;And life gets so tough that you just want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least go and hide where you're safe from all pain.&lt;br /&gt;Someplace you can rest 'til you find joy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the words you so need to hear&lt;br /&gt;That will help and will heal and remove all the fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That builds up inside 'til you think you'll explode&lt;br /&gt;What are the words that will lighten the load?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew the right words to say.&lt;br /&gt;To encourage and bless you or comfort some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not the words but this I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I shall offer up prayers to the Father for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, in life when you really need someone to comfort you because you're too confuse of something else but nobody is there... all you have to do is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, when someone is there to comfort you- the more confuse you're are!... all you have to do is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt; to your heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sometimes, going somewhere cannot help you to think... all you have to do is to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIND&lt;/span&gt; other ways and other things that you think it will help you go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, no matter what happens in life always remember three things... PRAY, LISTEN and FIND! And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOPE and FAITH&lt;/span&gt; will follow! Have a good and happy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-7790574346211047716?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/7790574346211047716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=7790574346211047716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7790574346211047716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7790574346211047716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-life-gets-so-hard.html' title='When Life Gets So Hard'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1105334040859427966</id><published>2008-09-07T15:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:02:17.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toni gonzaga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one hello'/><title type='text'>Hello- This is how it starts!</title><content type='html'>I could relate... I'm in love... I'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni Gonzaga's song entitled: One Hello&lt;br /&gt;... If you're not afraid of what love brings, this will be your chance that you will be taking- say Hello because love begins there! Love begins in friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of what love brings&lt;br /&gt;Then endings are beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Of beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;It's a chance you'll take&lt;br /&gt;It's a chance you'll win&lt;br /&gt;If someone's gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;First you gotta let them in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz love begins with one hello&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;Now it's easy letting go&lt;br /&gt;One hello is how it starts&lt;br /&gt;You might win it all or lose your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Then try and keep it simple&lt;br /&gt;Or try and keep it real&lt;br /&gt;And if being real&lt;br /&gt;Means you'll someday say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Remember my friend&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes not the end&lt;br /&gt;It's a circle you know&lt;br /&gt;And it starts with one hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohh...&lt;br /&gt;Love begins with one hello&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is over&lt;br /&gt;Now it's easy letting go&lt;br /&gt;One hello is how it starts&lt;br /&gt;Remember my friend&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes not the end&lt;br /&gt;It's a circle you know&lt;br /&gt;And it starts, starts with one hello&lt;br /&gt;It starts with one hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-1105334040859427966?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1105334040859427966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1105334040859427966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1105334040859427966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1105334040859427966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-could-relate.html' title='Hello- This is how it starts!'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4772779806634415919</id><published>2007-11-07T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:18:05.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love spell'/><title type='text'>The Magic of Love Spell: Love Mantra</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RzESFYJqz-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/IV-GOJWxSaM/s320/writing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129901334143356898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now, who among you tried this spell? Effective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a very old and tested love spell. It is definitely to work for you also. For this spell take a piece of paper and write the sentence �XX loves XX�. For example your name is Tom and her name is Rosy. So you write �Tom loves Rosy�. Now we reverse this sentence completely letter by letter. So it will be �ysor sevol mot�. After this take a green pen and on a fresh piece of paper write the reversed sentence without any space; �ysorsevolmot�. Carry this paper with you for some days and seven times in the day read it aloud saying each letter individually like Y S O R S�.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Last but not the least when he or she falls in love with you, throw this paper in a lake or river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4772779806634415919?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4772779806634415919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4772779806634415919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4772779806634415919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4772779806634415919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/11/magic-of-love-spell-love-mantra.html' title='The Magic of Love Spell: Love Mantra'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RzESFYJqz-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/IV-GOJWxSaM/s72-c/writing.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5580042684186392866</id><published>2007-10-20T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:52:23.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><title type='text'>Points System: Make a Woman Happy</title><content type='html'>Here's the truth: "Do something she likes and you get points.  Do something she  dislikes and points are subtracted. You don't get any points for doing something she expects." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Source: across.co.nz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple Obligations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get points if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;you make the bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Points are subtracted when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You throw the bedspread over rumpled sheets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You leave the toilet seat up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Engagements&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points are subtracted when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You stay for a while, then chat with a college drinking buddy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get points if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Points are subtracted when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You just take her out to dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communication &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get points if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When she wants to talk, you listen, for over 30 minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You listen for more than 30 minutes without looking at the TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Points are subtracted when:&lt;br /&gt;She realizes this is because you've fallen asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.co.uk/eightchtee/Rxl5SDf0USI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0BbtQSlSfUo/s144/smiling.JPG" border="0" height="144" width="142" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful guys! Remember that your rule is to make the woman happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-5580042684186392866?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5580042684186392866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5580042684186392866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5580042684186392866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5580042684186392866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/points-system-make-woman-happy.html' title='Points System: Make a Woman Happy'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-6203541141462749692</id><published>2007-10-20T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T11:28:25.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Making the person happy: Woman VS Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/Rxl1vzf0URI/AAAAAAAAAI4/074RL-f2_Ds/s1600-h/making+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/Rxl1vzf0URI/AAAAAAAAAI4/074RL-f2_Ds/s400/making+love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123255515248611602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which of which is easy? Making the woman happy or making the man happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When making a woman happy, you guys just need to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;very clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a good listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;determined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus points if you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give her compliments regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love shopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;be very rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not stress her out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not look at other girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;give her lots of attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never forget occasion like birthdays &amp;amp; anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT! Making a man happy, there are only two things you need to consider :-) [... and some girls hate it. But it's a reality!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Show up naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bring food&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/7913937347184401763-6203541141462749692?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/6203541141462749692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=6203541141462749692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6203541141462749692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6203541141462749692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/making-person-happy-woman-vs-man.html' title='Making the person happy: Woman VS Man'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/Rxl1vzf0URI/AAAAAAAAAI4/074RL-f2_Ds/s72-c/making+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8137066514112196327</id><published>2007-10-16T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:19:24.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><title type='text'>Chris Daughtry: Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RxV_Cjf0UQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FKXBah3-vVw/s400/chris+daughtry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122139833068966146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm staring out into the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Trying to hide the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm going to the place where love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And feeling good don't ever cost a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And the pain you feel's a different kind of pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm going home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm not running from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But these places and these faces are getting old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I'm going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Well I'm going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The miles are getting longer, it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;The closer I get to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I've not always been the best man or friend for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But your love, remains true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You always seem to give me another try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I'm going home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm not running from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You just might get it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And then some you don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Be careful what you wish for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;'Cause you just might get it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You just might get it all, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Oh, well I'm going home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Back to the place where I belong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;And where your love has always been enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm not running from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;But these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I said these places and these faces are getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;So I'm going home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-8137066514112196327?