<?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-7605427</id><updated>2011-09-01T13:02:49.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stout-Clubs-Benny's GirL-Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605427.post-111781657067650041</id><published>2005-06-04T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:36:10.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好想你</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(i miss you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;还没忘了你这么多天没见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;可是我总想起你的声音在我耳边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;今天心情好吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;是否不愉快&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;要一切都看得开&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;世界没有太坏&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;虽然不在你身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;我的心有一条线&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;连着你牵着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;好想你想到愿意相信&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;我就闭上了眼睛你在这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;别忘记我们的约定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;一直都在我心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不管你在哪里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不要忘了我有多么爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不要忘了吃饭不管有多忙&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不要忘了开车时候一定要往前看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;其实我真的很快乐&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;有你一直守侯&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;一直走到了以后都挽着你的手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;虽然不在你身边&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;但我在你心里面&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;我愿意等着你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;我好想你想到不能呼吸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;想到全身没力气没有关系&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;你别忘记我们的约定&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;一直都在我心里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不管你在哪里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;不要忘了我有多么爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;我也一直在这里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;别忘了我有多么爱你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111781657067650041?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111781657067650041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111781657067650041' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111781657067650041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111781657067650041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='好想你'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605427.post-111750351892134071</id><published>2005-05-31T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T09:40:42.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12月28日﹝太阳#魔术师﹞代表人物：丹佐·华盛顿&lt;br /&gt;好胜心强，充满斗志，活力充沛；对于工作非常执着和认真，每件事都有自我的意见，&lt;br /&gt;给人万事通的印象。&lt;br /&gt;优点是精力旺盛，具有非常好的领导、创作和沟通能力。&lt;br /&gt;缺点是自信，野心太大，想同时做好几件事，分散力量。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Man&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;11月08日﹝土星#正义﹞代表人物：玛格丽特·密契尔（《飘》作者）&lt;br /&gt;个性刚毅、踏实，公正无私；好恶分明，具有强烈的责任心，能够集中全力追求自己理&lt;br /&gt;想，成功欲望很强。&lt;br /&gt;优点是对人对事都非常认真，脚踏实地，全力以赴。&lt;br /&gt;缺点是常陷于自我的情绪困扰；主观性强，不易和人沟通。&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/7605427-111750351892134071?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;你的手却放不开 宁愿没出息求我别离开&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111616916844893100?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111616916844893100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111616916844893100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111616916844893100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111616916844893100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='倒带 - 蔡依林'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-111565613210067652</id><published>2005-05-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T00:37:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicated to Sheena Tan (sherry)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;although i may not know her well.. but her leaving is still something shocking to me.. maybe i still cannot accept the truth that her left this world in a very miserable way.. should i say she is very pitiful? or she is brave or strong enough to die. i believe it must take alot alot of courage to jump off.. will she regret?? i don't know. maybe its the best way for her to end every misery she is having.  but i stongly believe her parents caused her death. they push her to the end where she has no way to go but to left...........  this kind of parents who think they always want the best for the kids but in the other hand pushing them to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://sherryadensii.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sherryadensii.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i enjoy reading her blog she got good writing skill. too bad a gal with her intelligent just left us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To a dear friend who has so sadly departed ourworld on Saturday. It was so unexpected, I'm sureI can safely speak for almost everyone that thenews that you took your own life hit us like a tonof bricks. It seemed so unreal, so unnatural foryou to do that. I've always seen your smiling,never seen a frown or a sad look on your face.. I can't understand why you did that, and I guess Inever will. What's done is done, I only wish andpray that you're in a better place now. I hopeyou're up above, watching over those who love andcare for you, those who have shed a million tearsfor you, those whose hearts have been sunk andtorn apart. I hope you'll give them strength tocarry on. Courage to carry on.So for now my friend, my thoughts and prayers withyou up above. I'll miss your hugs and pinches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111565613210067652?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111565613210067652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111565613210067652' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111565613210067652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111565613210067652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/05/delicated-to-sheena-tan-sherry.html' title='Delicated to Sheena Tan (sherry)'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605427.post-111470151851999047</id><published>2005-04-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:18:38.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting for benny to finish work n buy frog leg porridge from geylang.. for my supper!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111470151851999047?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111470151851999047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111470151851999047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111470151851999047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111470151851999047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/waiting-for-benny-to-finish-work-n-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-111470141695842461</id><published>2005-04-28T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:16:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo Jumbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;last night 27/4/2005 was dragged down to zouk by miss catherine chua or should i call her kathryn... the boo boo girl. I think its been 1 year plus since i last went mambo... went coffeeshop had some drinks as usual guiness stout.. n kat had her dinner.. chicken chop that cost $4.50. kinda expensive... of course my michelle boy was with me.. He took half day n came shop n find me then then went bersher's ROM dinner then his house wait for him to bath n get dressed n back to my house to. went zouk in my jeans n oversized black tshirt.. WITHOUD any makeup.. haha.... cant be bothered anyway its just mambo.. feel old at mambo.. kinda embarass about the thought we are going zouk.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;11pm 1 for 1 obviously its time to get trash. bought 1 jug of screwdriver n 1 long island.. (yucks) but its my darling fav drink. standing at our fav spot, mydarling was quietly standing one corner... finishing up one jug of long island... WOW.... then he bought a bot of beer n start drinking a slip of beer a mouthful of long island... in the end i was so tired.. i wanted to go home n zzzzz cant finish the drink.. left 1/2 jug of long island.. gave it to zhenyi... went to the deli, bought HOTDOG bun.. hehe... then walk to the taxi stand .. going back to kat house to retrieve our bike.. but mr benny start puking... n puking n puking.. never see him puke so much..... hmmm i think i saw once b4 hehe.... finally.. he puke blood... complaining about how painful his liver was... managed to take a cab back home.. drag him up my house.. bath him n get him into bed.... he look so much in pain... haiz.. hurts me.. to see him in pain... but i was so tired.. knock out once i lie on my comfortable bed.. hehe...  ZzZzZzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111470141695842461?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111470141695842461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111470141695842461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111470141695842461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111470141695842461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/mambo-jumbo.html' title='Mambo Jumbo'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-111427269592496190</id><published>2005-04-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:11:35.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love Benny Fong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we are together for 1 year 4 months and 22 days. He is sleeping so sexily beside me now with a wonderful continuously music snoring around my room ZzZzzzzzzzzz. 30th April.. our first trip out SINGAPORE...  waiting for the day.... i will update my blog if i remember hahaha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111427269592496190?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111427269592496190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111427269592496190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111427269592496190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111427269592496190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-benny-fong-we-are-together-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-111427185268194143</id><published>2005-04-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:57:32.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things women wish men would figure out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*Saying I love you before, during or after sex doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;*When we ask you how we look, fine is not an appropriate answer.&lt;br /&gt;*We obsess over whether you'll call from the moment we give you our number.&lt;br /&gt;*We fantasize. But it's usually about you.&lt;br /&gt;*We love it when you email us at work.