<?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-3552971439746380128</id><updated>2011-11-01T21:14:14.297+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Things happen for a reason.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552971439746380128.post-3036811962121869617</id><published>2011-11-01T21:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:14:14.329+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have twitter as well, so feel free to follow me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;twitter.com/bbynezx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I update more often on that :)&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/3552971439746380128-3036811962121869617?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3036811962121869617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-twitter-as-well-so-feel-free-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3036811962121869617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3036811962121869617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-have-twitter-as-well-so-feel-free-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8518061582385059303</id><published>2011-10-14T20:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:43:04.236+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You don't see that when things are your fault, whether it be partially or wholly, all you do is turn around and find a reason to blame it on someone else. You never seem to admit to your mistakes and instead, make it worse for everyone else around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Others have been the ones to apologize, even if it wasn't their fault and it was actually yours. But you've never been the one to apologize in a LONG time and I have to admit that I haven't even heard those words pass by your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lately, I feel like I've been taken for granted. I try to help you whenever I can, whether it be with studies or financially. But you always seem to take advantage of me and the opportunities I give you and snap at me. I understand that I offered them to you, but it doesn't mean you take advantage of me every single time and treat me rudely and give me attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently, I've been so sick of dealing with you and all your acts of drama and attention. That's the main reason why I'm hardly online to talk to you or even hang out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't know how much longer I can put up with you. Either change, or I'm walking. Cause I don't deserve to be taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one should be.&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/3552971439746380128-8518061582385059303?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8518061582385059303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-see-that-when-things-are-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8518061582385059303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8518061582385059303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-dont-see-that-when-things-are-your.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-2653927351807831615</id><published>2011-10-09T17:15:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:15:40.787+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgba(68, 166, 150, 0.0976563); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Always remember that pain makes people change… So don’t hurt them when you don’t want them to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-2653927351807831615?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/2653927351807831615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/10/always-remember-that-pain-makes-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2653927351807831615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2653927351807831615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/10/always-remember-that-pain-makes-people.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-2333338337807052018</id><published>2011-09-30T17:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:46:52.402+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'll always remember when you said that you didn't care anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and that you were sick of all my shit.&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/3552971439746380128-2333338337807052018?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/2333338337807052018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-always-remember-when-you-said-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2333338337807052018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2333338337807052018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-always-remember-when-you-said-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-897507876132247514</id><published>2011-09-30T17:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:35:28.772+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes you make me so angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that I feel like giving up what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we've both been working so hard for..&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/3552971439746380128-897507876132247514?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/897507876132247514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-you-make-me-so-angry-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/897507876132247514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/897507876132247514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-you-make-me-so-angry-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6486632269878522161</id><published>2011-09-30T17:34:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:34:49.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't give a shit about you too.&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/3552971439746380128-6486632269878522161?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6486632269878522161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6486632269878522161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6486632269878522161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3205994967792836851</id><published>2011-09-15T21:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T21:22:36.603+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes, the things in life are so unfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But hey, shit happens, life goes on.&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/3552971439746380128-3205994967792836851?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3205994967792836851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-things-in-life-are-so-unfair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3205994967792836851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3205994967792836851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-things-in-life-are-so-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7608825411488410981</id><published>2011-09-14T20:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:16:44.015+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;At times, you make me very angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I don't even understand how on earth you did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But you did.&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/3552971439746380128-7608825411488410981?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7608825411488410981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-times-you-make-me-very-angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7608825411488410981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7608825411488410981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-times-you-make-me-very-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-284368738082126385</id><published>2011-09-14T20:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T20:15:47.797+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not a fucking second option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Things shouldn't come before me. &lt;b&gt;Especially&lt;/b&gt; not video games.&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/3552971439746380128-284368738082126385?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/284368738082126385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-fucking-second-option.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/284368738082126385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/284368738082126385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-not-fucking-second-option.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8221660582318590144</id><published>2011-09-13T20:33:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:38:23.354+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just remember that on that day, my smile broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Along with my heart.&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/3552971439746380128-8221660582318590144?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8221660582318590144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-remember-that-on-that-day-my-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8221660582318590144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8221660582318590144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-remember-that-on-that-day-my-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3330644365529743027</id><published>2011-09-09T12:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T12:14:29.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Never &lt;/b&gt;trust what boys tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3330644365529743027?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3330644365529743027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-trust-what-boys-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3330644365529743027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3330644365529743027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-trust-what-boys-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1405324116660342646</id><published>2011-09-09T10:48:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:49:47.885+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you lie to me once about what you're doing or where you are, that shows that there's no trust in our relationship and that I was a fool to believe you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So, lie to me and you're gone, you got that?&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/3552971439746380128-1405324116660342646?