<?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-1208599074972372372</id><updated>2011-11-12T07:57:07.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No One Else Can Do it Better ...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a place somewhere in the world. Maybe it's a lot like your world, maybe it's nothing like it. But if you look closer, you might see someone like you. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4515577294494470041</id><published>2011-11-12T07:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:57:07.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a birds eye view I can see, we are spiralling down in gravity</title><content type='html'>You are the mountain, you are the rock&lt;br /&gt;You are the cord and you're the spark &lt;br /&gt;You are the eagle, you are the lark &lt;br /&gt;You are the world and you're remarkable&lt;br /&gt;You're the ocean eating the shore &lt;br /&gt;You are the calm inside the storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4515577294494470041?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4515577294494470041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-birds-eye-view-i-can-see-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4515577294494470041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4515577294494470041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/11/from-birds-eye-view-i-can-see-we-are.html' title='From a birds eye view I can see, we are spiralling down in gravity'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2197077935601161512</id><published>2011-08-01T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:36:16.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love?</title><content type='html'>Opening up your heart to someone isn’t always the easiest thing to do, but giving your heart to someone is about a million times harder. Love is an interesting thing, so many people have so many different definitions of love that it’s hard to tell when it’s really happened to you. It always sneaks up in its own way. It can hit you like an unexpected fast ball, or it can take nearly your whole life to creep up on you when you have lost all hope of ever falling in love. One thing to always remember, that I found out the hard way though, is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. You can love your best friend with an unconditional kind of love that will never fade...the kind of love that tells you he or she always has and always will be there for you. Then there is that special kind of love the kind that is not only emotion, but action. The kind you feel when that special someone has crept or pushed their way into your life. The kind of love that has hit me early in life. You can tell someone or someone can tell you that you don’t know what love is, you’re to young, you have no clue the depths or hurts involved with real true love. It’s all false. You can have that special kind of love at 13 up until the day you die, even then you might not know the exact meaning of what it is to love someone, but just because you can’t explain it, doesn’t mean you can’t feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2197077935601161512?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2197077935601161512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2197077935601161512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2197077935601161512'/><link 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/&gt;Forget the time you spent together &lt;br /&gt;Remember now he's gone forever, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget you cried the whole night through &lt;br /&gt;Forget him when they play your song &lt;br /&gt;Forget how close you two once were &lt;br /&gt;Remember now he's chosen her, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget you memorized his walk &lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he used to talk &lt;br /&gt;Forget the times he was mad &lt;br /&gt;Remember he's happy instead of sad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget his teasing, gentle ways &lt;br /&gt;Forget you saw him everyday &lt;br /&gt;Forget he made your dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;Remember now she loves him too, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the thrill when he walked by &lt;br /&gt;Forget him when he made you cry &lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he spoke your name &lt;br /&gt;Remember now he's not the same, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he said he loved you &lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he kissed and hugged you &lt;br /&gt;Forget all those nights when he held you tight &lt;br /&gt;Remember now he holds her tonight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget all those sunny days &lt;br /&gt;Forget all those poems he made &lt;br /&gt;Forget those times through good and bad &lt;br /&gt;Remember he said he'd never make you sad, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the games he played with you &lt;br /&gt;Forget the times he stayed with you &lt;br /&gt;Forget those cold, cold nights &lt;br /&gt;Remember now he keeps her warm tonight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the way he looked at you &lt;br /&gt;Forget you kissed the whole night through &lt;br /&gt;Forget all you dreams came true &lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER, that he doesn't love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-422366598451842178?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4114063339301136966</id><published>2011-07-28T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T11:43:58.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>Dreams, that's where I have to go&lt;br /&gt;To see your beautiful - face anymore&lt;br /&gt;I stare at a picture of you, and listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Hope, hope there's a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Where we both admit we had it good&lt;br /&gt;But until then it's alienation, I know&lt;br /&gt;That much is understood - and I realize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me how I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;I would say I'm doing just fine&lt;br /&gt;I would lie and say that you're not on my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two&lt;br /&gt;And finally I'm forced to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I say I'm - not over you (not over you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn,girl you do it well&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you were innocent&lt;br /&gt;Took this heart and put it through hell&lt;br /&gt;But still you're magnificent&lt;br /&gt;I'm a boomerang, doesn't matter how you throw me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and I'm back in the game&lt;br /&gt;Even better than the old me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not even close without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the chance to renew&lt;br /&gt;You know there isn't a thing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;I could get back on the right track&lt;br /&gt;But only if you'd be convinced&lt;br /&gt;So until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4114063339301136966?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7021715152804983832</id><published>2011-07-20T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:47:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>U think that I've said all those things just to backstab u....sry but you're wrong...I did this so that you could change...I did more n sacrifice more then u did to me....even u hurt me last time...I still there for u n now u just want to end just like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's also known to me that i also must make changes to myself which applies too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7021715152804983832?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8792789017001193313</id><published>2011-07-19T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T14:02:24.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to strangers</title><content type='html'>"I don't hate you, I never could. I don't regret meeting you, I never will. But I regret our relationship. It destroyed our friendship."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8792789017001193313?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8792789017001193313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-strangers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8792789017001193313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8792789017001193313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/07/back-to-strangers.html' title='back to strangers'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7903410187442898824</id><published>2011-07-10T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:50:50.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken glass</title><content type='html'>Shattering, falling, one by one, &lt;br /&gt;shining, gleaming, in the sun, &lt;br /&gt;breaking, shaking, just to cut free,&lt;br /&gt;that's what its like to be me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside world too great to be seen,&lt;br /&gt;the challenges in which I struggled in.&lt;br /&gt;Exposure to light that haunts,&lt;br /&gt;bad dreams in the night that claws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too scared to come near, to face the fears, &lt;br /&gt;the fear to be lost, to lose someone dear.&lt;br /&gt;Too scared of climbing, better just fall, &lt;br /&gt;no one lies to answer my call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To shine, to be hated for everyone to see, &lt;br /&gt;to open my eyes after counting to three.&lt;br /&gt;To gleam from inside, to never be close.&lt;br /&gt;to conquer the time that it froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking, shaking, &lt;br /&gt;just broken glass, &lt;br /&gt;memories haunt me non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't eat, i can't think, i'm so unstable&lt;br /&gt;i need to cry myself to sleep, i can't stop crying&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;i just want everything to be back how it use to be all happy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7903410187442898824?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2460224988733516086</id><published>2011-07-10T03:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T03:49:50.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realization.</title><content type='html'>it's really true you won't know what you got till you lose it, whether it was good or bad. it's always give's a blind eye. well for me, i came to that point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i was so blind to not notice that i was become worse day by day, giving pressure to people i love. right now i see all that, my ego, my mistakes, my flaws, it brings back memories when i was not like that, when i lost something i totally change to whom i am at this moment, where i give out crap and nonsense to the people i love or just met the way i carry myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to apologize on my act, where i didn't see all my flaws when you pointed it out, mostly my ego and boiling things out to people when it was suppose to be between us, being so demanding, pressuring you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realize all of that now, and i wanna change it, to become a better person for everybody around me, my mom, my brother, joel and jeremy, my family and my friends and to the person i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so childish, it's time for me to change a 360% of myself, i never said it to you before, i don't know how many people have but i'm am gonna prove it, i may fall short but i hope you can help me, i'm willing to be the real deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i can be a better person, and i will be, if by any chance you don't see it you are free to leave, give me time please. i have never asked you for a chance before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna keep us between us no bro's or friends. change my attitude totally, drop the ego. it's a totally big change for me, but i would like you to be there and see it instead of hearing it. i know typing and talking is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you can forgive me for all the things i've put you through, i will learn from all of theses mistakes and improve myself for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know that i really love you and you always make me happy no matter, we had more downs then up's. i really have never loved a girl so much in my entire life. and that i'm just gonna be better out of all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now onward i will carry myself differently and be a better person to everybody, that is in my life including you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2460224988733516086?