&lt;br /&gt;*No matter how cool we seem about it, if you did something bad, we're pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;*Don't patronize us by asking if our bad mood is because of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;*Don't ever tell us what to do, even when we ask you to.&lt;br /&gt;*We will leave you if you lie to us.&lt;br /&gt;*We're unimpressed by men who don't take the lead. Be a man, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;*We love when you hold our hands.&lt;br /&gt;*We need to hear how you feel about us. Tell us right now. And again in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;*We want to be the best thing that ever happened to you -- and for you to know it.&lt;br /&gt;*If we don't feel loved, we'll start looking elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;*Don't talk about your ex. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;*We like porn, too.&lt;br /&gt;*We remember everything about our relationships. Yes, everything.&lt;br /&gt;*We let you fix things.&lt;br /&gt;*You're sexiest when you're: sweating, driving, shaving, or holding a baby.&lt;br /&gt;*We've faked it.&lt;br /&gt;*Groping and foreplay are not the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;*While we're on the subject: more foreplay!&lt;br /&gt;*If we're not having sex it's because: we feel fat; we don't feel very close to you, or we are punishing you for not doing something our way.&lt;br /&gt;*We're afraid to meet your mother.&lt;br /&gt;*We think you should have already known all this stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-111427185268194143?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111427185268194143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111427185268194143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111427185268194143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111427185268194143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/04/25-things-women-wish-men-would-figure.html' title='25 things women wish men would figure out'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-111210156207688474</id><published>2005-03-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:06:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Big Fat Love Myths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Myth #1: You can't be in love with two people at once.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Are you serious? That's like saying you can't like cake and ice cream at the same time, as if loving one prevents you from loving the other. Consider this a cultural thing - in Europe, it's perfectly okay to be polyamorous. Of course, we're not suggesting that makes it any easier... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Myth #2: All you need is love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Love - while grand - is not the duct tape of the heart. Love has the bonding properties of a slightly tattered and linty stretch of Scotch tape; it might do the job for awhile, but you better not be counting on it to hold anything together long term. Love's a great start, but totally useless until you can also communicate, understand each other, and solve problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Myth #3: Love is hard.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;No, love is work. Maybe not easy work, either, but it shouldn't be hard. Or painful. Or something that you're not enthusiastically willing to work though to make things better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Myth #4: There's a "best" or "right" way to fall in love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You should be friends first. You should fall in love at first sight. Take it slow. If it's true love, you'll know right away. Ugh. Why are we still letting people tell us that one way to fall in love is somehow better or more likely to work than another? No matter what timetable it works on, whenever love shows up at your door, why not just be happy it got there at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Love Myth #5: Love is a feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sure, love contains a lot of feelings - the butterflies-in-the-stomach joyous anxiety, that throbbing passion, the sappy heart-strings-pulling stuff - but at the end of the day, love is really an action. It's about doing, not feeling, especially during the moments when you inconveniently lack those feelings that make your actions easier.&lt;/span&gt; &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/7605427-111210156207688474?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/111210156207688474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=111210156207688474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111210156207688474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/111210156207688474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/03/5-big-fat-love-myths.html' title='5 Big Fat Love Myths'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110929782092426966</id><published>2005-02-25T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:18:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. The nice men are ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. The handsome men are not nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. The handsome and nice men are gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. The handsome men without money are after our money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOW, WHO CAN POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND MEN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110929782092426966?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110929782092426966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110929782092426966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110929782092426966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110929782092426966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/truth-about-man.html' title='The Truth About Man'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110891573074480163</id><published>2005-02-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:08:50.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defination of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Marriage is not a word. It's a sentence (a life sentence). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Marriage is love. Love is blind. Therefore marriage is an institution for the blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Marriage is an institution in which a man loses his bachelors Degree and the woman gets her masters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 5. Married life is full of excitement and frustration: In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year,the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the NEIGHBOR listens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, and when you see what the other person has, you wish you had ordered that instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. There was this man who muttered a few words in the church and found himself married. A year later he muttered something in his sleep and found himself divorced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. A happy marriage is a matter of giving and taking; the husband gives and the wife takes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Son: How much does it cost to get married, Dad? Father: I don't know son, I'm still paying for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Son: Is it true Dad? I heard that in ancient China, a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her. Father: That happens everywhere, son, EVERYWHERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. They say that when a man holds a woman's hand before marriage,it is love; after marriage it is self-defense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a 10-year married man looks happy, we wonder why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. There was this lover who said that he would go through hell for her.They got married, and now he is going through HELL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. Confucius says: man who sinks into woman's arm soon have arms in woman's sink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Eighty percent of married man cheat in America, the rest cheat in Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin. They just can't face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Marriage is a man and a woman become one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After the marriage the "Y" becomes silent. 21. I married Miss right, I just didn't know her first name was Always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;22. It's not true that married men live longer than single men, it only seems longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;23. Losing a wife can be hard. In my case, it was almost impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;24. A man was complaining to a friend: I HAD IT ALL - MONEY, A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE, THE LOVE OF A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, THEN POW! IT WAS ALL GONE. WHAT HAPPENED, asked his friend. He says - MY WIFE FOUND OUT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;25. WIFE: Let's go out and have some fun tonight. HUSBAND: OK, but if you get home before I do, leave the hallway lighs on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;26. At a cocktail party, one woman said to another: AREN'T YOU WEARING YOUR RING ON THE WRONG FINGER? The other replied, YES, I, AM. I MARRIED THE WRONG MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;27. Man is incomplete until he gets married; then he is finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;28. It doesn't matter how often a married man changes his job, he still ends up with the same boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;29. A man inserted an ad in the paper - WIFE WANTED. The next day he received a hundred letters and they all said the same thing - YOU CAN HAVE     MINE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;30. When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing - either the car is new or the wife is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110891573074480163?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110891573074480163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110891573074480163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110891573074480163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110891573074480163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/defination-of-marriage.html' title='Defination of Marriage'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110839647851738741</id><published>2005-02-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T10:19:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wat Girls are thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL is quiet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Millions of things are running in her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is thinking deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is wondering how long you will be around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL answers "i'm fine" after a few seconds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is not at all fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL stares at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is wondering why you are lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She is seeking for your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL wants to see you everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She wants to be pampered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL sms's u everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She wants you to reply at least once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL says I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She means it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL says that she can't live without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;She has made up her mind that you are her future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a GIRL says "i miss you",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110839647851738741?