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1405324116660342646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-lie-to-me-once-about-what-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1405324116660342646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1405324116660342646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-lie-to-me-once-about-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4012014814507822344</id><published>2011-09-09T10:28:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:30:01.679+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ever have that day where your heart feels like it just got ripped out, stepped on and shattered? That's me right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4012014814507822344?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4012014814507822344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/ever-have-that-day-where-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4012014814507822344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4012014814507822344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/09/ever-have-that-day-where-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4369211209235569843</id><published>2011-04-10T22:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:07:56.484+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The best relationships is when you two can act like lovers and best friends. It's when you have more playful moments than serious moments.It's when you can joke around, let each other have piggy backs, have unexpected hugs and random kisses.It's when you two give each other that specific stare and just smile. It's when you'll rather stay in to watch movies, eat junk food and cuddle, than go out all the time. It's when you'll stay up all night just to settle your arguments and problems. It's when you can completely act yourself and they can still love you for who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4369211209235569843?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4369211209235569843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-relationships-is-when-you-two-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4369211209235569843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4369211209235569843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-relationships-is-when-you-two-can.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7534504215750546858</id><published>2011-04-10T21:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:59:16.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;How can you call it love, when you're crying more than you're smiling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7534504215750546858?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7534504215750546858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-you-call-it-love-when-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7534504215750546858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7534504215750546858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-can-you-call-it-love-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5728150910819557007</id><published>2011-04-10T21:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:53:22.226+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Being in a relationship isn't about the kissing, the dates or the showing off. It's about being with that person that makes you happy in a way that no one else can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5728150910819557007?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5728150910819557007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-in-relationship-isnt-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5728150910819557007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5728150910819557007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-in-relationship-isnt-about.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6949666815823537952</id><published>2011-04-10T21:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:52:11.868+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The best feelings are those that can't be described.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6949666815823537952?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6949666815823537952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-feelings-are-those-that-cant-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6949666815823537952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6949666815823537952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-feelings-are-those-that-cant-be.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8826382196746352835</id><published>2011-04-10T21:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:51:03.026+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies and hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8826382196746352835?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8826382196746352835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-ever-gets-tired-of-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8826382196746352835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8826382196746352835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-one-ever-gets-tired-of-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5322449032043984104</id><published>2011-04-05T19:10:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:11:46.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you really matter to someone, that person will always make time for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No excuses, no lies, and no broken promises.&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/3552971439746380128-5322449032043984104?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5322449032043984104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-really-matter-to-someone-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5322449032043984104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5322449032043984104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/if-you-really-matter-to-someone-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7673465659072650325</id><published>2011-04-04T18:36:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:37:40.403+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let go when you're hurting too much. Give up when love isn't enough and move on when things are not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7673465659072650325?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7673465659072650325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/let-go-when-youre-hurting-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7673465659072650325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7673465659072650325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/let-go-when-youre-hurting-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1100629002426134489</id><published>2011-04-04T18:35:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T18:36:14.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want a guy who could just drop anything and everything he's doing, just do he could talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1100629002426134489?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1100629002426134489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-guy-who-could-just-drop-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1100629002426134489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1100629002426134489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-guy-who-could-just-drop-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8869352927241652327</id><published>2011-03-31T21:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:48:15.592+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;love me today, more than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8869352927241652327?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8869352927241652327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-me-today-more-than-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8869352927241652327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8869352927241652327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-me-today-more-than-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4376833966788530766</id><published>2011-03-31T21:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:43:51.250+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A successful relationship requires falling in love many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Always with the same person, just deeper and deeper each time.&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/3552971439746380128-4376833966788530766?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4376833966788530766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/successful-relationship-requires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4376833966788530766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4376833966788530766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/successful-relationship-requires.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1409393424612779807</id><published>2011-03-31T21:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:41:33.594+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sleeping next to you is the most safest feeling in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1409393424612779807?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1409393424612779807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleeping-next-to-you-is-most-safest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1409393424612779807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1409393424612779807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleeping-next-to-you-is-most-safest.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4081123290669095100</id><published>2011-03-31T21:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:40:21.421+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The person who really loves you sees what a mess you can be,how moody you can get, and how hard you are to handle, but still wants you in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4081123290669095100?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4081123290669095100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/person-who-really-loves-you-sees-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4081123290669095100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4081123290669095100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/person-who-really-loves-you-sees-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-2293357694020186788</id><published>2011-03-31T21:37:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:38:54.121+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Three simple rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1.If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. If you don't ask, the answer will always be no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. If you don't step forward, you will always stay in the same spot.&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/3552971439746380128-2293357694020186788?