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8137066514112196327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8137066514112196327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8137066514112196327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8137066514112196327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/chris-daughtry-home.html' title='Chris Daughtry: Home'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RxV_Cjf0UQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FKXBah3-vVw/s72-c/chris+daughtry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4725802829994385653</id><published>2007-10-16T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:01:17.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RxQNOzf0UMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J0fcOJu6Kds/s1600-h/happy+birthday+love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RxQNOzf0UMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J0fcOJu6Kds/s400/happy+birthday+love.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121733224220086466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to my love!&lt;br /&gt;A sea around my heart:&lt;br /&gt;Part shelter, part enduring word,&lt;br /&gt;Part mirror of my art.&lt;br /&gt;You are the calm that drains my rage,&lt;br /&gt;Bliss upon my shores,&lt;br /&gt;Immensity immutable,&lt;br /&gt;Rush that life restores.&lt;br /&gt;To you I wish to be a welcome&lt;br /&gt;Harbor for your ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Destiny and origin,&lt;br /&gt;Aim of your affection,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning of your motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4725802829994385653?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4725802829994385653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4725802829994385653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4725802829994385653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4725802829994385653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy Birthday my Love!'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RxQNOzf0UMI/AAAAAAAAAHg/J0fcOJu6Kds/s72-c/happy+birthday+love.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8917083422011861247</id><published>2007-10-16T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:42:07.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing poem'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes, when you miss someone you can't deny to your own self that you're sad and that you want to go next to him/her... Even myself right now, i can feel the saddest part of my life  while missing my guy! This is for you Bev,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever bothered to realize&lt;br /&gt;how much you mean to me?&lt;br /&gt;I care so much for you inside&lt;br /&gt;and miss you so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is always curious about&lt;br /&gt;the way things might have been.&lt;br /&gt;As days go by and time goes by,&lt;br /&gt;I look back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I held you in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;I had the whole world right there.&lt;br /&gt;There you were, comforting me with&lt;br /&gt;all of your charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every little kiss from you&lt;br /&gt;was like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;This love that I have inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;it all belonged to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, all those little things&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd miss,&lt;br /&gt;Like all those conversations we had,&lt;br /&gt;or the first time we kissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that what I'm trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;is I miss and love you more each day!&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me not to see you,&lt;br /&gt;or not to know if you're ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to understand&lt;br /&gt;that I loved you from the start.&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many miles&lt;br /&gt;we may be apart,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always hold a special place&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-8917083422011861247?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8917083422011861247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8917083422011861247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8917083422011861247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8917083422011861247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-when-you-miss-someone-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1293350517669950554</id><published>2007-10-16T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T08:28:28.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing quotes'/><title type='text'>Missing Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did you miss someone? Express your thoughts and send your love to them... tell them that you miss them and you can't live your life without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's true we don't know what we've got until its gone, but we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I did three things today; miss you, miss you, and miss you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Each time I miss you, a star falls down from the sky. So, if you looked up at the sky and found it dark with no stars, it is all your fault. You made me miss you too much!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;“Cause I love you and I miss you, hearing your voice is the closest thing to touching you…”"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You may be out of my sight... but never out of my mind... I Miss You!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I am waiting and hoping and wishing for the time, when we can be together again! I Miss You!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"A day without you is like a day without sunshine... I Miss you..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When I think of you I get this feeling that I want to see you. I miss you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When I Miss You... I just close my eyes &amp;amp; I am with you!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-1293350517669950554?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1293350517669950554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1293350517669950554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1293350517669950554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1293350517669950554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-quotes.html' title='Missing Quotes'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-6025705245743831993</id><published>2007-10-10T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:25:29.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissing tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><title type='text'>Kisses: types and tips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Feel free to try them... what? to whom? Well, it's up to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here are some types of kisses :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wake Up Kiss - Before your partner awakes lean over and kiss their cheek and move over giving soft kisses until&lt;br /&gt;   you reach their lips. Definitely a more than pleasant way to wake up!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RwxBJzf0UEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C_CVnnL9Xog/s400/kisses.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119538513111699522" align="right" border="0" height="214" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trickle Kiss - Take a sip of a favorite drink and trickle it slowly into partner's mouth while kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tiger Kiss - Quietly sneak up behind your partner making sure they do not know what you are going to do. Out&lt;br /&gt;   of the blue, grab them and gently bite their neck. Make sure to get a few good growls in too. This will surely surprise them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Buzzing Kiss - Gently place your lips against your lover's neck , behind their ear. Now, send a shudder through their skin by gently growling and humming, vibrating your lips and cheeks as you do so. Move up and down the neck, over the bones of the face and lips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Teaser Kiss - Starting on the forehead, a sweet short kiss on lips, then move up the arms up to her hand, kiss her hand, then come back up her arm, to her face and then lightly kiss her lips till she wants a passionate kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Butterfly Kiss - With your faces less than a breath away, open and close your eyelids against your partners. If done correctly, the fluttering sensation will match the one in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Can you imagine what a weighty impact it leaves on your beloved after a stimulating and exciting kiss session? To kiss confidently, be confident. To be confident, you have to relax. It is best not to think about anything. Do not pay attention to the result. Enjoy the process but slowly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-6025705245743831993?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/6025705245743831993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=6025705245743831993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6025705245743831993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6025705245743831993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/wind-changes-but-love-kisses.html' title='Kisses: types and tips'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RwxBJzf0UEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C_CVnnL9Xog/s72-c/kisses.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1430605179448311180</id><published>2007-10-10T10:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:52:12.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Scared to love... you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; is the master key that opens the gates of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;, according to Holmes. Agree? How about if you’re scared… &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;scared of love&lt;/span&gt;, scared of loving someone? Does it mean that you’re not giving yourself a chance to enter the gate of happiness and that you will be forever sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What if you don’t have any guts to court someone or don’t have guts to accept someone? What if, you’re afraid that the girl might ignore you or afraid because there might be lots of expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions remain a question but here’s the thoughts going through your head as you’re &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;falling in love&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You push the hair out of my face,&lt;br /&gt;And place your forehead on mine,&lt;br /&gt;and you stare deep into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And there is a pause in time.&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand in yours,&lt;br /&gt;And rub it with your thumb,&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to say the words,&lt;br /&gt;I find that I am dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;And have you tell me back,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get the words out,&lt;br /&gt;As though it's confidence I lack,&lt;br /&gt;But you know it could be certainty,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're not the one for me,&lt;br /&gt;So how come you're the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me want to just be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when you smile at me,&lt;br /&gt;When you call me just to hear my voice,&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me that I am beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So why am I unsure of my choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be I'm scared to love you,&lt;br /&gt;Scared to commit to just one,&lt;br /&gt;Because it feels as though my heart is fighting,&lt;br /&gt;Between loving you ands having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;    By Poppy Fields 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-1430605179448311180?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1430605179448311180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1430605179448311180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1430605179448311180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1430605179448311180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/scared-to-love-you.html' title='Scared to love... you?'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1216656950685011738</id><published>2007-10-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:48:03.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kissing tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><title type='text'>Where to kiss your lover?