<?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-12295274</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:46:05.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when boy meets girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whenboymeetsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451167179485140826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12295274.post-111446642258018132</id><published>2005-04-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:45:35.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>afternoon</title><content type='html'>I could live my life in regret &lt;br /&gt;for not saying these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even tho I know people do live &lt;br /&gt;their life in regret for saying &lt;br /&gt;things too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, if I dont tell u&lt;br /&gt;these, then I would live my life&lt;br /&gt;with all this questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I'd rather say this to u now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, you defy the logic in me...&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would fall&lt;br /&gt;for someone this much... and I loose&lt;br /&gt;myself just thinking about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think Ive ever felt this &lt;br /&gt;happy... I dont think Ive ever felt &lt;br /&gt;this content....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because with you I think I’ve found &lt;br /&gt;it... everything I want in my life&lt;br /&gt;and more... Its the thing Ive sought &lt;br /&gt;since forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that someone I thought Id never &lt;br /&gt;find....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling inside when you &lt;br /&gt;make love to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen you look at me ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you kiss me, I know&lt;br /&gt;it's kinna lame right now, coz&lt;br /&gt;wen we do kiss wer not even there,&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is I feel you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime I feel like our &lt;br /&gt;intensity will eat us alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like our love is so strong&lt;br /&gt;that it might scare us both...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but I know OUR love, this love will&lt;br /&gt;bring us  back from the very place &lt;br /&gt;that we both send each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this love would&lt;br /&gt;settle us down... would calm us...&lt;br /&gt;and would keep us grounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I know OUR love would&lt;br /&gt;bring us peace and will&lt;br /&gt;soothe the love-marks&lt;br /&gt;I like you to give me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12295274-111446642258018132?l=whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/111446642258018132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12295274&amp;postID=111446642258018132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111446642258018132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111446642258018132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/2005/04/afternoon.html' title='afternoon'/><author><name>whenboymeetsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451167179485140826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12295274.post-111419959193484422</id><published>2005-04-22T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:46:17.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slow jam</title><content type='html'>today, just like all the other days...&lt;br /&gt;I cried when I realized how much I &lt;br /&gt;need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I need you coz I love&lt;br /&gt;you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been good at &lt;br /&gt;holding back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeping people at arms length...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself this &lt;br /&gt;one’s dangerous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don’t let it happen coz&lt;br /&gt;It will only break your heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I find you getting closer,&lt;br /&gt;Invading my comfort zone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking my mind with greater &lt;br /&gt;frequency now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting you in my arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finding I need you more than I care &lt;br /&gt;to admit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling more vulnerable than&lt;br /&gt;ever before... it's scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both need to be strong,&lt;br /&gt;we’ve have a lot to deal with...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;the time we spent apart only &lt;br /&gt;deepens our faith and only makes us&lt;br /&gt;stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and our moments together creates&lt;br /&gt;greater love and understanding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so baby, I’ll sing it softly hoping &lt;br /&gt;you won’t hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I love you more than you'll&lt;br /&gt;ever know... I love you more than &lt;br /&gt;you'll ever see..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12295274-111419959193484422?l=whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/111419959193484422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12295274&amp;postID=111419959193484422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111419959193484422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111419959193484422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/2005/04/slow-jam.html' title='slow jam'/><author><name>whenboymeetsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451167179485140826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12295274.post-111396407464570823</id><published>2005-04-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T21:45:57.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our love story</title><content type='html'>it all started on the net...&lt;br /&gt;the so called chatrooms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both wer bouncing in&lt;br /&gt;and out of it, not knowing&lt;br /&gt;we even existed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined that&lt;br /&gt;a chance meeting would&lt;br /&gt;turn out to be a full blown&lt;br /&gt;love affair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a simple asl, to a&lt;br /&gt;copy of my picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things started unfolding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started chatting...&lt;br /&gt;sharing smiley for hours...&lt;br /&gt;we never got tired, just&lt;br /&gt;getting to know each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're belting out words&lt;br /&gt;the works of your mind&lt;br /&gt;that come from our heart&lt;br /&gt;as we type every line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're both falling deeply&lt;br /&gt;into the screen's glare &lt;br /&gt;the glow of enchantment's&lt;br /&gt;hypnotical stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've begun to imagine&lt;br /&gt;the feel of each others kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the touch of our hands&lt;br /&gt;and the moments of bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we advanced to the phone&lt;br /&gt;with our voices to share,&lt;br /&gt;trading statistics from&lt;br /&gt;here on end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sucked coz we&lt;br /&gt;learned of our restrictions&lt;br /&gt;but that really never slowed &lt;br /&gt;us down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;armed now with sound&lt;br /&gt;and mental images of each other,&lt;br /&gt;and draped by the sweet words,&lt;br /&gt;our hearts are becoming&lt;br /&gt;increasingly close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few more days,&lt;br /&gt;the inevitable happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes we fell in love&lt;br /&gt;and the rest as they say &lt;br /&gt;is history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now wer on our 3rd month,&lt;br /&gt;and still we cant get enough of&lt;br /&gt;each other....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you babsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12295274-111396407464570823?l=whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/111396407464570823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12295274&amp;postID=111396407464570823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111396407464570823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12295274/posts/default/111396407464570823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenboymeetsgirlalovestory.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-love-story.html' title='our love story'/><author><name>whenboymeetsgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12451167179485140826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