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/2293357694020186788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-simple-rules-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2293357694020186788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2293357694020186788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-simple-rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3985609998950454183</id><published>2011-03-31T21:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T21:31:00.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I need someone that is not afraid to let the world know that I'm his, and he's mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3985609998950454183?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552971439746380128.post-1301585341937437911</id><published>2011-03-29T21:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:36:09.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Take a chance because you never know how perfect something can turn out to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1301585341937437911?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1301585341937437911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-chance-because-you-never-know-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1301585341937437911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1301585341937437911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-chance-because-you-never-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4996966661151249588</id><published>2011-03-24T22:42:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:43:02.058+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you love me, show me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you miss me, be with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If you care about me, be there for me.&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/3552971439746380128-4996966661151249588?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4996966661151249588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-love-me-show-me-if-you-miss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4996966661151249588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4996966661151249588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-love-me-show-me-if-you-miss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5382483183249252813</id><published>2011-03-24T22:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:41:45.206+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's funny how someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;you love could destroy you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if they wanted to.&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/3552971439746380128-5382483183249252813?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5382483183249252813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-funny-how-someone-you-love-could.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5382483183249252813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5382483183249252813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-funny-how-someone-you-love-could.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-204192365609423383</id><published>2011-03-24T22:33:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:36:34.851+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to sleep with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't mean have sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean sleep. Together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Under my blankets. In my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With my hand on your chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And your arm around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With the window cracked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.&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/3552971439746380128-204192365609423383?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/204192365609423383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-sleep-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/204192365609423383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/204192365609423383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-sleep-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-367979339445699917</id><published>2011-03-22T21:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:01:55.454+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When you're stuck between two options, flip a coin. It works, not because it solves your problem, but in that split second where the coin's in the air, you'll know what your heart is really hoping for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-367979339445699917?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/367979339445699917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-youre-stuck-between-two-options.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/367979339445699917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/367979339445699917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-youre-stuck-between-two-options.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1640080711497343103</id><published>2011-03-21T21:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:30:35.633+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'Love me when I least deserve it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;because that's when I really need it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Swedish Proverb&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/3552971439746380128-1640080711497343103?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1640080711497343103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-it-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1640080711497343103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1640080711497343103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-me-when-i-least-deserve-it-because.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-112942193725403155</id><published>2011-03-21T21:28:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:29:08.671+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"A girl doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Marilyn Monroe&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/3552971439746380128-112942193725403155?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/112942193725403155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-doesnt-need-anyone-who-doesnt-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/112942193725403155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/112942193725403155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-doesnt-need-anyone-who-doesnt-need.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6296402924914427207</id><published>2011-03-21T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:28:30.413+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A girl is in love, you can see it in her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A guy is in love, you can see it in his eyes&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/3552971439746380128-6296402924914427207?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3552971439746380128.post-5694674481134747808</id><published>2011-03-06T19:36:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:37:03.191+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Good relationships don't just happen. They take time, patience and two people who truly want to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5694674481134747808?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5694674481134747808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-relationships-dont-just-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5694674481134747808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5694674481134747808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-relationships-dont-just-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4359556271657685342</id><published>2011-02-23T16:44:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:45:21.584+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just know, that no matter what, I'll always be there, standing by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4359556271657685342?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4359556271657685342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-know-that-no-matter-what-ill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4359556271657685342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4359556271657685342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-know-that-no-matter-what-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3252810534628063186</id><published>2011-02-14T18:43:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:44:40.832+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Based on a psychological study, a crush lasts for a maximum of 4 months. If it exceeds, you are already in love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3252810534628063186?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3252810534628063186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/based-on-psychological-study-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3252810534628063186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3252810534628063186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/based-on-psychological-study-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7489059395242069229</id><published>2011-02-14T18:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:43:22.355+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Goodbyes make you think. They make you realise what you've had, what you've lost, and what you've taken for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7489059395242069229?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7489059395242069229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/goodbyes-make-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7489059395242069229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7489059395242069229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/goodbyes-make-you-think.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8376528639119892974</id><published>2011-02-14T18:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T18:42:17.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Valentines' Day! :)&lt;br /&gt;Loving my massive teddy and my roses from my loving boyfriend ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8376528639119892974?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8376528639119892974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-loving-my-massive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8376528639119892974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8376528639119892974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day-loving-my-massive.