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1854904054989207519</id><published>2011-06-20T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:01:45.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not afraid of heights, I'm afraid of falling. I'm not scared of the dark, I'm scared of what's in it. I'm not afraid to love</title><content type='html'>I'm a guy..... who can wrestle with you and let you win.... who i can talk to about anything... who laughs at your jokes.... who puts your cold hands in my warm hoodie pockets.... who lets you use my sweatshirt for a pillow.... who says i love you &amp; means it.... who will kiss you in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow.... whos calls unexpectedly.... who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one.... a guy who notices haircuts.... who realizes that you say things but dont always mean them.... who you can go swimming with on hot days.... who can tell you my problems and let you help.... who will listen to you talk... who will bring you seashells from the beach.... who will let you beat me up when you get angry.... who writes love letters to you, but doesnt send them.... who draws pictures and slips them gently into your locker slot.... who saves my genuine, big smiles for you.... with deeps eyes, that can see through faces into depths.... who wears baseball hats and lets your wear mine too. ... who gives you my t-shirt to change into and not expect to get it back.... who knows your favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume and the color of your toothbrush.... who will shake your dads hand and look your mom in the eye.... who will call you by your full name--first, middle and last.... who willl know when something is wrong when you're trying your best to put on an act... who will kiss you and tell you you're beautiful.... who will let you cry to me.... who will hold you &amp; kiss your cheek.... who suprises you and compliments and plays with your hair.... who will brag about you to all of my friends...who will not tell his friends about intimate stuff we did... not afraid to give you a great big hug right infront of my mom... who smells like i just stepped out of the shower.... who will cut his hair when i know it looks bad... who wears cologne that you can subtly smell when you're leaning on my shoulder.... who will not try to meet up with other girls if i know you'll get jealous...who tells you that you have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be yours to hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1854904054989207519?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1854904054989207519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-afraid-of-heights-im-afraid-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1854904054989207519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1854904054989207519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-not-afraid-of-heights-im-afraid-of.html' title='I&apos;m not afraid of heights, I&apos;m afraid of falling. I&apos;m not scared of the dark, I&apos;m scared of what&apos;s in it. I&apos;m not afraid to love'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5844276598239916534</id><published>2011-06-20T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:43:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there are only two times when i want to be with you.... Now, and forever.</title><content type='html'>The only guy that deserves you... is the one that thinks he doesn't. the one that'll stick by your side... no matter how much you mess up. and the one who will forgive you... mistake after mistake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5844276598239916534?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5844276598239916534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-only-two-times-when-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5844276598239916534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5844276598239916534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/there-are-only-two-times-when-i-want-to.html' title='there are only two times when i want to be with you.... 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And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-239864506845290803?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/239864506845290803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-always-real-reason-behind-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/239864506845290803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/239864506845290803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-always-real-reason-behind-every.html' title='There&apos;s always a real reason behind every &quot;just wondering&quot;'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-889150422908693877</id><published>2011-06-20T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:35:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life was so much easier when our worries were when recess was too short... desicions were solved by eni meani mini mo...</title><content type='html'>Letting go, even if it hurts, doesn't mean you have to let go of everything. You just have to let go of the person and your feelings for her/him but the memories will always be there whether it's good or bad. Because everytime you remember those memories, it will always put a smile into your heart. And be glad that once in your life this person made you happy and put colors into your life even if it's just for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-889150422908693877?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/889150422908693877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-was-so-much-easier-when-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/889150422908693877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/889150422908693877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;I CAN live without you, but I just don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;but Once i walk out of your life, the door locks behind me&lt;br /&gt;I WANT you, is that simple!&lt;br /&gt;i’ve been secretly falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;I do not smile as much as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;but If you were a crayon, you'd be my favorite color&lt;br /&gt;Trust me; i'm not like most guys&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the past&lt;br /&gt;Without you tomorrow wouldn't be worth the wait, and yesterday wouldn't be worth remembering.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing even matters&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your mouth speak what your heart doesn't feel.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very patient person &amp; I give plenty of second chances but, I'm not a saint, I have my limits&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you until the sun falls from the sky..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6993900939174201067?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5198118073708370774</id><published>2011-05-19T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T01:49:37.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream about you in reality</title><content type='html'>In Dreams, the perfect love &lt;br /&gt;has a smile, a voice, a touch &lt;br /&gt;that seem meant just for you. &lt;br /&gt;In Dreams, the perfect love &lt;br /&gt;is tender and giving, &lt;br /&gt;always knowing just what to say &lt;br /&gt;to make you feel wanted, &lt;br /&gt;just what to do &lt;br /&gt;to make you feel loved... &lt;br /&gt;In Dreams, the perfect love &lt;br /&gt;is that one person &lt;br /&gt;with whom you can let go &lt;br /&gt;and be yourself, &lt;br /&gt;the one who makes you feel &lt;br /&gt;completely alive &lt;br /&gt;just by being near... &lt;br /&gt;I'm luckier than most people &lt;br /&gt;because I don't have to dream anymore! &lt;br /&gt;I found you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5198118073708370774?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5198118073708370774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dream-about-you-in-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5198118073708370774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5198118073708370774'/><link 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heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret or wonder,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that compares to you, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;My love's overflowing,&lt;br /&gt;It'll always be true.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let anything come&lt;br /&gt;between me and you.&lt;br /&gt;My love's undeniable,&lt;br /&gt;It's simply for you.&lt;br /&gt;So thus I remind, that&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5602893179654849866?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5602893179654849866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-just-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ever&lt;br /&gt;I always hope that we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;believe that i love you&lt;br /&gt;love is what i will bring&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this will be a lifetime thing&lt;br /&gt;But of course not everything can last&lt;br /&gt;All of this will fade into the past&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that someday&lt;br /&gt;In my mind you'll drift away&lt;br /&gt;But just remember from the start&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;I"ll always keep my eye on everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Just because i do really love you!&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything &lt;br /&gt;You are my light&lt;br /&gt;That have the strength to guide me through&lt;br /&gt;lonely nights,&lt;br /&gt;You are the stars&lt;br /&gt;That help my love to come this far&lt;br /&gt;You are the shadow by my side&lt;br /&gt;That gives me happiness and pride&lt;br /&gt;You are the ocean sand&lt;br /&gt;tell me you'd always be there&lt;br /&gt;To lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;You are the moon&lt;br /&gt;That would tell me my fears would be&lt;br /&gt;over come soon&lt;br /&gt;You are the rain&lt;br /&gt;To be there and ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;You are to me my everything&lt;br /&gt;and the joy and happiness that you'd bring&lt;br /&gt;I love you - of course i do&lt;br /&gt;but what i am wondering is.....&lt;br /&gt;What am i to you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-480951849732795421?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/480951849732795421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/c-t-s-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/480951849732795421'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;and mine is as simple as 4 you, I have 3 words 2 say in this 1 sentence. I Love You. And there's 0 lies In it. &lt;3 Cheryl Teh Shu Ying :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7848024296143970670?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7848024296143970670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-that-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7848024296143970670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7848024296143970670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-that-simple.html' title='it&apos;s that simple'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3540463360688717570</id><published>2011-05-17T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:22:18.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Walked across an empty land</title><content type='html'>I need something to rely on&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're gonna let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin&lt;br /&gt;if you have a minute why don't we go&lt;br /&gt;Talk about it somewhere only we know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3540463360688717570?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3540463360688717570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-walked-across-empty-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3540463360688717570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3540463360688717570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-walked-across-empty-land.html' title='I Walked across an empty land'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7996681739945691926</id><published>2010-11-18T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:41:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its amazing how one day someone walks into your life and suddently you can't remember how you lived without them.