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kiss&lt;/span&gt; make or break a couple’s relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower you love with perfect kiss and right places... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here:&lt;br /&gt;   * Behind their ear.&lt;br /&gt;   * Tip of their nose.&lt;br /&gt;   * Back of their neck.&lt;br /&gt;   * Underside of their forearm.&lt;br /&gt;   * Curve of their waist.&lt;br /&gt;   * Palm of their hand.&lt;br /&gt;   * Inside their wrist.&lt;br /&gt;   * Under their chin.&lt;br /&gt;   * Their eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;   * Inside of their ankle.&lt;br /&gt;   * Their collar bone.&lt;br /&gt;   * Tips of their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;   * Their spine.&lt;br /&gt;   * Small of their back.&lt;br /&gt;   * Their tummy.&lt;br /&gt;   * Behind their knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any additional tips? Any comment? Hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-1216656950685011738?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1216656950685011738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1216656950685011738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1216656950685011738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1216656950685011738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-to-kiss-your-lover.html' title='Where to kiss your lover?'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-2271788003246475598</id><published>2007-10-09T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:23:29.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Love: Just a little thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter what happens, when you’re in a relationship, you should at least try to work for it. You should not take it for granted. When problems come, always talk to your partner and discuss. That’s the only way to understand things. Remember that in every situation, it is a journey for two (you and your lover). You should both plan and settle things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a poem by anonymous entitled: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Little Thing Called Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you questioned love, why love exist… why love just come and go… then it’s your chance now to pause for a while and reflect. Or simply just don’t question it. It’s been part of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love is a many splendor thing, they say,&lt;br /&gt;And I believe it when you looked my way,&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, things seemed to happen&lt;br /&gt;By chance or destiny, is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living my life so long, without knowing your existence,&lt;br /&gt;Then came a day we felt each others presence,&lt;br /&gt;Guess what's meant to be will always find a way,&lt;br /&gt;Love creeps into hearts and decides to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love so exquisite, yet so intricate,&lt;br /&gt;In a world of only "you and I"&lt;br /&gt;A love we can't even demonstrate,&lt;br /&gt;A secret we have to keep for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, honey, and its from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know that you’re no beggar from the start,&lt;br /&gt;You make me fly without wings,&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart wants to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;Is every one of my dreams coming true?&lt;br /&gt;More than words, I want to show you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Someday, some place, sometime, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a journey for two,&lt;br /&gt;Step by step, me and you,&lt;br /&gt;The future we can't see,&lt;br /&gt;Let love lead the way for you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-2271788003246475598?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/2271788003246475598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=2271788003246475598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2271788003246475598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2271788003246475598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-just-little-thing.html' title='Love: Just a little thing'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-407187438454298094</id><published>2007-10-01T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:27:31.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oldies poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Great Old Poems: 1910's - 1980's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I usually featured known and common quotes; some were new and written by unknown composer.  Just now I think of those poem collection that were composed in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1910’s, 1920’s, 1930’s&lt;/span&gt; and even in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1950’s.&lt;/span&gt; Interesting, right? How about poems during 1840’s? Unbelievable, isn’t it? I browsed one site that featured oldies poem, that’s why I’ll share selected poems for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1841 Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To The Sun-Dial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      UNDER the Window of the Hall of the House&lt;br /&gt;      of Representatives of the United States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thou silent herald of Time's silent flight!&lt;br /&gt;          Say, could'st thou speak, what warning voice were thine?&lt;br /&gt;          Shade, who canst only show how others shine!&lt;br /&gt;      Dark, sullen witness of resplendent light&lt;br /&gt;      In day's broad glare, and when the noontide bright&lt;br /&gt;          Of laughing fortune sheds the ray divine,&lt;br /&gt;          Thy ready favors cheer us--but decline&lt;br /&gt;      The clouds of morning and the gloom of night.&lt;br /&gt;      Yet are thy counsels faithful, just, and wise;&lt;br /&gt;          They bid us seize the moments as they pass--&lt;br /&gt;      Snatch the retrieveless sunbeam as it flies,&lt;br /&gt;          Nor lose one sand of life's revolving glass--&lt;br /&gt;      Aspiring still, with energy sublime,&lt;br /&gt;      By virtuous deeds to give eternity to Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Quincy Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1920’s Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      COME, thrust your hands in the warm earth&lt;br /&gt;          And feel her strength through all your veins;&lt;br /&gt;      Breathe her full odors, taste her mouth,&lt;br /&gt;          Which laughs away imagined pains;&lt;br /&gt;      Touch her life's womb, yet know&lt;br /&gt;      This substance makes your grave also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Shrink not; your flesh is no more sweet&lt;br /&gt;          Than flowers which daily blow and die;&lt;br /&gt;      Nor are your mein and dress so neat,&lt;br /&gt;          Nor half so pure your lucid eye;&lt;br /&gt;      And, yet, by flowers and earth I swear&lt;br /&gt;      You're neat and pure and sweet and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richard Aldington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1830’s Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      MY mind lets go a thousand things,&lt;br /&gt;      Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,&lt;br /&gt;      And yet recalls the very hour--&lt;br /&gt;      'Twas noon by yonder village tower,&lt;br /&gt;      And on the last blue noon in May--&lt;br /&gt;      The wind came briskly up this way,&lt;br /&gt;      Crisping the brook beside the road;&lt;br /&gt;      Then, pausing here, set down its load&lt;br /&gt;      Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly&lt;br /&gt;      Two petals from that wild-rose tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thomas Bailey Aldrich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-407187438454298094?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/407187438454298094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=407187438454298094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/407187438454298094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/407187438454298094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-old-poems-1910s-1980s.html' title='Great Old Poems: 1910&apos;s - 1980&apos;s'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8206190800823822158</id><published>2007-10-01T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:49:34.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost love quotes'/><title type='text'>Lost Love, Lost Love Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of us are falling in love, and sometimes or most often we’re falling out of love or suffering in love. Love quotes will help you to express your deepest feelings and thoughts, during those times when words just refuse to flow out of you. Here are some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost Love Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost. -G. K. Chesterton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all. -Samuel Butler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hottest love has the coldest end. -Socrates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. -Margaret Mitchell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see." - Vanessa Williams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus one day, so I never have to live without you." - Winnie the Pooh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go." - Herman Hesse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You may be facing difficulties in your relationship. You just had a big fight with your guy or girl, and you're at a loss of what to do. You just broke up with your loved one. You're thinking about whether to let him or her go and end the relationship. No matter what happens, just consider that life's like that. You just have to move forward and try to open your heart... it will surely come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-8206190800823822158?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8206190800823822158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8206190800823822158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8206190800823822158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8206190800823822158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/lost-love-lost-love-quotes.html' title='Lost Love, Lost Love Quotes'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4810964062144545559</id><published>2007-10-01T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:21:41.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love spell'/><title type='text'>The Magic of Love Spell: Effective?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RwBbPpV7S8I/AAAAAAAAADE/llss1TZACPg/s400/magic+candle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116189501046868930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Do you believe on love spell? Me? I don’t know! Maybe, but how true is it? I would like to share one here and please let me know how you react on this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;White Candle Spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This love spell is a promise to true love. Remember the spell doesn’t promise for love the way you will like but for the real feelings of the person. It may be more or less than your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Get a simple white candle. Don’t select a thin one as you have to inscribe it. Prepare a platform and decorate it with your and your lover’s favorite things. Get a rose thorn from a white rose bush and inscribe the words “All my love come to me" three times on the candle. Light and place the candle in the center of the platform. With full concentration watch the candle burn out visualizing your lover the whole time. When the candle has completely burned out completely, collect the wax and wrap it together with your love souvenirs and keep it in a safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of this love spell is that you’ll receive your lover’s true love. And in the future if you no longer wish for romantic feelings from your love, simply dispose off the wax bundle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Now, who among you tried this spell? Effective?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4810964062144545559?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4810964062144545559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4810964062144545559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4810964062144545559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4810964062144545559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/magic-of-love-spell-effective.html' title='The Magic of Love Spell: Effective?'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RwBbPpV7S8I/AAAAAAAAADE/llss1TZACPg/s72-c/magic+candle.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5593838842197732351</id><published>2007-10-01T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:12:00.