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1222120434940503669</id><published>2011-02-07T15:58:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:01:06.858+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to blog about this cause it made me smile :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Walking back to the car this morning while holding hands, my boyfriend stopped walking just to turn me around, hug me and say that I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. Then I asked him "What about our baby?" and he replied "The cutest thing in the world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NGAWWWWWW :$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1222120434940503669?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1222120434940503669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-to-blog-about-this-cause-it-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1222120434940503669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1222120434940503669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-to-blog-about-this-cause-it-made.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6760514421817735680</id><published>2011-02-06T20:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:13:10.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships only fail if you don't try. You need patience, people just want an automatic love story, but it doesn't happen that way. You have to put in effort, pull your end of the rope, and if you truly love the person, you'll go out of the way to make it work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6760514421817735680?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6760514421817735680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationships-only-fail-if-you-dont-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6760514421817735680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6760514421817735680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/relationships-only-fail-if-you-dont-try.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6415101415101960105</id><published>2011-02-06T20:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T20:10:37.556+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love a fool or let a fool love you, but never let love fool you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6415101415101960105?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6415101415101960105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-fool-or-let-fool-love-you-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6415101415101960105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6415101415101960105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-fool-or-let-fool-love-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4686820417267886793</id><published>2011-01-31T22:18:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T22:21:02.326+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' I wanted you to fight for me! I wanted you to say there is no one else that you could ever be with and that you would rather be alone than without me. I wanted the Lucas Scott from the beach that night; telling the world that he's the one for me. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Brooke Davis, One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4686820417267886793?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4686820417267886793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanted-you-to-fight-for-me-i-wanted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4686820417267886793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4686820417267886793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wanted-you-to-fight-for-me-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7186638423742141683</id><published>2011-01-10T10:10:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:16:09.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the guy that makes me laugh, the guy that makes me cry, the guy that makes me want to punch the wall out of anger, but at the end, you're still the one I love forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7186638423742141683?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7186638423742141683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-guy-that-makes-me-laugh-guy-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7186638423742141683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7186638423742141683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/youre-guy-that-makes-me-laugh-guy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1754593620141621576</id><published>2011-01-01T16:52:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:53:15.424+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love how you always reassure me that you love me more than I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1754593620141621576?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1754593620141621576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-how-you-always-reassure-me-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1754593620141621576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1754593620141621576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-how-you-always-reassure-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4245086503393989879</id><published>2011-01-01T16:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:53:39.188+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bring on 2011! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4245086503393989879?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4245086503393989879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-on-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4245086503393989879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4245086503393989879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2011/01/bring-on-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6220248437137385079</id><published>2010-12-25T18:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:02:52.719+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess as we grow older, it's no longer about how big or how many presents we get for Christmas, it's about having that special someone to spend it with. That's what we truly want for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6220248437137385079?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6220248437137385079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-as-we-grow-older-its-no-longer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6220248437137385079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6220248437137385079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-as-we-grow-older-its-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8994857773778575658</id><published>2010-12-25T12:41:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:42:01.541+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falling in love with you wasn't the plan. But when you held me in your arms, something told me this is where I need to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8994857773778575658?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8994857773778575658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling-in-love-with-you-wasnt-plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8994857773778575658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8994857773778575658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling-in-love-with-you-wasnt-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3025298745001985514</id><published>2010-12-25T12:40:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:40:24.649+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thought of you being with someone else hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3025298745001985514?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3025298745001985514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/thought-of-you-being-with-someone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3025298745001985514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3025298745001985514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/thought-of-you-being-with-someone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4648998890986046359</id><published>2010-12-25T12:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:39:09.830+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You never really know how much something means to you until you're forced to let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4648998890986046359?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4648998890986046359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-never-really-know-how-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4648998890986046359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4648998890986046359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-never-really-know-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-626209481750276376</id><published>2010-12-25T12:37:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:37:58.091+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Merry Christmas! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-626209481750276376?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/626209481750276376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/626209481750276376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/626209481750276376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7774870614145060643</id><published>2010-12-17T21:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:46:21.060+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You were my past. You are my present. You WILL BE my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7774870614145060643?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7774870614145060643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-were-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7774870614145060643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7774870614145060643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-were-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4634263175904428643</id><published>2010-12-17T21:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:44:31.850+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each girl has that 1 boy that they will never lose feelings for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I found mine already :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4634263175904428643?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4634263175904428643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/each-girl-has-that-1-boy-that-they-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4634263175904428643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4634263175904428643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/each-girl-has-that-1-boy-that-they-will.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3045278875243799167</id><published>2010-12-15T21:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:51:33.869+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a guy can handle your flaws, love you on your moody days, kiss you when you look great, and say you're beautiful no matter what happens, he's worth loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3045278875243799167?