</title><content type='html'>No matter what someone tells you, there is a person out there that is meant to wake up next to you every morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7996681739945691926?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2542424089580066989</id><published>2010-11-18T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:41:04.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst thing about a girl with a broken heart is that she starts to hand out the pieces to anyone who comes around..</title><content type='html'>The world's most beautiful sentence:- But, I Love You!!&lt;br /&gt;The world's most painful sentence:- I Love You, But!! &lt;br /&gt;one day you'll wake up and realize how much she loved you; but she'll wake up laying beside the one who already knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2542424089580066989?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2542424089580066989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-thing-about-girl-with-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2542424089580066989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2542424089580066989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/worst-thing-about-girl-with-broken.html' title='The worst thing about a girl with a broken heart is that she starts to hand out the pieces to anyone who comes around..'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-237236836870987616</id><published>2010-11-18T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:40:22.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best kind of kiss is the unexpected, unplanned one that comes naturally in the middle of a sentence.</title><content type='html'>Even strong girls get their heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;Weak girls get their hearts stolen&lt;br /&gt;And Smart girls don't leave their hearts out for the taking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-237236836870987616?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/237236836870987616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-kind-of-kiss-is-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/237236836870987616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/237236836870987616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-kind-of-kiss-is-unexpected.html' title='The best kind of kiss is the unexpected, unplanned one that comes naturally in the middle of a sentence.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2257001244627287432</id><published>2010-11-18T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:39:29.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no camera can capture the look in her eye and the feeling in her heart when she sees that boy</title><content type='html'>Love has no age limit. Its not like alcohol or something. You dont have to be 21 to love.. I mean.. when I was 3, I loved my teddy bear. The only difference now is my teddy bear is about 5'5 with black hair and hazel eyes. she can walk, talk and this teddy bear loves me back&lt;br /&gt;i believe the saddest thing in life, is caring so much for someone &amp; then one day you look into their eyes &amp; listen to them talk &amp; realize that they are gone all you see in front of you is a stranger with just a known name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2257001244627287432?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2257001244627287432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-camera-can-capture-look-in-her-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2257001244627287432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2257001244627287432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-camera-can-capture-look-in-her-eye.html' title='no camera can capture the look in her eye and the feeling in her heart when she sees that boy'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8058519259803852777</id><published>2010-11-18T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T19:36:46.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's awesome how you can fall in love with a person you didn't even notice at the first time you met them.</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder if there's someone in the world you were meant to meet and then by chance, or weird twist of fate, you don't and miss out on your destiny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just gotta do some stupid things in life to find out who are the ones who stay on and accept you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8058519259803852777?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8058519259803852777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-awesome-how-you-can-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8058519259803852777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8058519259803852777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-awesome-how-you-can-fall-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s awesome how you can fall in love with a person you didn&apos;t even notice at the first time you met them.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2176604920078041310</id><published>2010-11-17T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:28:26.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.</title><content type='html'>Love is not about finding the right person, it's about creating the right relationship... it's not about how much love you have in the beginning, but how much love you build till the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2176604920078041310?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2176604920078041310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-that-we-can-not-have-is-one-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2176604920078041310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2176604920078041310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-that-we-can-not-have-is-one-that.html' title='Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4430879859797687571</id><published>2010-11-17T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:27:41.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't choose who you love,you just suddenly feel it.. accepting who the person is and loving every little flaw, is what makes it harder to let go</title><content type='html'>You say my name my heart beats faster. You smile and it takes my breath away. You laugh and I sigh to the joy of the sound. I can't tell you why I love you I can't express it in words. I just know I love you and my heart beat utters every word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4430879859797687571?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4430879859797687571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-choose-who-you-loveyou-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4430879859797687571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4430879859797687571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-choose-who-you-loveyou-just.html' title='you don&apos;t choose who you love,you just suddenly feel it.. accepting who the person is and loving every little flaw, is what makes it harder to let go'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2318923524030502025</id><published>2010-11-17T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:26:22.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little jealousy in a relationship is a good thing, it shows that you value someone enough to be afraid to lose them.</title><content type='html'>If you keep pushing me away, I don't know why i ever come back. But realize this, one of these days, you'll push me too hard. Then I won't look back. I'll just keep walking. &lt;br /&gt;No one understands how much you meant to me, not even you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2318923524030502025?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2318923524030502025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-jealousy-in-relationship-is-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2318923524030502025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2318923524030502025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-jealousy-in-relationship-is-good.html' title='a little jealousy in a relationship is a good thing, it shows that you value someone enough to be afraid to lose them.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2703906078306664363</id><published>2010-11-17T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:23:57.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think missing me is hard? Try missing you.</title><content type='html'>The kisses you put on&lt;br /&gt;my forehead, when you&lt;br /&gt;think I'm fast asleep. Those&lt;br /&gt;are the ones that mean&lt;br /&gt;the most. Because you&lt;br /&gt;did them &amp; wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Not because you had to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2703906078306664363?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2703906078306664363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-think-missing-me-is-hard-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2703906078306664363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2703906078306664363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-think-missing-me-is-hard-try.html' title='You think missing me is hard? Try missing you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6959877971488959166</id><published>2010-11-17T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:22:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm an amazing liar if you think i just want to be friends</title><content type='html'>I look at you, looking at me and wonder why we stare at eachother.All I know is that I stare at you because when I look in your eyes I see my past,present,and future.I love the past that we have shared, I am enjoying the present,and I love what I see in my future...and that is us being together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6959877971488959166?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6959877971488959166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-amazing-liar-if-you-think-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6959877971488959166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6959877971488959166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-amazing-liar-if-you-think-i-just.html' title='i&apos;m an amazing liar if you think i just want to be friends'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8115287218096254379</id><published>2010-11-15T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:45:26.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"6 billion people and I just want you"</title><content type='html'>It's not like I want to be the only guy in your life...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be the only one that matters ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8115287218096254379?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8115287218096254379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-billion-people-and-i-just-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8115287218096254379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8115287218096254379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-billion-people-and-i-just-want-you.html' title='&quot;6 billion people and I just want you&quot;'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5839363588642233309</id><published>2010-11-15T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:44:51.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never wanted the stars--never shot for the moon. I like them right where they are; all I ever wanted was you...</title><content type='html'>Teardrops fall from those pretty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Kinda hard to move on when you only told lies.&lt;br /&gt;Shes breaking down,Everyones fading&lt;br /&gt;its been so long and shes tired of waiting... &lt;br /&gt;Some people fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;I had to crash into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5839363588642233309?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5839363588642233309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-wanted-stars-never-shot-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5839363588642233309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5839363588642233309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-never-wanted-stars-never-shot-for.html' title='I never wanted the stars--never shot for the moon. I like them right where they are; all I ever wanted was you...'