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110839647851738741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110839647851738741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110839647851738741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110839647851738741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/wat-girls-are-thinking.html' title='Wat Girls are thinking'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110778733550760828</id><published>2005-02-07T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T22:42:15.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has any ger cried for u b4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Has any ger cried for u b4? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If a gal cries in front of u, it means dat she couldnt take it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If u take her hand, she would stay with u 4 de rest of ur life; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If u let her go, she couldnt go back 2 being herself anymor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A gal wont cry easily,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;xcept in front of de person who she loved e most, she becomes weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;A gal wont cry easily, only wen she love u de most, she put down her ego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guys, if a gal cries bcoz of u,please hold her hands firmly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;she's the one who would stay with u 4 derest of ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guys, if a gal cries bcoz of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;please dont give her up,maybe bcoz of ur decision, u ruin her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When she cry rite infrnt of u,When she cry bcoz of u,Look into her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Can u see n feel de pain n hurt she's feelin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Think. Which other girl have cried wif pure sincerity,Infront of u, and bcoz of u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She cry not because she is weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She cry not bcoz she wan sympathy or pity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;She cry, Because cryin silently is no longer possible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;De pain, hurt,n agony hav bcome 2 big aburden 2 b kept inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Guys, Think about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If a gal cry her heart out 2 u, And all because of u,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Its time 2 look back on wat u hav done, Only u will know de answer 2 it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do consider it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Coz one day, It may b 2 late 4 regrets, It may b 2 late 2 say "im sorry".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;To my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ponder this message seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Dont do dis to a gal, You may regret 4 de rest of ur life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Maybe in ur life, she's the onli one dat love u de most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Remember dis lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110778733550760828?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110778733550760828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Loving Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER WHY YOU THINK SHE'S COOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell her why you think she's so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Smell her hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talk to her in movie theatres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pick her up and pretend you're going to throw her in the river; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she'll scream and fight you but secretly, she`ll love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold her hand and skip.Hold her hand and run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST HOLD HER HAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pick flowers from other peoples gardens and give them to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell her she's pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let her pay if she wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Introduce her to your friends as the coolest girl you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sit in the park and talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST TALK TO HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take her to the library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TAKE HER ANYWHERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tell her dirty jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER HAPPY STORIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER SAD STORIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER YOUR STORIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER STUPID JOKES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Write poems about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST WALK WITH HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Throw pebbles at her window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHEN SHE STARTS SWEARING, TELL HER YOU LOVE HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take her to shows of bands shes' never heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hold her hand in the mosh pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LET HER FALL ASLEEP IN YOUR ARMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Call her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Call her back if she calls you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sing to her, no matter how bad you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Carve your names into a tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GET HER MAD, THEN KISS HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Give her piggy-back rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go see her band play even if they really suck and tell her they were great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GIVE HER SPACE WHEN SHE NEEDS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Push her on swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stay up with her all night when shes sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Make up pet names for her but cool ones not sappy ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Teach her guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lend her your cds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Write on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Write about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Make her mixtapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Write her letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take her to cool shops and let her take you to even cooler ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST HANG OUT WITH HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Listen to all the bands she mentions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dont tell her that her favorite bands suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHEN SHE'S SAD, HANG OUT WITH HER OR STAY ON THE PHONE WITH HER, EVEN IF SHE'S NOT SAYING ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Buy her ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let her take all the photos of you she wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOOK INTO HER EYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Slow dance with her even if the music is fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;TELL HER A SECRET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JUST KISS HER.TRUST HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE HER.BE YOURSELF AROUND HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;CHERISH HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and when you fall in love with her tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110778662000860788?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110778662000860788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110778662000860788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110778662000860788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110778662000860788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/02/loving-her.html' title='Loving Her'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110520396961010241</id><published>2005-01-09T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:06:09.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Female</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;1. When a girl says she's sad, but she isn't crying, it means she's crying in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;2. When she ignores you after you've done something wrong, it's best to give her sometime to cool down before touching her heart with an apology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;3. A girl can't find anything to hate about the guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for her to 'get over him' after the relationship's over.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on her mind every minute of the day, even though she flirts with other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is not sure how to react to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;8. If you don't like a girl who likes you, break it to her gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel. Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of expressing themselves (which explains why most girls like writing journals).