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3045278875243799167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-guy-can-handle-your-flaws-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3045278875243799167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3045278875243799167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-guy-can-handle-your-flaws-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7579928370098870141</id><published>2010-12-15T21:43:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:44:43.873+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a girl says sorry, it means something. She knows if she doesn't say anything, things will get worst. She forgives you, but she's hurting. Just understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7579928370098870141?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7579928370098870141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-girl-says-sorry-it-means-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7579928370098870141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7579928370098870141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-girl-says-sorry-it-means-something.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-1763515407641210070</id><published>2010-12-15T21:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:40:25.094+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a girl can put up with you through your worst days. And stick with you through all your bullshit. It's kinda obvious that you shouldn't let her go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1763515407641210070?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1763515407641210070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-girl-can-put-up-with-you-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1763515407641210070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1763515407641210070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-girl-can-put-up-with-you-through.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8528114417022004043</id><published>2010-12-14T21:31:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:31:47.183+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never been this scared when it comes to losing you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8528114417022004043?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8528114417022004043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-never-been-this-scared-when-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8528114417022004043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8528114417022004043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-never-been-this-scared-when-it.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8804735110183383471</id><published>2010-12-14T21:25:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:29:11.542+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I'm with you, I act different. In a good way. I smile more and laugh more. I don't have to pretend everything is okay when it's really not. With you, I can drop the fake smile and put on a real one. I don't feel hurt and alone when I'm with you. Instead, I feel safe and loved. You're easy to talk to, and you listen to me. I don't have to worry about holding back with you. I don't feel self conscious. I don't ever feel insecure or sad. You show me that you really do care, and you're not just pretending. I really appreciate your company, because with you, I'm different. &lt;strong&gt;With you, I'm happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8804735110183383471?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8804735110183383471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-im-with-you-i-act-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8804735110183383471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8804735110183383471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-im-with-you-i-act-different.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7278036008608147260</id><published>2010-12-14T21:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:25:05.524+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess what scares me the most is knowing that at any moment, you could rip my heart out of my chest, tear it into pieces, throw it on the ground and stomp all over it. And that I'd just pick it up and hand it back to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7278036008608147260?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7278036008608147260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-what-scares-me-most-is-knowing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7278036008608147260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7278036008608147260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-guess-what-scares-me-most-is-knowing.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-883130589329637341</id><published>2010-12-14T21:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T21:22:02.729+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before you let something go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Think about why you've held onto it for so long. Think about what you've gone through and all the memories that go along with it. Do you think it's worth holding onto for a little longer because you can't live without it? Or is it because you don't know what to do if you didn't have it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-883130589329637341?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/883130589329637341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-you-let-something-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/883130589329637341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/883130589329637341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-you-let-something-go.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-145820872435105813</id><published>2010-12-07T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:57:26.055+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those people that are still with you at the end of the day, they are the ones worth hanging onto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-145820872435105813?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/145820872435105813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/those-people-that-are-still-with-you-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/145820872435105813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/145820872435105813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/those-people-that-are-still-with-you-at.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8594321525539453644</id><published>2010-12-07T21:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:56:39.289+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I prefer talking on the phone than texting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Texting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know how you're feeling at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can't tell if you mean what you say to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;when you say 'lol' or 'lmao', I don't know if you're really laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you can just stop replying anytime without saying bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phone calls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can hear your cute voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can hear you actually laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;It's easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I can tell how you're feeling by the sound of your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just like hearing your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8594321525539453644?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8594321525539453644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-prefer-talking-on-phone-than-texting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8594321525539453644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8594321525539453644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-prefer-talking-on-phone-than-texting.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7687540992931309081</id><published>2010-12-07T21:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:53:07.791+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's something about you. No matter how much you piss me off, I can never seem to stay mad at you for long, even if I was in the worst mood. Maybe you're just too adorable to be mad at. Sometimes, I just want you to get the hell away from me and when I do push you away, you always seem to run after me. How on earth can someone like &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; put up with a person like &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;? Who knows, I can't live without you though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7687540992931309081?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7687540992931309081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-something-about-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7687540992931309081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7687540992931309081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/theres-something-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5704950215625315708</id><published>2010-12-02T22:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:34:46.564+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If there's no expectations, there's no heartbreaks and arguments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5704950215625315708?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5704950215625315708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-theres-no-expectations-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5704950215625315708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5704950215625315708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-theres-no-expectations-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6251175807950040</id><published>2010-12-02T22:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:33:38.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do we miss a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's either because we realise that we never treasured the moments when they were always there and it left us wishing we could turn back time again.&lt;br /&gt;Or we were too happy with them, we enjoyed every single moment, that we became so used to the ideaof having them around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6251175807950040?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6251175807950040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-do-we-miss-person-its-either.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6251175807950040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6251175807950040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-do-we-miss-person-its-either.