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5691521970075350910</id><published>2010-11-15T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:44:07.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you still mean everything to her You're just not worth the fight anymore.</title><content type='html'>The kisses you put on&lt;br /&gt;my forehead, when you&lt;br /&gt;think I'm fast asleep. Those&lt;br /&gt;are the ones that mean&lt;br /&gt;the most. Because you&lt;br /&gt;did them &amp; wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;Not because you had to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5691521970075350910?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5691521970075350910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-you-still-mean-everything-to-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5691521970075350910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5691521970075350910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-you-still-mean-everything-to-her.html' title='And you still mean everything to her You&apos;re just not worth the fight anymore.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8996840100364328604</id><published>2010-11-15T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:43:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's spend some time together...how about forever?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we let affection,&lt;br /&gt;go unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we let our love&lt;br /&gt;go unexpressed,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we can't find words to tell&lt;br /&gt;our feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Especially towards those&lt;br /&gt;we love the best. &lt;br /&gt;We could have been good together, y'know? I don't remember ever having as much fun as I have when I'm talking to you. Whenever you walk into a room I can feel myself light up. I love the random conversations we have, conversations about things that anybody else would find stupid. I love the way you always smile when you see me, it's so genuine I could almost believe you care. I love the way my knees turn to jelly and my heart beats faster when I'm around you. I want to kiss you, hold you, laugh with you, cry with you, comfort you through your operation and I want you to kiss me, hold me, laugh with me, cry with me and be with me. I thought you felt the same way... but you're with her. I see you two together and it's a physical pain, hurting me deep inside my chest. I see you kiss her, hold her,laugh with her... sometimes I think you're only doing it to hurt me. Why her and not me? We could have been good together, y'know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8996840100364328604?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8996840100364328604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-spend-some-time-togetherhow-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8996840100364328604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8996840100364328604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/lets-spend-some-time-togetherhow-about.html' title='Let&apos;s spend some time together...how about forever?'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4223038703657195407</id><published>2010-11-15T11:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T11:43:10.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For some reason, I just can't figure out which one I'm in love with...you or the memories...</title><content type='html'>Love is when you want to tell the person you love them but can't, love is when you'll do anything to stay close to the other person, love is when even though you know the other person doesn't love you back you still love her... &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to make it easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be difficult at times.&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like I don’t want you, that I don’t like you, but I do.&lt;br /&gt;I will be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;They say when you really want something with all your heart you will fight for it. Fight for it till you get it.&lt;br /&gt;Good things don’t come without a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if there was ever a man worth my time, he would fight for me.&lt;br /&gt;Break through my walls and then beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Prove to me why your different from all those girls.&lt;br /&gt;Show me why I'm different from all those guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4223038703657195407?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4223038703657195407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-some-reason-i-just-cant-figure-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4223038703657195407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4223038703657195407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/for-some-reason-i-just-cant-figure-out.html' title='For some reason, I just can&apos;t figure out which one I&apos;m in love with...you or the memories...'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6735156830375286217</id><published>2010-11-14T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:35:17.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what’s the one wrong thing we all do when we fall in love? We expect.. And it just ruins everything.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it amazing how a person who was once just a stranger, suddenly meant the world to you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who seemed unbreakable - broke. the girl who seemed so strong -crumbled. the girl who always laughed it off - cried. the girl who would never stop trying - finally gave up &amp; quit. why? it was all because the boy who called her beautiful and made her feel worth it, eventually left her all alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6735156830375286217?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6735156830375286217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-whats-one-wrong-thing-we-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6735156830375286217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6735156830375286217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-whats-one-wrong-thing-we-all.html' title='You know what’s the one wrong thing we all do when we fall in love? We expect.. And it just ruins everything.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1637205457693671189</id><published>2010-11-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:33:35.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Protect her, fight for her, kiss her, love her, hold her, laugh with her. But don't make her fall, if you don't plan to catch her."</title><content type='html'>"You don't know what you have until it's gone" is wrong. You know exactly what you have when you have it, you just don't know how much you need it until you can't have it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;Its like were more than friends but still less than lovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1637205457693671189?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1637205457693671189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/protect-her-fight-for-her-kiss-her-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1637205457693671189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1637205457693671189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/protect-her-fight-for-her-kiss-her-love.html' title='&quot;Protect her, fight for her, kiss her, love her, hold her, laugh with her. But don&apos;t make her fall, if you don&apos;t plan to catch her.&quot;'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-224269907965017815</id><published>2010-11-14T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:32:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if you know that you are the reason behind my smiles..</title><content type='html'>if I ever write a story about my life, don’t be surprised when your name appears a million times... &lt;br /&gt;Relationships are precious, don't take them for granted. The worst feeling in life is, when someone you know becomes someone you knew. &lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the reason for the smile on your face and that one girl in your life that can not be replaced&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-224269907965017815?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/224269907965017815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wonder-if-you-know-that-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/224269907965017815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/224269907965017815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-wonder-if-you-know-that-you-are.html' title='I wonder if you know that you are the reason behind my smiles..'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8937802852076636083</id><published>2010-11-14T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:31:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.</title><content type='html'>Wanna know what I want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who can leave me, can live without me, and can be strong enough without me... But, chooses not to...&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/1208599074972372372-8937802852076636083?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8937802852076636083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sticks-and-stones-are-hard-on-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8937802852076636083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8937802852076636083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sticks-and-stones-are-hard-on-bones.html' title='sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2632699415803384658</id><published>2010-11-14T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:30:42.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you had a chance to take a risk and either lose someone, or make them closer to you, would you take that risk?</title><content type='html'>What is teenage love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's staying up late for each other and barely staying awake in class the next day. It's passing each other between classes and stopping to say Hey, but ending up running to the next class right before the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;It's going to the mall, walking around hand in hand, with a silence that's comfortable. It's watching a movie in the theaters with his arm slowly creeping on to your shoulders and you resting your head in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;It's walking around at night for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;It's uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you're both willing to take, even if it means you'll have a broken heart. It's not yet true love, not like, not lust, not infatuation. It's a teenage love, here to stay, here to play with our hearts and here to never go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2632699415803384658?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2632699415803384658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-had-chance-to-take-risk-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2632699415803384658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2632699415803384658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-had-chance-to-take-risk-and.html' title='If you had a chance to take a risk and either lose someone, or make them closer to you, would you take that risk?'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1705435055909571905</id><published>2010-11-14T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:11:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's just no other way to say it. I just need you here with me. I miss you. Plain and simple.</title><content type='html'>why do we close our eyes when we dream?&lt;br /&gt;when we cry?&lt;br /&gt;when we wish?&lt;br /&gt;when we kiss?&lt;br /&gt;it's because the most beautiful things in life can't be seen,..&amp; can only be felt by the heart..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1705435055909571905?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1705435055909571905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-just-no-other-way-to-say-it-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1705435055909571905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1705435055909571905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/theres-just-no-other-way-to-say-it-i.html' title='There&apos;s just no other way to say it. I just need you here with me. I miss you. Plain and simple.