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage love poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poems'/><title type='text'>I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love is in the air... Marriage love poems is here! To express true meaning of love romantically and unique! Here's one example of marriage love poems. It signifies, promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;  I promise to give you the best of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; and to ask of you no more than you can give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; I promise to respect you as your own person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; and to realize that your interests, desires and needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; are no less important than my own. I promise to share with you my time and my attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; and to bring joy, strength and imagination to our relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; I promise to keep myself open to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;, to let you see through the window of my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; into my innermost fears and feelings, secrets and dreams. I promise to grow along with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; to be willing to face changes in order to keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; our relationship alive and exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; I promise to love you in good times and bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; with all I have to give and all I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; in the only way I know how,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; completely and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dorothy R. Colgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/7913937347184401763-5593838842197732351?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5593838842197732351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5593838842197732351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5593838842197732351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5593838842197732351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-promise.html' title='I Promise'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-3096943248420428138</id><published>2007-10-01T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T12:01:29.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding vows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage vows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage tips'/><title type='text'>Marriage Vows| Wedding Vows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.google.com/eightchtee/RwBUHJV7S7I/AAAAAAAAACk/ebZ5W908D9c/wedd.JPG?imgmax=400"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://lh4.google.com/eightchtee/RwBUHJV7S7I/AAAAAAAAACk/ebZ5W908D9c/wedd.JPG?imgmax=400" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soon to be married? Got problems of wedding vows, what to say to really make your wedding romantic, meaningful and unique? Actually, there are typically three different ways to exchange one’s vows. First, “Question and Answer” Vow. This is very traditional where the priest, judge, minister, etc. to ask question from the groom and the bride to which the responds is “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I Do&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Form:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The priest, judge, minister, etc.]: "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Do you, (husband’s Name/ wife’s Name), take (wife’s Name/ husband’s Name), to be your (wife/husband)?" (Groom/Bride Response) "I&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Second, “Responsive” Vows. This is also quite traditional as you always hear this in a wedding ceremony. The wedding officiant will say a certain sentences then each of the couple will say this:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I, (Name), Take you, (Name), To be my (wife/husband); To have and to hold, From this day forward, For better, for worse, For richer, for poorer, In sickness and in health, To love and to cherish, 'Till death do us part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;" And it could be, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I, (Name), Take you, (Name), To be none other than yourself. I promise to stand by your side; To encourage you, and be open and honest with you; To laugh with you, and cry with you; To always love and honor you; Both freed and bound by our love, For as long as we both shall live.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Third, is what we called “Custom” Vow. It’s somehow a verbal love letter from each other. A groom/bride will express his/her feelings for the other, along with the promises to do or even not to do. Most of the couples write them our and just read them to the other during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;There was darkness for a long time and then there was light, and that light was you. Your love has given me wings, and our journey begins today. I pledge before this assembled company to be your husband from this day forward. Let us make of our two lives one life. I want you for today, tomorrow, and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I have dreamed my whole life of having someone as wonderful as you love me the way you do. I give myself to you as your wife, and I promise here to treasure for all of my days the love we celebrate today. Let us bring together our lives and find us a new each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://elegantvows.com/vows/4.html"&gt;elegant vows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I, ____________, take you, ____________, as my friend and love, beside me and apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in conflict and tranquility, asking that you be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you, trusting what I do not know yet, in all the ways that life may find us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The Groom places the Bride’s ring on her finger and says:____________, I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am, and all that I have, I honor you, in the name of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://elegantvows.com/vows/2.html"&gt;elegant vows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope these will help a lot to those who plan to get married! Congratulations in advance and Best Wishes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-3096943248420428138?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/3096943248420428138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=3096943248420428138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3096943248420428138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3096943248420428138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/10/marriage-vows-wedding-vows.html' title='Marriage Vows| Wedding Vows'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-2328231708924312460</id><published>2007-09-28T07:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:45:13.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid poem'/><title type='text'>Liza J. Kaplan: DateLife NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Warning: May be inappropriate for anyone in earshot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dating is tough for a gal in the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cuz brains aren't enough and most guys just ain't pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let's get down to details both nitty and gritty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you'll see that it needn't always seem so shitty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though most guys aren't cute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The numbers are ample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And it's less overwhelming to start with a sample.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let's check out some options on becoming a twosome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(And if that doesn't work you can always just screw some.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a click and a drag of your mouse you'll find guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though some things are better off left to surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As he sheds off his screenname of BigJew4You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You choke back the tears as you try not to spew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He's a bit of a freak, it is sad but it's true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But the real horror is that you know you're one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So to see if your true personalities mesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's safer to meet face to face, in the flesh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When you discover there're choices there's always speed-dating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some guys are exciting, while some leave you hating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But it's all in good fun with the prospect of mating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It can be quite interesting. Translation: degrading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though there are many men on the streets of New York,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He might not keep kosher, aka-he eats pork,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But unless you are ready for a wedding and a stork,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You'll be lucky to find one who knows how to fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though it sometimes feels hopeless, that just isn't so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Remember that each trial helps you to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So until your Prince Charming rides in on that horse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy the adventure though it may seem off course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Still it's true that dating is often quite scary,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some young guys are bald, while others are hairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Neither of which you are dying to marry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Specially if he's 'friends' with a Tom, Dick or Larry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So beware of speed dating and the internet site,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And believe me dear ladies, I too take this plight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So until you should stumble upon Mr. Right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Dating to all, and to all a good fright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Source: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.poetryamerica.com/" target="_blank"&gt;DateLife NYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-2328231708924312460?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/2328231708924312460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=2328231708924312460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2328231708924312460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2328231708924312460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/liza-j-kaplan-datelife-nyc.html' title='Liza J. Kaplan: DateLife NYC'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8184730427602064179</id><published>2007-09-28T07:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:44:25.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid poem'/><title type='text'>Funny Poem: Stretching the Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span idspanfor="frame" mlb_idspanflag="true" style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 0px 3px; z-index: 500; background-color: rgb(214, 227, 254); position: absolute; top: 0pt; left: 0pt; display: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:xx-small;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Have you heard any funny poems? How funny is it? Is it with sense? (Laughing…) I hope so! Well, I was browsing the net yesterday afternoon and found some funny poems. I can’t say it was really funny but somehow if you really interpret it in a deepest way, it’ll mean something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I’ll post one now and SOME soon…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was 1541, or perhaps a later hour,&lt;br /&gt;When Francis Dereham was taken to London's famous Tower.&lt;br /&gt;He'd been a naughty boy for Katherine Howard he had "known":&lt;br /&gt;Not a clever thing to do with her husband on the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry The Eighth was pretty cross and almost lost all reason&lt;br /&gt;And said the Queen would have to go for having committed treason.&lt;br /&gt;But proof was what was needed and it couldn't all be bought&lt;br /&gt;So Dereham was arrested and his confession keenly sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was taken to the torture room and tied upon the rack&lt;br /&gt;And the creaking wheels were turned until they'd taken up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;The rack master then smiled at him, a smile that wasn't sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Then he took a goose's feather and tickled both his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He burnt poor Dereham with heated irons and gouged out both his eyes&lt;br /&gt;But no confession could he get, much to his surprise.&lt;br /&gt;He turned the wheels some more, there was a tearing noise and then&lt;br /&gt;Dereham who'd been five-feet-two was almost five-feet-ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still they couldn't break the man, no matter what they tried,&lt;br /&gt;Until it was the rack master who just broke down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;Then Henry came along to see if confession time was near&lt;br /&gt;And having heard the problem he whispered in Dereham's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man listened quietly and then suddenly confessed&lt;br /&gt;And the rack master stared and said, "Well now, I'll be blessed,"&lt;br /&gt;"Your Highness, that was brilliant but just what did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;"I said he could change places with you for one whole day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.itsbullfrog.com" target="_blank"&gt;Stretching the Truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span idspanfor="frame" mlb_idspanflag="true" style="border: 1px solid black; padding: 0px 3px; z-index: 500; background-color: rgb(214, 227, 254); position: absolute; top: 0pt; left: 0pt; display: none;font-family:sans-serif;font-size:xx-small;"  &gt;1&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/7913937347184401763-8184730427602064179?