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the first time, the girl may act uninterested during the call. But as soon as the phone is back on the hook, she will whoop with joy and immediately start telephoning her friends to spread the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her first. Let her get to know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;16. If a girl says she can't go out with you because she has to study, leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from you, stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;18. Don't try to guess a girl's feelings. Ask her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;19. Hearing the words "I love you" is a great reassurance to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she'll wonder why she never noticed him before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl, read romance stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would first check who is standing next to her crush before actually looking at herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;23. A girl's ex-crush will always be in her memory, but the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;24. Girls love having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;25. A simple 'Hi' can brighten a girl's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;26. A girl's best friends usually know best what she is feeling and going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them just to get close to their 'prettier' friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness to a girl, in that order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love and care for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110520396961010241?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110520396961010241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110520396961010241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110520396961010241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110520396961010241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2005/01/female.html' title='Female'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110321069662966339</id><published>2004-12-16T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:24:56.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When a guy reali falls in love and becomes faithful to his beloved, his change in his character will reali shock every1 around him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;His egoist heart will uncompromisingly softens when he willingly gives his heart to the lady he falls in love with.. furthermore he'll be willing to sacrifice everythin and do anythin fer his loved one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No matter how egoist he may be, tears will fall from his cheeks wen his heart's broken.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not easy to see guys who would truly cry fer their loved ones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;~20 signs to recognise the strong love a guy holds fer his beloved..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. he willingly do anythin n everythin fer his beloved.. with sincerity not coercion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. he constantly wans to humour his beloved and tends to be more talkative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. he tends to advise his beloved more as he truly loves her and wans her to be a better person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. he tries to restrict her freedom due to his overwhelmin jealousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. he constantly fears losin his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. he always monitors his beloved's movements as he feels insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7. he hates e idea of other guys bein close to his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. he becomes jealous and sensitive wen his beloved pays less attention to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. he becomes the most hardworking person n help his beloved to do anythin n everythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. he becomes restless wen his beloved's away fer too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. he cares fer his beloved more than he does himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. he constantly asks if his beloved loves him as he feels his love is greater than his beloved's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;13. he would not be bothered wif other gals who dun hold any importance to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;14. he will try to spend a lot of time wif his beloved even tho he noes he'll end up waitin fer his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. he praises his beloved in front of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;16. if his beloved leaves him, he will correct himself to be abetter man fer his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;17. wen ther is a third party, he loses his mind and is willing to do anythin to fight fer his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;18. he makes sure he ensures her safety at all times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;19. he is lyk a small kid who fights fer constant attention from his beloved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;20. he treats his beloved as his most trusted one and willing to sacrifice all of his wealth and even his life fer her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110321069662966339?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110321069662966339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110321069662966339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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你已走得很遠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;也許你已經放棄我　也許已經很難回頭 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我知道是自己錯過　請再給我一個理由　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;說你不愛我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;就算是我不懂 能不能原諒我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;請不要把分手 當作你的請求 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我知道堅持要走 是你受傷的藉口 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;請你回頭　我會陪你一直走到最後 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;就算沒有結果 我也能夠承受 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;我知道你的痛 是我給的承諾 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;你說給過我笑容　沉默是因為包容 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;如果要走　請你記得我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;如果難過　請你忘了我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110177696755581346?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110177696755581346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110177696755581346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110177696755581346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110177696755581346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='藉口'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110163910186021206</id><published>2004-11-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T18:51:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody you love" vs "Somebody you like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;In front of the person you like, your heart beats faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But in front of the person you love, you get happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;In front of the person you love, winter seems like spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But in front of the person you like, winter is just beautiful winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you look into the eyes of the one you like, you blush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But if you look into the eyes of the one you love,you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;In front of the person you like, you can't say everything on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;In front of the person you like, you tend to get shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But in front of the person you love, you can show your own self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;You can't look straight into the eyes of the one you like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But you can always smile into the eyes of the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;When the one you love is crying, you cry with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But when the one you like is crying, you end up comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;The feeling of love starts from the eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But the feeling of like starts from the ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;So if you stop liking a person you used to like, all you need to do is cover your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;But if you try to close your eyes, love turns into a drop of tear and remains in your heart forever ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110163910186021206?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110163910186021206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110163910186021206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110163910186021206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110163910186021206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/somebody-you-love-vs-somebody-you-like.html' title='Somebody you love&quot; vs &quot;Somebody you like'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110152184218714245</id><published>2004-11-27T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T10:18:40.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 most romantic things to do with you b/f or g/f)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Watch the sunset together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Whisper to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Cook for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Walk in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Hold hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. Go for a long walk down the beach atmidnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. Write poetry for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. Say I love you, only when you mean it andmake sure they know you mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetryetc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you everwant. Don't lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;15. Spend every second possible together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into hereyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when theyaren't looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21. Sing to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for twodeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into her eyes, kiss herhand and then put it over your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. Dance together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. I love the way a girl looks right after she'sfallen asleep with her head in my lap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something,go out of your way to call and say I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her aboutthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. Be Prince Charming to her parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. Brush her hair out of her face for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39. Take her to see a romantic movie andremember the parts she liked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make thesame mistake twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. Make sacrifices for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any givenday that you aren't thinking about them, and make sure they know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. Love yourself before you love anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and alwaysremember to say, "Sweet dreams."