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5959857665634268941</id><published>2010-11-14T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:10:20.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three words. Eight letters. And I'm yours.</title><content type='html'>"Fight for it. Don't give up-no matter how hopeless it seems, even when you've lost hope, cause years from now you're gonna look back and wish you gave it one more shot cause the best things in life don't come easy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5959857665634268941?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5959857665634268941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-words-eight-letters-and-im-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5959857665634268941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5959857665634268941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/three-words-eight-letters-and-im-yours.html' title='Three words. Eight letters. And I&apos;m yours.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6392232143609727398</id><published>2010-11-14T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:09:57.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth: I¡¯d rather fight with you than kiss someone else.</title><content type='html'>Forget the risk,Take the fall&lt;br /&gt;If it's mean't to be,then it's worth it all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6392232143609727398?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6392232143609727398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth-id-rather-fight-with-you-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6392232143609727398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6392232143609727398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/truth-id-rather-fight-with-you-than.html' title='The truth: I¡¯d rather fight with you than kiss someone else.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8432488643255462333</id><published>2010-11-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T00:09:11.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when u least expect it, Love will tap you on the shoulder and ask u to move out of the way because it still isnt your turn.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you just need someone.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to make you smile when you're sad.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to tell you you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to look forward to seeing you every day.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to call you every night.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to say I love you and mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8432488643255462333?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8432488643255462333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-when-u-least-expect-it-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8432488643255462333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8432488643255462333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-when-u-least-expect-it-love.html' title='Sometimes when u least expect it, Love will tap you on the shoulder and ask u to move out of the way because it still isnt your turn.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1224248924417343119</id><published>2010-11-13T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:17:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>; Basic principles. No matter what, no matter when, no matter who, any man has a chance to&lt;br /&gt;sweep any woman off her feet. He just needs the right broom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1224248924417343119?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1224248924417343119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/basic-principles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1224248924417343119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1224248924417343119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/basic-principles.html' title=''/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4193884313424519699</id><published>2010-11-13T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:11:04.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might hug other girls, i might laugh with other girls, i might even hang out with other girls. but none of them will ever mean to me as much as u do</title><content type='html'>I know shes not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But she tries so hard for me&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God that she isnt&lt;br /&gt;Cause how boring would that be&lt;br /&gt;Its the little imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Its the sudden change of plans&lt;br /&gt;When she misreads the directions&lt;br /&gt;And were lost but holding hands&lt;br /&gt;Yea I live for little moments like that&lt;br /&gt;When shes laying on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;On the sofa in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And about the time she falls asleep&lt;br /&gt;So does my right arm&lt;br /&gt;And I want so bad to move it&lt;br /&gt;Because its tingling and its numb&lt;br /&gt;She looks so much like an angel&lt;br /&gt;That I dont want to wake her up&lt;br /&gt;Yea I live for little moments&lt;br /&gt;When she steals my heart again&lt;br /&gt;And doesnt even know it&lt;br /&gt;Yea I live for little moments like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4193884313424519699?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4193884313424519699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6805770171505272840</id><published>2010-11-13T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:08:46.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am here and you are there - one of us is in the wrong place!</title><content type='html'>Find someone that falls in love with your flaws, learns from your mistakes, helps you throughout your problems, supports you in your hardest moments and feels proud about your achievements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6805770171505272840?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6805770171505272840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-here-and-you-are-there-one-of-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6805770171505272840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6805770171505272840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-here-and-you-are-there-one-of-us.html' title='I am here and you are there - one of us is in the wrong place!'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2917528641310657740</id><published>2010-11-13T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:07:57.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From stranger, to friend, to crush, to boyfriend, to best friend, to love, to heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>And if you knew how much you meant to me...you'd know everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2917528641310657740?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2917528641310657740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7504559858479420543</id><published>2010-11-13T02:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:07:33.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is just a word, until someone gives it a meaning.</title><content type='html'>Million thoughts running in my mind, thousand emotions playing in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;so many things I still wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;I search around, but I still don't find you. :[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7504559858479420543?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7504559858479420543/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1700519039037357210</id><published>2010-11-13T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T02:06:59.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been talking about someone and all the sudden you catch yourself with a huge smile on your face I love that feeling</title><content type='html'>I don't want to make every girl in the world happy,i just want to make you the happiest one...&lt;br /&gt;ive been hurt and ive been broken, but i still shine that smile...and i know you hate it..cause you thought you'd break me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1700519039037357210?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7085974297894107814</id><published>2010-11-11T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:28:15.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you love someone, you just do. There are no maybes, no buts, and no whys.</title><content type='html'>"You wanna play the game? It’s like this: You play around. You have fun. You share your secrets. You tell stories. You cry on each others shoulders. You hold hands. You think about forever but, you do not fall in love. Because the first one who does, loses."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7085974297894107814?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7085974297894107814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-love-someone-you-just-do-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7085974297894107814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7085974297894107814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-love-someone-you-just-do-there.html' title='When you love someone, you just do. There are no maybes, no buts, and no whys.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4385163025212855269</id><published>2010-11-11T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:27:07.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave you my heart without letting you know, that's why you broke it without even noticing.</title><content type='html'>Love means that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. &lt;br /&gt;Facebook always asks me "whats on my mind", and all i ever want to say is " you. you. and you." i cant help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4385163025212855269?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4385163025212855269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-gave-you-my-heart-without-letting-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4385163025212855269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4385163025212855269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-gave-you-my-heart-without-letting-you.html' title='I gave you my heart without letting you know, that&apos;s why you broke it without even noticing.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4039868112268670688</id><published>2010-11-11T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:26:25.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wonder why i have trouble saying what i wanna say.... well it's kind of hard to talk to you when you're taking my breath away</title><content type='html'>You may still have the key to my heart but i'm changing the lock.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that I would never hurt you, but i'll try my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise that it'll be easy, or drama free...you learn things about each other from fighting.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise you THE world, but I can promise you MY world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, and neither are you. But two imperfections are better then one.&lt;br /&gt;I give you my heart, its a little beat up, but you have healing powers like no other. Through all the bad and the good, when my dreams come true, when my worst nightmares are set loose...your the one I want beside me, light saber and all I love you baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4039868112268670688?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4039868112268670688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-wonder-why-i-have-trouble-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4039868112268670688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4039868112268670688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-wonder-why-i-have-trouble-saying.html' title='you wonder why i have trouble saying what i wanna say.... well it&apos;s kind of hard to talk to you when you&apos;re taking my breath away'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5450350107176595605</id><published>2010-11-11T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:24:03.