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8184730427602064179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8184730427602064179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8184730427602064179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8184730427602064179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-poem-stretching-truth.html' title='Funny Poem: Stretching the Truth'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5728537140894580335</id><published>2007-09-27T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:25:43.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Love Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love chatting? How about registering on different dating sites just to meet someone? How you ever imagine yourself having boyfriend/girlfriend online? Will the relationship grows? Let us all read the story of Megan, 28 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a 28 yr old divorced female. Although, I have been divorced for 6 years, my dating life has been a nightmare. I was meeting guys in all types of ways, and have had a lot of heartache. I have often wondered if I was ever going to find anyone again. My past relationships have been both verbally &amp;amp; physically abusive. I had just about given up, when I was stumbling through the personal ads online, and came across an ad from a guy that lived 10 minutes away from me. His photo &amp;amp; ad caught my eye, so I decided to give him a try. After exchanging a few emails, he called me and we met and went out. I have come to find out, our fathers' have known each other for over 10 years, and we have been crossing paths for sometime now. He is the sweetest, most romantic guy I have ever known, from opening my car door, to bringing me roses. We are now inseparable. For anyone out there who is thinking about giving up on meeting their special someone... good things come to those who wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yes, it’s really true. Don’t lose hope. Just learn to wait. As the saying goes. “The more you wait for someone, the better the person.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;want your story to be read online? feel free to share it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.poemslovers.com/submit/love_stories/28.html" target="_blank"&gt;submit your story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/7913937347184401763-5728537140894580335?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5728537140894580335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5728537140894580335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5728537140894580335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5728537140894580335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-online.html' title='Love Online'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-3029480608088738268</id><published>2007-09-27T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:07:43.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>A Place in BabyG's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heartbroken, after my first love left me, I thought that I would never be able to love anyone the same way ever again. Everything reminded me of him. I didn't want anyone to replace him cause he meant so much to me. So, i kept myself from everyone that tried to get into my life. I lived with an emptiness for years. I thought that I wouldn't be able to feel the same way for anyone ever again but...&lt;br /&gt;i met a guy... through one of my distant friends. At first I didn't want anything to have to do anything with him cause I knew I would get hurt all over again if I did. But after a while i decided to give it a try. He seemed sincere about me. I fell in love again. I was scared at first cause I didn't want to be left heartbroken again. Soon enough we were always together. I cherished every second we were together. One day... he got in an accident. I was left a lone again. It was too much for me to handle. I fell in love again. It wasn't like anything that I've experienced before. I knew where I stood with him. Then... he got locked up. I didn't see any point in going on. But I knew I had to. But there was just something about him that I couldn't let go of. Then it hit my like a rock. He took something from me that no one ever had. My heart. No matter how anyone tells me that I have to move on I can't. No matter how much I want to and how much I try. He took away my most valuable possession. My love. Now I sit here alone. Staying up at remembering everything that we ever had. That emptiness in my heart can never be filled. And no matter what he'll always have a place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;want your story to be read online? feel free to share it... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.poemslovers.com/submit/love_stories/28.html" target="_blank"&gt;submit your story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-3029480608088738268?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/3029480608088738268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=3029480608088738268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3029480608088738268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3029480608088738268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/place-in-babygs-heart.html' title='A Place in BabyG&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-3061590353024779324</id><published>2007-09-24T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:17:41.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atttitude tip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><title type='text'>For Men: Top Negative Body Language of Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;These are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;top negative body language&lt;/span&gt;, signals as far as the game of flirting is concerned. Men try to sharpen your senses about these things.&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;- You lean towards her and she leans back from you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She starts turning away from you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She doesn't make eye contact with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She folds her arms across her chest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She double-crosses her legs at the ankle too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She touches her nose often while she's with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A limp or hanging hand can indicate boredom with you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When talking to you, she keeps glancing at other guys around her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She makes no effort to talk to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She doesn't reply to any of your comments, doesn't answer your questions and doesn't ask you any questions. Unless she just isn't feeling good or is moody, this could indicate that she's not interested in you and that you are wasting your time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She just comes out and tells you to get lost, go away, go to hell, or worse. Then be assured that you are heading for the danger end. It will be better for you to leave that beauty and try looking out for a gorgeous one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-3061590353024779324?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/3061590353024779324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=3061590353024779324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3061590353024779324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3061590353024779324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-men-top-negative-body-language-of.html' title='For Men: Top Negative Body Language of Women'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5160103337619231847</id><published>2007-09-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T07:24:35.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><title type='text'>MOMENTS IN LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="courier new" style="background-color: rgb(102, 255, 153); color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;div class="RTE"&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone&lt;br /&gt;so much that you just want to pick them from&lt;br /&gt;your dreams and hug them for real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the door of happiness closes, another opens;&lt;br /&gt;but often times we look so long at the&lt;br /&gt;closed door that we don't see the one,&lt;br /&gt;which has been opened for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile,&lt;br /&gt;because it takes only a smile to&lt;br /&gt;make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dream what you want to dream;&lt;br /&gt;go where you want to go;&lt;br /&gt;be what you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;because you have only one life&lt;br /&gt;and one chance to do all the things&lt;br /&gt;you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet,&lt;br /&gt;enough trials to make you strong,&lt;br /&gt;enough sorrow to keep you human and&lt;br /&gt;enough hope to make you happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily&lt;br /&gt;have the best of everything;&lt;br /&gt;they just make the most of&lt;br /&gt;everything that comes along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The brightest future will always&lt;br /&gt;be based on a forgotten past;&lt;br /&gt;you can't go forward in life until&lt;br /&gt;you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When you were born, you were crying&lt;br /&gt;and everyone around you was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life so at the end,&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who is smiling and everyone&lt;br /&gt;around you is crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please send this message to those people&lt;br /&gt;who mean something to you (I JUST DID);&lt;br /&gt;to those who have touched your life in one way or another;&lt;br /&gt;to those who make you smile when you really need it;&lt;br /&gt;to those who make you see the&lt;br /&gt;brighter side of things when you are really down;&lt;br /&gt;to those whose friendship you appreciate;&lt;br /&gt;to those who are so meaningful in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you don't send it, don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;nothing bad will happen to you;&lt;br /&gt;you will just miss out on the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;to brighten someone's day with this message!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't count the years-count the memories...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take;&lt;br /&gt;but by the moments that take our breath away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7913937347184401763-5160103337619231847?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5160103337619231847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5160103337619231847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5160103337619231847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5160103337619231847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/moments-in-life-there-are-moments-in.html' title='MOMENTS IN LIFE'/><author><name>leynags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-2153538823272527241</id><published>2007-09-17T08:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:42:24.280+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting tips'/><title type='text'>Stealing or Winning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Sunday is all about resting, talking with my family members, watching DVD, playing with my nephew and sometimes, listening to music. What amazed me yesterday while lying in my own bed was that the text message of my long lost friend- Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;“Hi Honey. Kumusta? (“How are you?”) If you don’t mind, please help me how to win a mate’s girlfriend. I really like her and I don’t care if you call me traitor or what. But I think I’m in love with that girl. Friend, please give me some tips.