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110152184218714245?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110152184218714245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110152184218714245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110152184218714245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110152184218714245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/50-most-romantic-things-to-do-with-you.html' title='50 most romantic things to do with you b/f or g/f)'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110125913853483423</id><published>2004-11-24T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T09:18:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No Man is worth a woman's tears. The only one who's worth her tears is the one who knows he could but would never, ever make her cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110125913853483423?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110125913853483423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110125913853483423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110125913853483423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110125913853483423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-110005397105712349</id><published>2004-11-10T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T10:32:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ain't got you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people live for the fortune &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people live just for the fame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people live for the power yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people live just to play the game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people think that the physical things  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Define what's within I've been there before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But that life's a bore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So full of the superficial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If it ain't you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some just want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But everything means nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people search for a fountain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Promises forever young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people need three dozen roses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And that's the only way to prove you love them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in a world on a silver platter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And wondering what it means No one to share, no one who truly cares for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If it ain't you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some just want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But everything means nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But I don't want nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If it ain't you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some people want diamond rings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Some just want everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But everything means nothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you with me baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I ain't got you with me&lt;/span&gt; baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-110005397105712349?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/110005397105712349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=110005397105712349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110005397105712349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/110005397105712349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-i-aint-got-you.html' title='If I ain&apos;t got you'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109806484742589868</id><published>2004-10-18T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T10:01:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Essay of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Somebody told me that 'Finding the right person' is very hard and very wrong... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is best to be the right person for the one you love and start from there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'll always end up disappointed when you set standards and define a "right person" for you and don't rush things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because somewhere, somehow GOD is preparing somebody for you.You can never be perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The person you love can never be perfect.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But both of you can be perfect through love and prayers, and your love can be perfect through the both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our relationships fail not because she is not the right person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is because we expect too much and we decided on our own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let GOD do the workYou may call it waiting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Let GOD Guide you always...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HE knows better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HE knows best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love is not what you think it is, because we are overwhelmed with joy and romance, we forget to learn the meaning of true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some are saying that love is unselfish, blind, unconditional or simply denying oneself for the sake of someone very important in our life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Others are saying love is immortal and can never be defined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When we think we're in love the first thing we almost wanted the whole world to know is that our love for someone could last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We say this phrase "You are the most wonderful gift from GOD.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After a terrible fight or sometimes even a petty quarrel we then say :"You are the biggest mistake I've ever made for my entire life!!!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now, how do you say and spell the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L-O-V-E ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Are you really deeply into it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nobody can tell what love really is until experience speaks and whispers right into our ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Many times we thought after having committed to someone and your trust to one another freezes down to 0 degree"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She ain't the right one.I should probably wait for the right one to come."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But the big question anyone could not answer is "Is she the right one?" and"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When is the right time?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hat made us stick to whom we are with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Will you always be waiting for the right person to come and the right time to commit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A big YES is the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Don't be in a hurry to get into a relationship because you can never find love if you insist that you are already into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Try to find time to really understand your real feelings, to know who you really are, and what you really want in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You're right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is no such thing as a perfect relationship, but there is a compatible partnership that goes along with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If you knew and felt that the relationship will not last, don't go deeper into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You'll just suffer the consequences and live like hell the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's really hard to say goodbye though, but you can't make it any better by just pretending you still have the same feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Try to let go and give yourself a chance to grow and give your heart a much needed attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then you will find that you have made the right decision and you made it all by yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;More frequently than not, we all act in a hypocritical manner for some reason.We call it love when we can't leave someone and see them crying as we try to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are wrong, it's just pity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We call it love when we're too attached and think that losing the one we love will somehow make us weak and unable to face the storms of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We call it love when we give our whole life to them, the wholeness of us and imagined that if they leave no one would accept us and our past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We are mistaken, it's just insecurity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But no matter what the definition is, the truth still remains that love isn't something you can buy nor beg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It is real and existing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You can't touch it but you can feel it in your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You can't find it, but it will knock before you when you least expect it to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It can make you the happiest soul in heaven, but don't forget that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it also can make you the most miserable person in the whole galaxy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Life is Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Love'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109806421284352845</id><published>2004-10-18T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:50:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;From the very Beginning, Gal's family objected strongly on her dating with this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background, &amp; that the gal will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Tho the gal love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the gal to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the gal often vent her anger on him. As for him,.. he only endure it in silence. After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Before leaving, he proposed to the gal: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The gal agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The gal went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love thru emails &amp; phone calls. tho it's hard, but both never thot of giving up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;One day, while the gal was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. when she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry, it's still just a silence cry that accompanied her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, countless of phonecalls, all the gal could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;With a new environment, the gal learn sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her fren came &amp;amp; told her that he's back. She asked her fren not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;A year has passed &amp; her fren came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The gal was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her fren wat's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The gal finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109806421284352845?