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She loves him more then he would ever know. He loves her more then he could ever show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;people ask me, "do you still love her"&lt;br /&gt;and every time my mind tells me a thousand answers but deep down i know there is only one.&lt;br /&gt;so i always reply to them&lt;br /&gt;"you can never stop loving someone, you only learn how to live without them in your life"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;i&gt;- when im the one who pushed you away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5450350107176595605?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5450350107176595605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-loves-him-more-then-he-would-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5450350107176595605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5450350107176595605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-loves-him-more-then-he-would-ever.html' title='She loves him more then he would ever know. He loves her more then he could ever show.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4017341395873507130</id><published>2010-11-11T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:23:22.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved you. It's not that I fell out of love because that is impossible. I just couldn't handle the heartache anymore. It's not that I don't love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;you're perfect; even though you swear you are not.&lt;br /&gt;your smile is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are soft.&lt;br /&gt;your heart is warm and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;your touch is undescribable.&lt;br /&gt;your laugh is true.&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like i am worth something.&lt;br /&gt;when the rest of the world basically gave up on me, you were always there.&lt;br /&gt;i love youu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4017341395873507130?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4017341395873507130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-loved-you-its-not-that-i-fell-out-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4017341395873507130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4017341395873507130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-loved-you-its-not-that-i-fell-out-of.html' title='I loved you. It&apos;s not that I fell out of love because that is impossible. I just couldn&apos;t handle the heartache anymore. It&apos;s not that I don&apos;t love you'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4000936308555983642</id><published>2010-11-10T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:48:16.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People will hate you, rate you, shake you and break you. How strong you stand is what makes you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I dont want any more senseless, useless hook ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a relationship, i want commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall asleep by your side, and wake up in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss your lips and only your lips from now until forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stare into my eyes, because their a mirror to my heart, so you can see that my heart only beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be your first, or your second or third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you for the rest of my life, and for you to love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, tell me that you feel the same, and we can runaway, into a world with just me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;mute the mean girls&lt;br /&gt;edit the guys&lt;br /&gt;fast foreward the drama&lt;br /&gt;rewind the good time&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;pause the love&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She talks about him like he put the stars in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4000936308555983642?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4000936308555983642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-will-hate-you-rate-you-shake-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4000936308555983642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4000936308555983642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-will-hate-you-rate-you-shake-you.html' title='People will hate you, rate you, shake you and break you. How strong you stand is what makes you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8784773881596135257</id><published>2010-11-10T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:47:07.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're kinda, sorta, basically, always on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;In a school of 1000 people-&lt;br /&gt;-you know 600&lt;br /&gt;-you like 250&lt;br /&gt;-your friends 100&lt;br /&gt;-your best friends 5&lt;br /&gt;-you have a chance to love one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8784773881596135257?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8784773881596135257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-kinda-sorta-basically-always-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8784773881596135257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8784773881596135257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-kinda-sorta-basically-always-on.html' title='you&apos;re kinda, sorta, basically, always on my mind'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7407205317226893155</id><published>2010-11-10T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:46:39.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only person I can be myself with, even if I don't know who the hell that is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;you've changed me; shaped me into this guy&lt;br /&gt;who is actually capable of loving someone&lt;br /&gt;when just months ago, he couldn't even love himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7407205317226893155?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7407205317226893155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-only-person-i-can-be-myself-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7407205317226893155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7407205317226893155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-only-person-i-can-be-myself-with.html' title='You&apos;re the only person I can be myself with, even if I don&apos;t know who the hell that is.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2342839818138544137</id><published>2010-11-10T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:45:53.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And did you ever think that maybe all she wanted was you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;she hates how she stays up half the night,&lt;br /&gt;analyzing his every word, trying to find out if he’s&lt;br /&gt;fallen for her as hard as she’s fallen for him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2342839818138544137?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2342839818138544137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-did-you-ever-think-that-maybe-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2342839818138544137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2342839818138544137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/and-did-you-ever-think-that-maybe-all.html' title='And did you ever think that maybe all she wanted was you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5467067486242673326</id><published>2010-11-10T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:45:17.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is when you can't stop looking at him, even if he'll never look back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Last night, when we were talking, I had this  overwhelming urge to just lean over and kiss you. That feeling almost  took my breath away. You actually asked me if there was something wrong.  I was so close to telling you everything I feel about you. I just  smiled a quick smile and told you that I was ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5467067486242673326?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5467067486242673326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-when-you-cant-stop-looking-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5467067486242673326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5467067486242673326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-when-you-cant-stop-looking-at.html' title='Love is when you can&apos;t stop looking at him, even if he&apos;ll never look back'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6585869236551224064</id><published>2010-11-09T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:12:58.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you really love someone, you can't just be their friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You don’t know how much I want you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I feel i'm getting over you&lt;br /&gt;You just seem to walk right back into my life&lt;br /&gt;And im stuck where I started&lt;br /&gt;Falling for a girl that I said I would never like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6585869236551224064?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6585869236551224064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-really-love-someone-you-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6585869236551224064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6585869236551224064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-really-love-someone-you-cant.html' title='when you really love someone, you can&apos;t just be their friend...'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4264403972288426603</id><published>2010-11-09T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:15:14.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night I dreampt of you and woke up to find I was holding my pillow. Maybe someday I'll be dreaming of my pillow instead,and really be holding you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;"I know it's scary and I know you had a tough time  with him but just tell me if you can show me your heart.  Because if you  do, I'll guard it with my life." &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You know I love you, you know I care,&lt;br /&gt;So why do I feel as if I'm not there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn’t give to hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn’t give for just one night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one day to tell you I care,&lt;br /&gt;Just one day to say ‘I’ll be there’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me, but it’s her hand you hold,&lt;br /&gt;It’s her that you kiss, and hug in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she’ll never love you the way that I do,&lt;br /&gt;She will never care – her intentions aren’t true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you so badly, it hurts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But it’s her name you call, so you’ll never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be me you want, and who you long to kiss,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re always with someone else, so it’s an impossible wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re always a friend, never something more,&lt;br /&gt;So why don’t I just give up hope? Spare me from this war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge, only you can save me,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I’m holding on for, but will you ever see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4264403972288426603?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4264403972288426603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-dreampt-of-you-and-woke-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4264403972288426603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4264403972288426603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-dreampt-of-you-and-woke-up.html' title='Last night I dreampt of you and woke up to find I was holding my pillow. Maybe someday I&apos;ll be dreaming of my pillow instead,and really be holding you'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8420785719639921617</id><published>2010-11-09T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:09:55.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes all it takes is that one person to show you that it's okay to let your guard down, be yourself, and to love with no regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Yeah I'm single but my heart is taken by someone I can't even call as my own..