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Cases like this is very common, right? But my BIG question is- “Do you have any conscience? Can you win someone who’s your friend girlfriend/boyfriend?” Come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Instead of winning someone who’s in a relationship, why not find someone who’s available and flirt with him or her. Yes, flirting. It’s another way of meeting potential mates and see if you’re compatible. Well, I could give you at least 8 flirting tips for now. Check this out guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Women&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Remember these girls! Men are not used to women flirting with them. They would just love it IF woman would talk to them first or at least express a larger clue that you were interested in checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #1: Eye contact&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the first contact made with a potentially interesting person is eye contact. It’s a way of sneaking in communication that has no words. In order for that eye contact to have desired impact, it must be delivered well, with good intentions and respect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #2: Treat men gently&lt;br /&gt;Now, if someone you are not interested in approaches you and flirts, too… just be nice. All other men are watching to see what you do. It’s a BIG turn off also when you laugh after he leaves or you show visual disapproval. Why? You’re cutting your chances on anyone else approaching you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #3: Smile&lt;br /&gt;Give a guy a look. It could be all over from head to toe- and flash him your most winning smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #4: Be approachable&lt;br /&gt;Nobody likes an ice-queen. Force yourself to let your guard down and you’ll make yourself more approachable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For men&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Remember these boys! To truly make your understanding with a woman successful, you need to recognize when she’s flirting with you. Women are masters of subtlety, so it’s your job to remain aware of every gesture, word, and every move she throws your way. Be attentive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #1: When a woman smiles at you&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The smile is the last sign of openness and friendliness, provided that it’s genuine. If a woman shows her teeth and has that sparkle in her eye, then you can assume that she’s enjoying your company. Your only job is to keep her smiling by smiling back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #2: When a woman goes out of her way to get you to notice her&lt;br /&gt;Why else would she be taking the long way? If a woman walks by your table on her way to washroom in a food shop/ coffee shop, but your table is located at the opposite of where she should go, then she’s probably interested. In addition to that, if she smiles at you on her way, then consider you job half done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Tip #3: When a woman initiates a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Taking the first step to initiate a connection with you is a sign that she’s interested. And when she tells you something like “ You remind me of someone I know,” which begs a response and successive talking, that’s a concrete sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tip #4: When a woman pays you a compliment&lt;br /&gt;If she throws one your way, you can pat yourself on the back. It implies that she’s attracted to you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE FUN! Flirting is a way of connecting from the heart and acknowledging someone। Be generous and keep smiling!&lt;/span&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/7913937347184401763-2153538823272527241?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/2153538823272527241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=2153538823272527241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2153538823272527241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2153538823272527241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/stealing-or-winning.html' title='Stealing or Winning?'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-3404287873653681932</id><published>2007-09-14T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:04:05.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 64, 127);"&gt;A SPECIAL GROCERY LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:7;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:36;color:navy;"   &gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 413px; height: 377px;" alt="Hosted by FreeImageHosting.net Free Image Hosting Service" src="http://img2.freeimagehosting.net/uploads/e00256faf4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Louise Redden, a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked into a grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.&lt;br /&gt;She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.&lt;br /&gt;John Longhouse, the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store at once.&lt;br /&gt;Visualizing the family needs, she said:   "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can."&lt;br /&gt;John told her he could not give her credit, since she did not have a charge account at his store.&lt;br /&gt;Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family.  The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise replied, "Yes sir."O.K" he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."&lt;br /&gt;Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed.&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.&lt;br /&gt;The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it."&lt;br /&gt;The customer smiled and the grocer started putting the groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more.&lt;br /&gt;The grocer stood there in utter disgust. Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer, which said:&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."&lt;br /&gt;The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence.&lt;br /&gt;Louise thanked him and left the store.&lt;br /&gt;The other customer handed a fifty-dollar bill to the grocer and said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It was worth every penny of it .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only God Knows how much a prayer weighs."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-3404287873653681932?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/3404287873653681932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=3404287873653681932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3404287873653681932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/3404287873653681932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/special-grocery-list-louise-redden.html' title=''/><author><name>leynags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-7600110673552190862</id><published>2007-09-13T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:06:28.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Black VS Colored?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Try to read this and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;let me know your response :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The reality is --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 67px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXVa1Obfnsc/RunKA7S8HoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9JMXLudnPLY/s200/image+of+person.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109837369494478466" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I grew up, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When I went in the sun, I stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When I got cold, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I was scared, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I was sick, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; And when I die, I'll still be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;BLACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;NOW, You "white" folks....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXVa1Obfnsc/RunKpLS8HpI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QKs1cEwe0gU/s200/image+of+person+color.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109838060984213138" align="left" border="0" height="190" width="174" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;henyou're born, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;ou're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;" &gt; PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;ou g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;row-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;up, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:white;"  &gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When you go i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;n the sun, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;ou get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:red;"  &gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;'re cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;, you turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:blue;"  &gt; BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;you're scared, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;ou get sick, you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:green;"  &gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;When you bruise, you turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 255);font-family:Verdana;" &gt; PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;And when you die, you look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;" &gt; GRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:navy;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt; who y'all callin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 64, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;color:red;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(91, 91, 91); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-7600110673552190862?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/7600110673552190862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=7600110673552190862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7600110673552190862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7600110673552190862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-i-was-born-i-was-black-when-i-grew.html' title='Black VS Colored?'/><author><name>leynags</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OXVa1Obfnsc/RunKA7S8HoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9JMXLudnPLY/s72-c/image+of+person.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4429350977978768070</id><published>2007-09-13T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:21:41.419+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>50 Marraige Pointers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heads up for these guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marriage only gives greedy lawyers a chance to rob you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Agree or Disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Well, that’s a warning to all couples or let say to those who plan to jump into unplanned marriage. Some say, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Don’t get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”! Why? Statistics shows that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;over 50% of marriages end in divorce these days. If you get married you run a better than even chance that this could happen to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, marriage isn’t what you think it is. But it depends… still, there are 50% of marriages are together and unbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Many marriages fail today because the people involved do not know how to show love for one another since they were brought up in a loveless relationship. Follow the following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;50 Marriage Pointers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to avoid misunderstanding and problems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Start each day with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;2. Wear your wedding ring at all times&lt;br /&gt;3. Date once a week&lt;br /&gt;4. Accept differences&lt;br /&gt;5. Be polite&lt;br /&gt;6. Be gentle&lt;br /&gt;7. Give gifts&lt;br /&gt;8. Smile Often&lt;br /&gt;9. Touch&lt;br /&gt;10. Talk about dreams&lt;br /&gt;11. Choose a song that can be “your song”&lt;br /&gt;12. Give back ribs&lt;br /&gt;13. Laugh together&lt;br /&gt;14. Send a card for no reason&lt;br /&gt;15. Do what your spouse wants before being asked&lt;br /&gt;16. Listen&lt;br /&gt;17. Encourage&lt;br /&gt;18. Do it the other’s way&lt;br /&gt;19. Know your mates needs&lt;br /&gt;20. Fix his (or her) favorite breakfast&lt;br /&gt;21. Compliment your partner twice a day&lt;br /&gt;22. Call just to say “ I Love You”&lt;br /&gt;23. Slow down&lt;br /&gt;24. Hold Hands&lt;br /&gt;25. Cuddle&lt;br /&gt;26. Ask your spouse’s opinion&lt;br /&gt;27. Show respect&lt;br /&gt;28. Welcome each other’s home&lt;br /&gt;29. Look for the best for your mate&lt;br /&gt;30. Wink at each other&lt;br /&gt;31. Celebrate birthdays in a big way&lt;br /&gt;32. Apologize&lt;br /&gt;33. Forgive&lt;br /&gt;34. Set up a romantic get away&lt;br /&gt;35. Ask “what can I do to make you happier?”&lt;br /&gt;36. Be positive&lt;br /&gt;37. Be kind&lt;br /&gt;38. Be vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;39. Respond quickly to your mate’s request&lt;br /&gt;40. Talk about your love&lt;br /&gt;41. Reminisce about your favorite time together&lt;br /&gt;42. Treat his (her) relatives &amp; friends with courtesy&lt;br /&gt;43. Send flowers every Valentines Day And Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;44. Admit when you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;45. Be sensitive to your mate’s sexual desire&lt;br /&gt;46. Pray for him (her) daily&lt;br /&gt;47. Watch sunsets together&lt;br /&gt;48. Say “I Love You” frequently&lt;br /&gt;49. End each day with a hug&lt;br /&gt;50. Seek outside help when you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Following those pointers rewards you a happy marriage. Just keep in mind also that in marriage or in a relationship, private matters (i.e. sexual relationships and finances) should be kept private. Keep you separate personalities. Respect each other’s belief system. Remember that no two people think the exact same way. Make a decision about your future together and stick to it. Loyalty and honesty with each other is also has a big points in marriage. Above all, put GOD at the center of your married life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;***Many marriages fail today because the people involved do not know how to show love for one another since they were brought up in a loveless relationship.