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109806421284352845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109806421284352845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806421284352845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806421284352845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/10/promise-of-love.html' title='Promise of Love'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109806366581426059</id><published>2004-10-18T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:41:05.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning Of Kissesss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1) Kiss on the hand......... I adore you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2) Kiss on the cheek....... I just want to befriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3) Kiss on the neck......... I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;4) Kiss on the lips............I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;5) Kiss on the ears.......... I'm just playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;6) Kiss anywhere else..... Let's not gt carriedaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;7) Look in your eyes........ Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;8) Playing with your hair... I can't live w/o you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;9) Hand on your waist....... I luv u 2 mch 2 ltyou go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Article two: The 3 steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1) Girls: If a guy get fresh with you Slap him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2) Guys: If any girls slap you, kiss her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3) Girls &amp; Guys:Close ur eyes wen kising its rude 2 stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Article three: The Commandments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;1) Thou shall not squeeze too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;2) Thou shall not ask 4 a kiss, just give &amp;amp; take one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;3) Thou shall kiss every opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109806366581426059?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109806366581426059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109806366581426059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806366581426059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806366581426059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/10/meaning-of-kissesss.html' title='Meaning Of Kissesss'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109806341912806623</id><published>2004-10-18T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T09:36:59.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abOut Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;FIVE MINUTES If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;NOTHING This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine" GO AHEAD This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOUD SIGH This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THAT'S OKAY This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANKS A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109806341912806623?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109806341912806623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109806341912806623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806341912806623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109806341912806623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/10/about-woman.html' title='abOut Woman'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109634177477782984</id><published>2004-09-28T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T11:22:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you think of your past love, you may view itas a failure. But when you find a new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love,it doesn't really matter who won or who lost.What is important is you know when to hold on and when to let go! You know you really love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you're not part of it.Everything happens for the best.If the person you love doesn't love you back,don't be afraid to love someone else again, for you'll never know unless you give it a try.You'll never love a person you love unless you risk for love. Love strives in hurting. If you don't get hurt, you don't learn how to love.Love doesn't hurt all the time. Though the hurting is still there to test you, it is to help you grow. Don't find love, let love find you.That's why it's called falling in love because you don't force yourself to fall. You just fall.You cannot finish a book without closing its chapters. If you want to go on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages.Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. It is a lifetime venture inwhich we are always learning, discovering and growing. The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on and holding on when you need to let go. We lose someone we love only when we are destined to find someone else who can love us even more than we can love ourselves. On falling out of love, take some time to heal and then get beckon the horse. But don't ever make the same mistake of riding the same one that threw you the first time.To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying, to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is risk nothing! To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose true self; to love is to risk not to be loved in return. How to define love: fall but do not stumble, be constant but not too persistent,share and never be unfair, understand and try not to demand, hurt but never keep the pain.Love is like a knife. It can stab the heart or it can carve wonderful images into the soul that always last for a lifetime. Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom who they choose to be and where they choose to be. For all the heartaches and the tears, for gloomy days and fruitless years, you should give thanks, for you know, that there were the things that helped you grow.Loving someone means giving him the freedom to find his way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. Love is a painful risk to take but the risk must be taken no matter how scary or painful, for only then you'll experience the fullness of humanity and that is love.Only love can hurt your heart, fill you with desire and tear you apart.Only love can make you cry and only love knows why. If you're not ready to cry, if you're not ready to take the risk, if you're not ready to feel the pain, then you're not ready to fall in love. There was a time in our lives when we became afraid to fall in love 'coz every time we do, we get hurt, and then I figured that's why it's called falling in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109634177477782984?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109634177477782984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109634177477782984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109634177477782984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109634177477782984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7605427.post-109633735109434802</id><published>2004-09-28T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:11:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;All my life i was afraid that i would never find love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;And now i've have found it, i'm afraid that i will lose it.&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/7605427-109633735109434802?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633735109434802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633735109434802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633735109434802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633735109434802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-my-life-i-was-afraid-that-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633724741556697</id><published>2004-09-28T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:11:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When i cry i see you in my tears But i clean my tears therefore no one can see you.&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/7605427-109633724741556697?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633724741556697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633724741556697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633724741556697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633724741556697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/when-i-cry-i-see-you-in-my-tears-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633716520113675</id><published>2004-09-28T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:12:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;There are so many stars in the sky and only some will get noticed. Among those you choose to ignore is the one which is willing to shine for you forever even if your glance remained elsewhere.&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/7605427-109633716520113675?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633716520113675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633716520113675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633716520113675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633716520113675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/there-are-so-many-stars-in-sky-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633701957874273</id><published>2004-09-28T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:03:39.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's more painful to know the one you love is unhappy with you&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/7605427-109633701957874273?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633701957874273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633701957874273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633701957874273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633701957874273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-breaks-your-heart-to-see-one-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633689034934068</id><published>2004-09-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:01:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never Love A Love That Hurts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Never Hurt A Love That Loves.