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6009306169534129664</id><published>2010-12-02T22:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:28:39.048+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think the only reason people hang onto memories so tight is because memories are the things that don't change, when everybody else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6009306169534129664?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6009306169534129664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-only-reason-people-hang-onto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6009306169534129664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6009306169534129664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-think-only-reason-people-hang-onto.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6786725888223793674</id><published>2010-12-01T22:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:30:34.741+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was breaking, but she held on tight. That's how much she loves you, no matter how much she's breaking, no matter how much pain you're causing her, she'll always find a way to fall in love with you. That's how much you matter to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6786725888223793674?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6786725888223793674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-breaking-but-she-held-on-tight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6786725888223793674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6786725888223793674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-was-breaking-but-she-held-on-tight.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5611392478580863863</id><published>2010-11-24T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:12:09.639+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'It's time that we solved the problems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We gotta settle it, eliminate the problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby let's try to make this right,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I promise I'll never do you wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby we can make a change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more playing games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby I'm so lost everyday without you. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Thai feat. V8- I'm going crazy ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5611392478580863863?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5611392478580863863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-that-we-solved-problems-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5611392478580863863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5611392478580863863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-time-that-we-solved-problems-we.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-46923813290254788</id><published>2010-11-24T21:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:00:25.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It takes time to understand a girl. But if she's really worth it, you'd take the time to try and figure her out. You can't know everything about a girl in a matter of days, it takes time. Phone calls, fights, dates, and every minute you're with her, you begin to know more and more about her. It takes time to know a girl well. Not fully, but well. If she really mattered to you, you'd take the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-46923813290254788?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/46923813290254788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-takes-time-to-understand-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/46923813290254788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/46923813290254788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-takes-time-to-understand-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6836974049882453894</id><published>2010-11-24T21:57:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:57:24.058+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to be your first and last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6836974049882453894?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6836974049882453894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-be-your-first-and-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6836974049882453894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6836974049882453894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-be-your-first-and-last.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5177252830371445503</id><published>2010-11-21T15:11:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:12:32.334+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once you fall in love with someone, they will always be a part of you. Even if you never talk, they'll still cross your mind and even the thought of them being with someone else hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5177252830371445503?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5177252830371445503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-you-fall-in-love-with-someone-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5177252830371445503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5177252830371445503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-you-fall-in-love-with-someone-they.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4865921865703844474</id><published>2010-11-19T16:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:45:50.752+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I don't ever wanna hear your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't ever wanna see your face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I never want you around me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I really tried to make it work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And god knows that it really hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think it's best that you should leave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stay the hell away from me.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      - &lt;/em&gt;Jimmie Allen, Stay away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4865921865703844474?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4865921865703844474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-ever-wanna-hear-your-name-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4865921865703844474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4865921865703844474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-ever-wanna-hear-your-name-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6824679668203918022</id><published>2010-11-19T16:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:16:10.795+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never stay with someone who doesn't show you that you deserve the universe. Don't do anyone any favours when all they do is make you sacrifice yourself. You deserve more than you give yourself credit for. Know that you should never settle for someone who can't prove their words for you. Most of all, &lt;strong&gt;love yourself &lt;/strong&gt;and everything well will follow after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6824679668203918022?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6824679668203918022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-stay-with-someone-who-doesnt-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6824679668203918022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6824679668203918022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-stay-with-someone-who-doesnt-show.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6655983983187945442</id><published>2010-11-12T21:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:55:51.244+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe it's true what they say. There's always that one person who you never really get over. No matter how many other better people you meet, people who treat you better and people who love you better, in the back of your mind, there is always that person you can't quite completely forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6655983983187945442?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6655983983187945442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-its-true-what-they-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6655983983187945442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6655983983187945442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/maybe-its-true-what-they-say.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6396850587658305461</id><published>2010-11-12T21:52:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:52:54.611+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry if sometimes I get a little jealous, thinking that someone else could make you happier than I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6396850587658305461?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6396850587658305461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry-if-sometimes-i-get-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6396850587658305461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6396850587658305461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-sorry-if-sometimes-i-get-little.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-2388716693111971306</id><published>2010-10-22T20:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:05:15.865+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Someone who always reminds me that I'm beautiful. Someone I can talk comfortably with. Someone who I can be silly with. Someone insightful. Someone I look forward to talking with. It hasn't been long, no, but we talk as if we've known each other for a long time. I'm gonna keep corniness out of this because that's his expertise. I know he's going to read this but he really is special. Actually.. special is an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-2388716693111971306?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/2388716693111971306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-found-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2388716693111971306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2388716693111971306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-found-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-2154818844867494695</id><published>2010-10-17T21:52:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:00:39.379+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, celebrated my one month anniversary with my boyfriend, John :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to John's place for him to shower and to get some stuff he needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to livo and walked around alone, waiting for John to buy me my present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; received my present; an anklet with loveheart charms (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to cabra and waited for felicia and caroline and the others to arrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went city and ate at maccas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to show karaoke for an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to watch the others play pool for an hour and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; me and john split up from the rest of the group and went cinemas to buy tickets to 'Inception'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to go eat at sushi train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went to passionflower in capitol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; went back to cinemas for movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&gt; after movies, went home, where John slept over :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Overall, yesterday was a good day. Happy one month babe, i love you xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-2154818844867494695?