***&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Because of the power the governme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;nt gives lawyers and judges the ability to steal your stuff, and the power to make your mates life miserable should you choose to do so, being married is like living with a loaded gun sitting on the kitchen table. And once someone picks that gun up and points it at the other person, your marriage is over and your life is ruined. Because of the court system, marriage is bad for your relationship.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-heard-song-sound-of-silence.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXVa1Obfnsc/RungeLS8HtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VmH4oXdlZM4/s200/heart.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109862061261463250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4429350977978768070?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4429350977978768070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4429350977978768070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4429350977978768070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4429350977978768070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/50-marraige-pointers_13.html' title='50 Marraige Pointers'/><author><name>shangcabs</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXVa1Obfnsc/RungeLS8HtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VmH4oXdlZM4/s72-c/heart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4488176128482206341</id><published>2007-09-11T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:03:32.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atttitude tip'/><title type='text'>smiles for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smiling is infectious; you catch it like a flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when someone smiled at me today, i started smiling too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i passed around the corner, and someone saw me grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when he smiled i realized I'd passed it on to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i thought about that smile then i realized its worth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a single smile, like mine could travel around the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so , if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's start a epidemic quick, and get the world affected!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some says that it’s really hard to smile when you’re in trouble. Problems perhaps make us sad and that’s the time that its really hard to smile. We can’t deny to our own self what we’re into, right? BUT we also remember that there’s no single reason for us to be sad, no matter what happens. WHY? Because we’re going to have the best thanksgiving we ever had! Even if problems are in our hands, we still have lots of blessings- life, family, friends and GOD. Please Smile :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4488176128482206341?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4488176128482206341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4488176128482206341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4488176128482206341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4488176128482206341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/smile-for-you.html' title='smiles for you'/><author><name>leynags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-4907910278288864922</id><published>2007-09-10T18:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:36:20.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word of God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>CAN YOU SLEEP WHILE THE WIND BLOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Years ago, a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops. As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received A steady stream of refusals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. "Are you a good farm hand?" the farmer asked him. "Well, I can sleep when the wind blows," answered the little man. Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, Hired him. The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand's sleeping quarters. He shook the little man and yelled, "Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!" The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, "No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nothing could blow away. The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-4907910278288864922?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/4907910278288864922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=4907910278288864922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4907910278288864922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/4907910278288864922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/can-you-sleep-while-wind-blows_10.html' title='CAN YOU SLEEP WHILE THE WIND BLOWS'/><author><name>leynags</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-7901520780359212439</id><published>2007-09-10T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:59:23.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is that love or obesession?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 45px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RuSIBrSLmHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VTSiv3hsKFE/s320/unlove.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108357439725213810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Simple Tip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we don't want to let our bf/gf go away despite of knowing that the feelings of love are not present anymore, this is an obsession and NOT love. Letting go the person who doesn't love you anymore means LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case like this, all we have to do is to really let the beloved go away if the love is out of the relationship anymore. We can't reason it into staying. Remember that we can't bribe the love or even coerce it. When time will come that it chooses to leave, then we really have to let go. We should be glad that it came for a moment in our life. Anyway, when we keep our heart open, it will surely come again and all we have to do is to wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-7901520780359212439?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/7901520780359212439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=7901520780359212439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7901520780359212439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7901520780359212439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-that-love-or-obesession.html' title='Is that love or obesession?'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/RuSIBrSLmHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/VTSiv3hsKFE/s72-c/unlove.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-2007935011074900446</id><published>2007-09-08T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:41:43.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Room in My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ By Faith Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    My heart was once just like a home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    With many rooms and open doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And I always let love in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    It would change the rooms around and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    Leave them empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    'Till one by one I locked each door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And soon forgot what love was for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    But I never gave up hopin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    So I left just one door open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    In case you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    So there's a room in my heart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    If your trust has been stolen too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    If you walk softly on this worn out wooden floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And leave behind you the hurt you've had before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    There's a room in my heart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    We'll paint the walls from blue to white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And set the mood by candlelight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    Together we'll keep out the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And I'll still be there when we're old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    If you'll let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    So there's a room in my heart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    If your trust has been stolen too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    If you walk softly on this worn out wooden floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;    And leave behind you the hurt you've had before There's a room in my heart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-2007935011074900446?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/2007935011074900446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=2007935011074900446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2007935011074900446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/2007935011074900446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/room-in-my-heart.html' title='A Room in My Heart'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-6156318517517814563</id><published>2007-09-08T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:35:16.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Listen to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard the song, “The Sound of Silence”? Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping… a song by Simon &amp; Garfunkel. Familiar? Yes maybe. But many of us don’t know the real meaning of the song. Well, try to listen each word in the lyrics and it tells you to SPEAK OUT, not just to listen. You also need to communicate with everything else~ (whatever you think of!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... and read this article!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening for Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By Jayne Fisher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are times when we are timid and shy about expressing the love we feel. For fear of embarrassing the other person, or ourselves, we hesitate to say the actual words ‘I love you’. So we try to communicate the idea in other words. We say ‘take care’ or ‘don’t drive too fast’ or ‘be good’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But really, these are just other ways of saying ‘I love you’. ‘You are important to me’, ‘I care what happens to you, and ‘I don’t want you to get hurt’ all mean ‘I love you’. We are sometimes very strange people. The only thing we want to say, and the one thing that we should say, is the one thing we don’t say. And yet because the feeling is so real, and the need to say it is so strong, we are driven to use other words and signs to say what we really mean. And many times the meaning never gets communicated at all and the other person is left feeling unloved and unwanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Therefore, I believe we have to listen for love in the words that people are saying to us. Sometimes the explicit words are necessary, but more often, the manner of saying things is even more important. A joyous insult carries more affection and love within the sentiments, which are expressed insincerely. An impulsive hug says ‘I love you’ even though the words might be saying something very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Any expression of a person’s concern for another says ‘I love you’. Sometimes the expression is clumsy, sometimes even cruel. Sometimes we must look and listen very intently for the love that it contains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We say ‘I love you’ in many ways - with birthday gifts, and little notes, with smiles and sometimes with tears. Sometimes we show our love by just keeping quiet and not saying a word, at other times by speaking out, even harshly. We show our love sometimes by impulsiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Many times we have to show our love by forgiving someone who has not listened to the love we have tried to express. The problem is listening for love is that we don’t always understand the language of love, which the other person is using. A girl may use tears or emotions to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may not understand her because he expects her to be talking his language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have to force ourselves to really listen for love. The problem with our world is that people rarely listen to each other. They hear the words, but they don’t listen to the actions that accompany the words or the expression on the face. Or people listen only for rejection or misunderstanding. They do not see the love that is there just beneath the surface, even if the words are angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simon and Garfunkel wrote that very haunting song, The Sound of Silence. It goes: Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking; people hearing without listening; people writing songs that voices never shared, because no one dared disturb the sound of silence... It is a terrifying picture of our modern world, a world without communication and without love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We have to listen for love in those around us. If we listen intently we will discover that we are a lot more loved than we realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just listen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-6156318517517814563?