&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/7605427-109633689034934068?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633689034934068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633689034934068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633689034934068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633689034934068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/never-love-love-that-hurts-never-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633679050654001</id><published>2004-09-28T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:59:50.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;luckier is the woman who is the last love of the man&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/7605427-109633679050654001?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633679050654001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633679050654001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633679050654001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633679050654001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/lucky-is-man-who-is-first-love-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109633667693808842</id><published>2004-09-28T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:57:56.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU NOT BECAUSE I NEED YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I NEED YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU&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/7605427-109633667693808842?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109633667693808842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109633667693808842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633667693808842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109633667693808842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-love-you-not-because-i-need-youbuti.html' title=''/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109448027545708663</id><published>2004-09-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:17:55.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather fucked with you - Eamon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Person 1:] Royalty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Eamon:] yea..ya this one of dem songs you can kick bak smoke a blunt nd get real fuked up [Person 1:] haha thas wha im talkin bout E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[Eamon:] Yea.. ya statin island in tha house huh I like to welcome you to another experience ofho-wop (woo woo) ladies you can call me E, or you can jus call me huh here we go uh uh uh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd rather fuk wit you All through tha nightCuz your lookin good (you lookin fine tonight baby)Now i'm takin on your friends Cuz you ran your mouth like i knew you wud (actin so stupid)Even though i gotta flock thas pretty largeI dun't wanna front (uh huh uh huh)Butcha kno you gotta work real hard to be my number one (uh huh ooowoo)I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (oooo)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk wit youCuz you like tha way i run my game (You know this shyts tight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I kno you like my style cuz you like tha pleasure nd tha pain (see, see how I do)Doesn't really matter whatchu say cuz I ain't gunna stop (I dun't giva fuk)You cud be my bottom girl n rise up to tha top (For sure ooowooowoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (oooo)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (uh ya uh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd rather fuk wit youCuz tha otha chicks wana run thier liesYa better hurry up nd get this down cuz tha check out time (lets do this)She said she wanted me to go down town but I think i'll passBut whatcha gotta do is do me first nd then get my cash (ooowoowoo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;[2x's until fade]I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (uh ya uh)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (I'd rather fuk wit you)I'd rather fuk yoouu yeaa (eeeee)I'd rather fuk wit yoouu (uh ya uh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109448027545708663?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109448027545708663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109448027545708663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109448027545708663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109448027545708663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/id-rather-fucked-with-you-eamon.html' title='I&apos;d rather fucked with you - Eamon'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109448002720206867</id><published>2004-09-06T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T22:13:47.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eight month anniversary passed............ last night went chinatown this old shanghai resturant had dinner wif my family....... the food so so but very oily... after dinner.... dearie still feel hungry.. so we head to the porridge coffeeshop and he had pork porridge..... then we saw daddy &amp; mummy walking towards us.. hehehe.... my darling is a big eater!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! geez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love him so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:::: I have no gift at all in shrewishness :::: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:::: I am a right maid for my cowardice ::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109448002720206867?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109448002720206867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109448002720206867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109448002720206867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109448002720206867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109263256870466577</id><published>2004-08-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:02:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally i made it to the cyber world again.... my brother paid off the internet bills. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109263256870466577?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109263256870466577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109263256870466577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109263256870466577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109263256870466577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109189850424473718</id><published>2004-08-08T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T01:08:24.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am sick.. bad flu!!! now waiting for my baby to come home... then i can go ZzzzzZZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109189850424473718?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7605427.post-109181575387907642</id><published>2004-08-07T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T02:09:13.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn crappy movie.....  waste of money but throughout the whole movie, i was juz clinging onto michelle boy. hehe!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109181575387907642?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109181575387907642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109181575387907642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109181575387907642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109181575387907642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109180317862807842</id><published>2004-08-06T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T02:11:18.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah yeah!!! going double dating later... watching The village...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shawn &amp; june , Benny &amp;amp; Me... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love benny, michelle boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109180317862807842?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109180317862807842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109180317862807842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109180317862807842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109180317862807842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109142152887738105</id><published>2004-08-02T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:39:59.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven month anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today is our seventh month anniversary. I Love Benny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thats why he insisted we eat good food. geez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway love him. muacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109142152887738105?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109142152887738105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109142152887738105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109142152887738105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109142152887738105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/seven-month-anniversary.html' title='Seven month anniversary'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109142134694125991</id><published>2004-08-02T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:35:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>W&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oke up around 10 am yesterday n he is still sleeping... was awaken by his snoring several times in the night... he is just too tired. Mummy cook prawn noodles for lunch and he had 2 big bowls =) We left home around 4plus and took mrt to Bugis.. the last day for the food festival. Strolling around, we bought the peking duck crispy skin wrap. it was very crowded. We walk to suntec passing Shaw tower. Again strolling around Suntec. Its was damn packed. We walk aimlessly.. actually trying to find a place to eat our dinner.. Walk around the restuarants at the Fountain of Wealth but i just dunno what to eat.. ended up walking to Marina Square... walk along millenia Walk, saw some nice shops but was too lazy to shop. Finally walk to marina square.. the whole place was under renovation. So we walk to the Marina Bay so called Fun fair.. where the fireworks was held.. Weather was hot. He had a cold beer and we walk around. Feast time as usual. We bought the steam corn in cup.. his fav.. ramli burger and then roti john.. we walk n eat... n strolll down to esplanade.. the weather start toget bad.. dark clouds. worried that the fireworks will be postpone... i was very lazy.. my legs aching.. Wanted to eat at Al Dante. but crowded.... then start drizzling... we quickly walk under the bridge... and bought ice cream and eat hehehe... we decided to walk to one fullerton... thinking that it wont be that crowded walking as it was still drizzling... kiasu singaporeans are all around. shethered under the umbrellas n still sitting by the beach at the bridge... saw my cousin VICTOR SEE walking pass me.. wif his friends.. then we walk around and walked to collyer quay. took a seat.. was very very tired.. my legs aching... rest for like 15 mins we walked back to one fullerton... and settled ourself at HARA Dining.. this japanese resturant beside Embargo.. a nice view to see the fireworks... So Happy.. We had Soft shell crabs, Shishaomo, Agendeshi tofu, salmon sushimi and tempura udon. everything cost around 80 bucks.. the place is nice the atmosphere is nice.. but the service sucks.... around 8 plus the fireworks started.. it was beautiful.. hmm it is a totally different kind of fireworks we always see. marvellous. going again next week to see again. I Love Benny. hehe muacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109142134694125991?