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/2154818844867494695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-celebrated-my-one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2154818844867494695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/2154818844867494695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/yesterday-celebrated-my-one-month.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7874742767311773415</id><published>2010-10-17T21:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:52:02.114+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If a girl can put up with you through your worst days, and still stick with you and all your crap, then it's kind of obvious that you shouldn't let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7874742767311773415?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7874742767311773415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-girl-can-put-up-with-you-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7874742767311773415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7874742767311773415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-girl-can-put-up-with-you-through.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7976094722353541120</id><published>2010-10-15T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T19:36:00.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want you to hug me from behind, unexpectedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to give me your hoodie when I'm cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to hold me and keep me warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to cuddle with me and watch movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to hold my hands and play with my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to play with my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to take amazing photos with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to come to my house and meet my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to lay in my bed and hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to watch the sunrise and sunset with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to give me piggyback rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to kiss my forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to sing my favourite song to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to wipe my tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to always remind me that you really love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to tell me you miss me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to drop everything and hug me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to take pictures of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to take me on a picnic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to smile every single time you see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I want you to know how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7976094722353541120?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7976094722353541120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-you-to-hug-me-from-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7976094722353541120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7976094722353541120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-you-to-hug-me-from-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7786974811118771531</id><published>2010-10-14T19:34:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:34:49.962+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, I want to wake up next to you, stare at you for a second, give you a kiss, and fall back asleep next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7786974811118771531?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7786974811118771531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-i-want-to-wake-up-next-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7786974811118771531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7786974811118771531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-i-want-to-wake-up-next-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6714559894926241578</id><published>2010-10-14T19:30:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T19:33:38.109+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to sleep with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;No, not sex. I wanna feel your arms wrapped around me, nice and secure. I wanna feel you breathing. I wanna trace your facial features softly with my index finger. I wanna kiss your cheek when you're sleeping. I wanna hold you tight, I wanna dream with you. Then wake up to see you still physically with me, and start our day together, continue our day, then sleep with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6714559894926241578?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6714559894926241578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-sleep-with-you-no-not-sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6714559894926241578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6714559894926241578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-want-to-sleep-with-you-no-not-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-875591433397728894</id><published>2010-10-08T22:10:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:12:56.430+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships last long, not because they're destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice- to keep it, fight for it, and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not because they're destined to fail. They fail because one of the two, or both, made the choice- to set each other free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-875591433397728894?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/875591433397728894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/relationships-last-long-not-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/875591433397728894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/875591433397728894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/relationships-last-long-not-because.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4409533007010986978</id><published>2010-10-02T20:42:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T20:43:32.722+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a difference between giving up and letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Giving up is sacrificing what was rightfully yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and letting go is forgetting what never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4409533007010986978?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4409533007010986978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-difference-between-giving-up-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4409533007010986978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4409533007010986978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/10/theres-difference-between-giving-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3555852586270935725</id><published>2010-09-27T21:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:17:04.349+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be happy with what you have, because once you let go, it's going to be gone forever and at a point, you'll be wishing you can have it back, but til then, it will be too late and it will be just another regret added onto your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3555852586270935725?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3555852586270935725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-happy-with-what-you-have-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3555852586270935725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3555852586270935725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/be-happy-with-what-you-have-because.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-9138550165118397596</id><published>2010-09-26T21:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:15:13.169+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overthinking ruins you. Ruins the situation, turns things around, makes you worry and just makes things worse than it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-9138550165118397596?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/9138550165118397596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/overthinking-ruins-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/9138550165118397596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/9138550165118397596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/overthinking-ruins-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-791908017154474046</id><published>2010-09-17T19:51:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:52:07.392+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A kiss on the forehead, a hug when she's cold, a piggyback when she's tired and a walk in the sand in the sunset. The littlest things may seem little to you, but mean the most to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-791908017154474046?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/791908017154474046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/kiss-on-forehead-hug-when-shes-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/791908017154474046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/791908017154474046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/kiss-on-forehead-hug-when-shes-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-614325464032284058</id><published>2010-09-17T19:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:49:58.321+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember, I stayed no matter what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No other girl will put up with all the shit you put me through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cause I was strong enough to handle the pain just so I can keep you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But in the end, I guess I gave in to all the heartaches&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now, thinking back, you didn't deserve me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you never &lt;strong&gt;will again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-614325464032284058?