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/6156318517517814563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=6156318517517814563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6156318517517814563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6156318517517814563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-heard-song-sound-of-silence.html' title='Listen to Love'/><author><name>8ch T</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11965219956489704850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0XZmsVDIb0/SWWYctDuqSI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CqRNcU_52bc/S220/camera+shy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5192594136883978301</id><published>2007-09-06T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:46:12.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love poems'/><title type='text'>You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   As the sun glows in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely days are fading ,&lt;br /&gt;When I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights are coming,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow comes,&lt;br /&gt;When your not in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Would not be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would be left in me,&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness, pains and misery&lt;br /&gt;When you'll be sayin goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;And be lost in my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-5192594136883978301?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5192594136883978301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5192594136883978301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5192594136883978301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5192594136883978301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/09/you.html' title='You...'/><author><name>shangcabs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-8033725244514067855</id><published>2007-07-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:00:09.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do I have the right to feel in love and be loved? &lt;a href="http://honeylilac.blogspot.com/2007/02/who-will-be.html"&gt;Who will be&lt;/a&gt;? The past? The person I long for… the person that I unloved but loves me or the person whose fortuitously mine right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-8033725244514067855?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/8033725244514067855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=8033725244514067855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8033725244514067855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/8033725244514067855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/07/who-will-be.html' title='Who will be...'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-6546008348608615296</id><published>2007-07-01T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:44:33.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By: John Clare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I ne'er was struck before that hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With love so sudden and so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And stole my heart away complete.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My face turned pale, a deadly pale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My legs refused to walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And when she looked what could I ail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My life and all seemed turned to clay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And then my blood rushed to my face  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And took my eyesight quite away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The trees and bushes round the place  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Seemed midnight at noonday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I could not see a single thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Words from my eyes did start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They spoke as chords do from the string,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And blood burnt round my heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Are flowers the winter's choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Is love's bed always snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;She seemed to hear my silent voice  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Not love appeals to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I never saw so sweet a face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As that I stood before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My heart has left its dwelling place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And can return no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-6546008348608615296?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/6546008348608615296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=6546008348608615296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6546008348608615296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/6546008348608615296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-love-john-clare-i-neer-was-struck.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-7571115773091871637</id><published>2007-06-21T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:46:38.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Do Not Love Me Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Do not love me yet, for I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;      Am still a slender moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;      A scimitar about the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;      Too sharp to touch too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;Before I'm touched I need to grow&lt;br /&gt;     More full in golden light;&lt;br /&gt;     I need to smile upon my earth&lt;br /&gt;     And rule some patch of night.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;I need to know what roads and fields&lt;br /&gt;     Lie in my domain&lt;br /&gt;     And dull my brand new ecstasies&lt;br /&gt;     With sophomoric pain.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;I need the love of some blank boy&lt;br /&gt;     As cold and dark as me,&lt;br /&gt;     That we might grope in ignorance&lt;br /&gt;     And fear of what might be.&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;And then when I'm a silver bowl&lt;br /&gt;     And know what I can hold,&lt;br /&gt;     Then, then, perhaps, we could try love&lt;br /&gt;     If you are not too old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="/Center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="/Center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-size:78%;" &gt; By Turlough O'Carolan.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright by&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas        Gordon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-7571115773091871637?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/7571115773091871637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=7571115773091871637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7571115773091871637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/7571115773091871637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-not-love-me-yet.html' title='Do Not Love Me Yet'/><author><name>EtsDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5743986193899852723</id><published>2007-06-16T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:39:33.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it came to pass, that meaning faltered; came detached&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly from the place I'd made for it, years ago,&lt;br /&gt;fixing it there, thinking it safe to turn away, therefore,&lt;br /&gt;to forget—hadn't that made sense? And now everything&lt;br /&gt;did, but differently: the wanting literally for nothing&lt;br /&gt;for no good reason; the inability to feel remorse at having&lt;br /&gt;cast (now over some, now others), aegis-like, though it&lt;br /&gt;rescued no one, the body I'd all but grown used to waking&lt;br /&gt;inside of and recognizing, instantly, correctly, as mine,&lt;br /&gt;my body, given forth, withheld, shameless, merciless—&lt;br /&gt;for crying shame. Like miniature versions of a lesser&lt;br /&gt;gospel deemed, over time, apocryphal, or redundant—both,&lt;br /&gt;maybe—until at last let go, the magnolia flowers went on&lt;br /&gt;spilling themselves, each breaking open around, and then&lt;br /&gt;apart from, its stem along a branch of stems and, not of&lt;br /&gt;course in response, but as if so, the starlings lifting, unlifting,&lt;br /&gt;the black flash of them in the light reminding me of what I'd&lt;br /&gt;been told about the glamour of evil, in the light they were&lt;br /&gt;like that, in the shadow they became the other part, about&lt;br /&gt;resisting evil, as if resistance itself all this time had been&lt;br /&gt;but shadow, could be found that easily. . . What will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Is this how you're going to live now? sang the voice in my&lt;br /&gt;head: singing, then silent—not as in desertion, but as&lt;br /&gt;when the victim suddenly knows his torturer's face from&lt;br /&gt;before, somewhere, and in the knowing is for a moment&lt;br /&gt;distracted, has stopped struggling—And the heart gives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;BY: Carl Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyFull" title="Justify Full" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 13);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&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/7913937347184401763-5743986193899852723?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5743986193899852723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5743986193899852723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5743986193899852723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5743986193899852723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/06/bright-world.html' title='Bright World'/><author><name>EtsDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-1580079278748220089</id><published>2007-06-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:19:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MY LIFE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; There are places I remember&lt;br /&gt;All my life, though some have changed.&lt;br /&gt;Some forever, not for better.&lt;br /&gt;And some have gone, and some remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these places have their moments&lt;br /&gt;With lovers and friends I still can’t recall.&lt;br /&gt;Some are dead and some are living.&lt;br /&gt;In my life I love them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of all these friends and lovers,&lt;br /&gt;There is no one compares with you.&lt;br /&gt;And these memories lose their meaning&lt;br /&gt;When I think of love as something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I’ll never ever lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll often stop and think about them.&lt;br /&gt;In my life I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I’ll never ever lose affection&lt;br /&gt;For people and things that went before,&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll often stop and think of them.&lt;br /&gt;But in my life I loved you more.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;I love you more. &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/7913937347184401763-1580079278748220089?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/1580079278748220089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=1580079278748220089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1580079278748220089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/1580079278748220089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-my-life.html' title='IN MY LIFE...'/><author><name>Yenoh Calil</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l2X2HFc5Xrw/SWWWkBteIoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/PkztCjWIhpQ/S220/Butterfly.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7913937347184401763.post-5478738337922287346</id><published>2007-06-12T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:04:38.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="auth"&gt;Edmond and Jules de Goncourt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7913937347184401763-5478738337922287346?l=lovedive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/feeds/5478738337922287346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7913937347184401763&amp;postID=5478738337922287346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5478738337922287346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7913937347184401763/posts/default/5478738337922287346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovedive.blogspot.com/2007/06/romantic-quote.html' title='Romantic Quote'/><author><name>EtsDee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