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109142134694125991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109142134694125991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109142134694125991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109142134694125991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/08/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109115941579917800</id><published>2004-07-30T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T12:05:32.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>窗外 - Jacky Wu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;男:點了支不想抽的煙 Ya~ 思念像煙圈飄散在窗邊 oh~ &lt;br /&gt;女:泡了杯沒糖的咖啡 我擦的香水 oh~ 會不會飄到你面前 &lt;br /&gt;男:外面下的雨 捉摸不定 &lt;br /&gt;女:天空上的雲 彷彿像你的心情捉摸不定 &lt;br /&gt;男:回想你扮鬼臉的表情 難以忘記 oh~ &lt;br /&gt;女:回想你扮鬼臉的表情 難以忘記 oh~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;男:愛離窗外越來越遠 下著大雨那一夜 你哭紅雙眼 &lt;br /&gt;都是我不對 我才發現我無力挽回 oh~ &lt;br /&gt;女:是我太顧慮尊嚴 雖然 我哭紅雙眼 &lt;br /&gt;你沒有不對 我才發現我無力挽回 oh~ &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;女:愛離窗外越來越遠 已過了多久時間 我哭紅雙眼 &lt;br /&gt;男:愛以被畫上等線 你哭紅雙眼 都是我不對 &lt;br /&gt;我才發現這早已經是從前 &lt;br /&gt;你沒有不對 我才發現這早已經是從前 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;女:我想拉下窗簾 男:我想閉上雙眼 &lt;br /&gt;合:只是我 不想看到窗外過去的情節 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;男:都是我不對 &lt;br /&gt;女:你沒有不對 &lt;br /&gt;男:都是我不對 &lt;br /&gt;女:你沒有不對 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109115941579917800?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109115941579917800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109115941579917800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109115941579917800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109115941579917800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/jacky-wu.html' title='窗外 - Jacky Wu'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109089413301526909</id><published>2004-07-27T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T10:15:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;:: There is only one happiness in life,to love and be loved. :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:: To the world you may be one person,but to one person you may be the world. ::&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;:: Guys are like stars - so many to pick frombut only one can make all your dreams come true! ::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;:: A Friend's love says:" If you ever need anything,I'll be there."True Love says:" You'll never need anything;I'll be&amp;nbsp; there." ::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:: You don't marry someone you can live with,you marry the person who you cannot live without. ::&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109089413301526909?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109089413301526909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109089413301526909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109089413301526909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109089413301526909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109073839002712909</id><published>2004-07-25T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T14:53:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You In Love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you are together with that special someone, you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around to find them. At that moment, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone. Then, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, to let you know of their safe arrival, your phone is quiet. You are desperately waiting for the call! At that moment, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you are much more excited for one short e-mail from that special someone than other many long e-mails, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all the messages in your answering machine because of one message from thatspecial someone, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would not hesitate to think of that special someone. Then, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend", but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction. At that moment, you are in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While you are reading this page, if someone appears in your mind, then u are in love with that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109073839002712909?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109073839002712909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109073839002712909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109073839002712909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109073839002712909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/are-you-in-love.html' title='Are You In Love???'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109073703417268158</id><published>2004-07-25T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T14:33:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Benny, my boyfriend, my love, my dearie and the most important thing is he is mine!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;_::_Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and therefore is winged cupid painted blind_::_&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109073703417268158?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-7605427.post-109048705712352660</id><published>2004-07-22T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:04:17.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delicate to dearie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i choose to love you in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos in silence i find no rejection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i choose to love you in my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cos in loneliness no one owns you but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109048705712352660?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109048705712352660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109048705712352660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048705712352660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048705712352660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/delicate-to-dearie.html' title='delicate to dearie'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109048694292904598</id><published>2004-07-22T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T17:02:22.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want the scars to show the pain i have been through!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109048694292904598?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109048694292904598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109048694292904598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048694292904598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048694292904598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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-7605427.post-109048657166998094</id><published>2004-07-22T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T16:56:11.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion - Destiny Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's over and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but the heartache lives on inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and who's the one you're clinging to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;instead of me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And where are you now, now that i need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You never see me fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the words of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just emotion thats taken me ober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but if you don't come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come home to me, darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't cha know there;s nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodnight, goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm there at your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm part of all things you ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but you've got a part of someone ellse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You've got to find your shining star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And where are you now, now that i need you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tears on my pillow wherever you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You never see me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the words of a broken heart &lt;br /&gt;Its just emotion thats taken me ober &lt;br /&gt;caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul &lt;br /&gt;but if you don't come back &lt;br /&gt;come home to me, darling &lt;br /&gt;don't you know there's nobody left in this world to hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight &lt;br /&gt;goodnight, goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And where are you now, now that i need you? &lt;br /&gt;tears on my pillow wherever you go &lt;br /&gt;i'll cry me a river that leads to your ocean&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You never see me apart &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In the words of a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its just emotion thats taken me over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;caught up in sorrow, lost in my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;but if you don't come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;come home to me, darling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody left in this world to hold me tight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;nobody left in this world to kiss goodnight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodnight, goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7605427-109048657166998094?l=stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/feeds/109048657166998094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7605427&amp;postID=109048657166998094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048657166998094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7605427/posts/default/109048657166998094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stout-clubs-bennygirl-me.blogspot.com/2004/07/emotion-destiny-child.html' title='Emotion - Destiny Child'/><author><name>Michie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00076027087492142859</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>