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/614325464032284058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember-i-stayed-no-matter-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/614325464032284058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/614325464032284058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember-i-stayed-no-matter-what.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4998321322113582749</id><published>2010-09-16T19:39:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:43:51.301+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;3 john 160910&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4998321322113582749?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4998321322113582749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4998321322113582749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4998321322113582749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7691646536171949765</id><published>2010-09-16T16:43:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:44:45.045+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;things we don't want to know but have to learn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and people we can't live without but have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7691646536171949765?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7691646536171949765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-things-that-we-dont-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7691646536171949765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/7691646536171949765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/there-are-things-that-we-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5852032115954689496</id><published>2010-09-10T18:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:38:19.488+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haven't been able to blog anything lately, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;either because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a) I'm too lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;b) I'm too busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;c) fricken prelims are coming up! &gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5852032115954689496?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5852032115954689496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/havent-been-able-to-blog-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5852032115954689496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5852032115954689496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/09/havent-been-able-to-blog-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-8750284414682529352</id><published>2010-08-30T21:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:18:53.790+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' Everyone says don't give him no more chances.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He don't deserve them at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You ignore them, letting him right back in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So all this pain is your fault. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You blame him for your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you keep on giving in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I don't think you're really getting it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are your worst enemy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you give him everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you know this love is detrimental.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're able to stick around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take your eyes off the ground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are your, you are your worst enemy. '&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-8750284414682529352?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/8750284414682529352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyone-says-dont-give-him-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8750284414682529352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/8750284414682529352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyone-says-dont-give-him-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5405651026003166402</id><published>2010-08-30T21:54:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:54:54.523+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5405651026003166402?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5405651026003166402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-close-your-eyes-to-things-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5405651026003166402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5405651026003166402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/you-can-close-your-eyes-to-things-you.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-3030757119345101877</id><published>2010-08-30T21:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:50:59.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The funny thing is, nobody really ever knows how much anybody else is hurting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We could be standing next to someone who is completely broken, and we wouldn't even know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-3030757119345101877?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/3030757119345101877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-thing-is-nobody-really-ever-knows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3030757119345101877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/3030757119345101877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/funny-thing-is-nobody-really-ever-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4862191395934016911</id><published>2010-08-29T21:51:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:53:19.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We don't realise what we have until it's gone. We're too stubborn to say, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." We hurt the ones closest to our hearts, and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4862191395934016911?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4862191395934016911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-dont-realise-what-we-have-until-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4862191395934016911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4862191395934016911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-dont-realise-what-we-have-until-its.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-5283174218988869769</id><published>2010-08-28T20:05:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:25:43.560+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd rather lose an argument to you than lose you over an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-5283174218988869769?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/5283174218988869769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/id-rather-lose-and-argument-to-you-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5283174218988869769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/5283174218988869769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/id-rather-lose-and-argument-to-you-than.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-7531968307575186307</id><published>2010-08-27T16:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:19:16.061+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A close friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future and accepts you just the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-7531968307575186307?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/7531968307575186307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/close-friend-is-someone-who-understands.html#comment-form' 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ms;"&gt;I check my phone right when I wake up in the morning, hoping there would be a text or a missed call from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-1615747692815639049?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/1615747692815639049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-check-my-phone-right-when-i-wake-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1615747692815639049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/1615747692815639049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-check-my-phone-right-when-i-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-4588914421815664678</id><published>2010-08-24T21:53:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:56:04.143+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want a relationship where we act like fucking dumbasses and pick on each other. Call each other names and annoy each other. And still have the same love we had for each other from the day we became official.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-4588914421815664678?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/4588914421815664678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-relationship-where-we-act-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4588914421815664678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/4588914421815664678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-want-relationship-where-we-act-like.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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-3552971439746380128.post-6234320857216256663</id><published>2010-08-23T21:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:53:56.434+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope I can find a boy who can proudly say 'I love you' even in front of many people. Who can see me beautiful even when I'm in my ugliest. Who can show me to his parents saying "Pa, Ma, this is my princess", and who can hold my hand in front of his friends and could proudly say "Guys, she's my girl. My life and my everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3552971439746380128-6234320857216256663?l=bbynez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/feeds/6234320857216256663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-i-can-find-boy-who-can-proudly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6234320857216256663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3552971439746380128/posts/default/6234320857216256663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bbynez.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-i-can-find-boy-who-can-proudly.html' title=''/><author><name>bbynez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639243833258382548</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>