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;You never really hate someone when they make mistake,you just hate the fact that they dont deserve your trust..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It's the little things that make me smile:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8420785719639921617?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8420785719639921617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-all-it-takes-is-that-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8420785719639921617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8420785719639921617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-all-it-takes-is-that-one.html' title='Sometimes all it takes is that one person to show you that it&apos;s okay to let your guard down, be yourself, and to love with no regrets.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7474361829127035695</id><published>2010-11-09T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:08:13.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather walk alone, then chase you around. I'd rather fall by myself than let you drag me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Its funny how one night. one second. one decision could change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Without u tomorrow wouldn't be worth the wait, and yesterday wouldnt be worth remembering.....&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It's not that everything about you seems perfect. It's that everything about you seems RIGHT, at least for me. And that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Cinderella is proof that a new pair of shoes can change your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7474361829127035695?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7474361829127035695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/id-rather-walk-alone-then-chase-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7474361829127035695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7474361829127035695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/id-rather-walk-alone-then-chase-you.html' title='I&apos;d rather walk alone, then chase you around. I&apos;d rather fall by myself than let you drag me down'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6073272916374960151</id><published>2010-11-09T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:04:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those nights when you can't sleep, you just might be in someone else's dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Listen to me: If we are truly meant to be, then we will find our way back to each other. It's as simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6073272916374960151?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6073272916374960151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/those-nights-when-you-cant-sleep-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6073272916374960151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6073272916374960151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/those-nights-when-you-cant-sleep-you.html' title='Those nights when you can&apos;t sleep, you just might be in someone else&apos;s dreams.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1599376635387621245</id><published>2010-11-08T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:23:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best kind of kiss is when you have to stop it because you can't help but smile. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Have you ever wanted to talk, but never really dared?&lt;br /&gt;Or missed that opportunity to tell them that you cared?&lt;br /&gt;Pretended that it doesn't hurt and said: that it's ok?&lt;br /&gt;And spent each day wishing it'd all just go away?&lt;br /&gt;Acted how you're "SUPOSSED TO" so no one knew you cried?&lt;br /&gt;And never let them see how you really felt inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1599376635387621245?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1599376635387621245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-kind-of-kiss-is-when-you-have-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1599376635387621245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1599376635387621245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-kind-of-kiss-is-when-you-have-to.html' title='the best kind of kiss is when you have to stop it because you can&apos;t help but smile. :)'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-845355734327504438</id><published>2010-11-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:21:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never regret. If its good- its a memory. If its bad- its an experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt; I guess I have to ask you an apology.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I gave you everything and thought you’ll appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for showing you my love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;I thought we can make it, go through everything together, survive every obstacle... Sorry for being wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making you a better person.&lt;br /&gt;Those nights when you cried in front of me... I’m sorry for making you feel calmer and safer.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for making your life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the support I was giving you, every day.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for being the person you fell in love once, sorry for being good enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I was always strong for us, for letting nothing get in the way of our love.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for always putting you first, no matter what, sorry for making my life depending on you.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I trusted you and never had doubts about anything.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for remembering only the good things about you, sorry for giving you a million second chances.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry you wanted to share everything with me. I’m sorry I always listened.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for not acting ‘hard to get’ and for being your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I never played games with you, sorry I never ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being honest with you, as well for my patience.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for never leaving your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-845355734327504438?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/845355734327504438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-regret-if-its-good-its-memory-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/845355734327504438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/845355734327504438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-regret-if-its-good-its-memory-if.html' title='Never regret. If its good- its a memory. If its bad- its an experience.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8071461475610137126</id><published>2010-11-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:20:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit A Favorite of 56 Users  I hate that time before you go to sleep at night because that's when all the thoughts you've been trying to avoid start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;So what if I met someone new? What is it to you? Why  are you upset that I've found the person who calls back when they miss  my calls, who can't stand lying to me, who stayed up to make sure I had  no more tears running down my cheeks? Why would you care? Is this even  about me at all, or is it once again about your pride? Are you afraid  that a girl doesn't need you, that for once, in your entire life, that a  girl has moved on, and left you in agony?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8071461475610137126?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8071461475610137126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/edit-favorite-of-56-users-i-hate-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8071461475610137126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8071461475610137126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/edit-favorite-of-56-users-i-hate-that.html' title='Edit A Favorite of 56 Users  I hate that time before you go to sleep at night because that&apos;s when all the thoughts you&apos;ve been trying to avoid start'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8301666589455428854</id><published>2010-11-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:19:11.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You caught me looking at you, to see if you were looking at me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;I had the letters “HRT”, I can add “EA” to get a  “HEART” or a “U” and get “HURT”. But I’d rather choose “U” and get  “HURT” than have a “HEART” without “U”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8301666589455428854?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8301666589455428854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-caught-me-looking-at-you-to-see-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8301666589455428854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8301666589455428854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-caught-me-looking-at-you-to-see-if.html' title='You caught me looking at you, to see if you were looking at me.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8891818585373251359</id><published>2010-11-08T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T01:18:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to cry but cant. Seems the tears just wont come. Even the tears have realised youre not worth it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Love is just a word until you find someone to give it a definiton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8891818585373251359?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8891818585373251359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-cry-but-cant-seems-tears-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8891818585373251359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8891818585373251359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-want-to-cry-but-cant-seems-tears-just.html' title='I want to cry but cant. Seems the tears just wont come. Even the tears have realised youre not worth it.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1963530510071251614</id><published>2010-11-06T23:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:55:25.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INFATUATION - When you find somebody who is absolutely PERFECT...  LOVE - When you realize that they aren't and it DOESN'T MATTER. ..</title><content type='html'>INSTALLING LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Can you install LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I can do that. I'm not very technical, but I think I am ready to install now. What do I do first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: The first step is to open your HEART. Have you located your HEART ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I have, but there are several programs running right now.Is it okay to install while they are running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: What programs are running ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Let me see....I have PASTHURT.EXE, LOWESTEEM.EXE, GRUDGE.EXE, and RESENTMENT.COM running right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: No problem. LOVE will automatically erase PASTHURT.EXE from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory, but it will no longer disrupt other programs. LOVE will eventually overwrite LOWESTEEM.EXE with a module of its own called HIGHESTEEM.EXE. However, you have to completely turn off GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM. Those programs prevent LOVE from being properly installed. Can you turn those off ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: My pleasure. Go to your Start menu and invoke FORGIVENESS.EXE. Do this as many times as necessary until GRUDGE.EXE and RESENTMENT.COM have been completely erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Okay, I'm done. LOVE has started installing itself automatically. Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Yes it is. You should receive a message that says it will reinstall for the life of your HEART. Do you see that message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes I do. Is it completely installed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other HEARTS in order to get the upgrades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Oops...I have an error message already. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: What does the message say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It says "ERROR 412 - PROGRAM NOT RUN ON INTERNAL COMPONENTS". What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Don't worry ma'am, that's a common problem. It means that the LOVE program is set up to run on external HEARTS but has not yet been run on your HEART. It is one of those complicated programming things, but in non-technical terms it means you have to "LOVE" your own machine before It can "LOVE"others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: So what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Can you find the directory called "SELF-ACCEPTANCE"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Excellent, you are getting good at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: You're welcome. Click on the following files and then copy them to the "MYHEART" directory: FORGIVESELF.DOC, SELFESTEEM.TXT, EALIZEWORTH.TXT, and GOODNESS.DOC. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching any faulty programming. Also, you need to delete SELFCRITIC.EXE from all directories, and then empty your recycle bin afterwards to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Got it. Hey! My HEART is filling up with really neat files. SMILE.MPG is playing on my monitor right now and it shows that WARMTH.COM, PEACE.EXE, and CONTENTMENT.COM are copying themselves all over my HEART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: Then LOVE is installed and running. You should be able to handle it from here. One more thing before I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer Service Rep: LOVE is freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everybody you meet. They will in turn share it with other people and they will return some really neat modules back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I will. Thank you for your help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1963530510071251614?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1963530510071251614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/infatuation-when-you-find-somebody-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1963530510071251614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1963530510071251614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/infatuation-when-you-find-somebody-who.html' title='INFATUATION - When you find somebody who is absolutely PERFECT...  LOVE - When you realize that they aren&apos;t and it DOESN&apos;T MATTER. ..'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3802144542591865977</id><published>2010-11-06T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:55:32.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in love when your heart is making more sense than your brain is.</title><content type='html'>Listen pretty, love is a choice. I don't believe in soul mates. Do you want to kiss him? Kiss him. Do you want to experience what it is to be with him? Go for it, but you don't know if it's the right choice? Well life is a gamble and we have to make those decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, what if we could be together for the rest of our life; work together and make each other happy? I think we could, I'm willing to forgo the world and everything in it, to make you and me, us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you love me when I'm gone? Can you focus on me; will your dreams of me be enough? Will you hold me while I'm here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your eyes wonder and your heart follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to make the choice. My mind is made up, I'll catch you if you should ever fall. I'm waiting for you, but I'm not going wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave; if it will mean you're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3802144542591865977?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3802144542591865977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-youre-in-love-when-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3802144542591865977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3802144542591865977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-youre-in-love-when-your-heart.html' title='You know you&apos;re in love when your heart is making more sense than your brain is.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6408685029726052791</id><published>2010-11-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:29:43.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can shut your eyes to things you dont want to see but you cant shut your heart to things you dont want to feel.</title><content type='html'>The sky is dark,&lt;br /&gt;The moon is bright.&lt;br /&gt;I look at the stars,&lt;br /&gt;All in sight.&lt;br /&gt;I take your hand,&lt;br /&gt;Hold it tight.&lt;br /&gt;I want you forever,&lt;br /&gt;Not to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so,&lt;br /&gt;You know this is true.&lt;br /&gt;My love lasts forever,&lt;br /&gt;This is not new.&lt;br /&gt;Stay here with me,&lt;br /&gt;With me now.&lt;br /&gt;Love me forever,&lt;br /&gt;And never ask how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;you melt my heart with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;you warm my soul with your voice,&lt;br /&gt;you break my insecurities with your touch,&lt;br /&gt;you make my head spin with your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;you make my dreams come true with your love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6408685029726052791?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6408685029726052791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-shut-your-eyes-to-things-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6408685029726052791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6408685029726052791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-shut-your-eyes-to-things-you.html' title='You can shut your eyes to things you dont want to see but you cant shut your heart to things you dont want to feel.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4527742687715422937</id><published>2010-11-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:28:48.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't hate you, I'm just disappointed you turned into everything you said you'd never be</title><content type='html'>If I could freeze time, I’d freeze that moment when we’re together. There was so much I wanted to share, I wanted to say but one thing I wasn’t able to tell you…how much I wanted you to STAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4527742687715422937?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4527742687715422937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-hate-you-im-just-disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4527742687715422937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4527742687715422937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-hate-you-im-just-disappointed.html' title='I don&apos;t hate you, I&apos;m just disappointed you turned into everything you said you&apos;d never be'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3925397385830013746</id><published>2010-11-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:27:41.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When a girl thinks of her future with her Bf,its normal but ..when a boy thinks of his future with his Gf,he's serious..</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna say baby i love you so much we're gonna be together forever because honestly i don't know. I know I love you but we are young and we have a long way to go. We have a lot of growing up left and we are facing the hardest years of our life right now. Hopefully we will make it but if we dont then lets just be happy that we had each other when we did. We were happy together and enjoyed the time we spent by each others sides and in the end thats all thats gonna matter. I love you and probably always will but lets just focus on right now because we have no idea where we will be 10 years from now. Right now all that matters is us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3925397385830013746?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3925397385830013746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-girl-thinks-of-her-future-with-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3925397385830013746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3925397385830013746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-girl-thinks-of-her-future-with-her.html' title='When a girl thinks of her future with her Bf,its normal but ..when a boy thinks of his future with his Gf,he&apos;s serious..'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8902989040731903897</id><published>2010-11-06T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:51:24.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside: everything is great, I smile, I'm better without you. Inside: tired of having to pretend my whole world isn't falling apart.</title><content type='html'>No one falls in love by choice, it is by chance...and no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8902989040731903897?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8902989040731903897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/outside-everything-is-great-i-smile-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8902989040731903897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8902989040731903897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/outside-everything-is-great-i-smile-im.html' title='Outside: everything is great, I smile, I&apos;m better without you. Inside: tired of having to pretend my whole world isn&apos;t falling apart.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-225591247903395607</id><published>2010-11-06T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:50:19.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's always gonna be you. no matter how much i try to change that, you're always gonna be that one person that i'll never let go of, the one that i'll</title><content type='html'>If I'm quiet, somethings on my mind..&lt;br /&gt;If I look at you and smile, I'm thinking only about you.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not myself, take my hand and ask me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm angry, look me in the eyes and tell me everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;If I start to cry, just hold me.&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm afraid, put your arms around me and make me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;If I get shy, I really want to kiss you...or I'm waiting for you to kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;Make me laugh when I really don't feel like laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Be there for me when all I want to do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;When I talk to you, listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is braking, hold me,and promise that you'll never leave me, and that you'll be there with me through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're the one braking my heart, just know that I'm hurting more than you'll ever know, and I'll never truly stop loving you.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the day, know that all of my emotions, all my craziness, and everything that I do, I do for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I may do certain things or act a certain way because I want you..to want me.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I may be hard to love at times, and then sometimes I may be really easy to love, but throughout everything that makes me who I am...I am nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are...whoever you are... this is for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-225591247903395607?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/225591247903395607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-always-gonna-be-you-no-matter-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/225591247903395607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/225591247903395607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-always-gonna-be-you-no-matter-how.html' title='it&apos;s always gonna be you. no matter how much i try to change that, you&apos;re always gonna be that one person that i&apos;ll never let go of, the one that i&apos;ll'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-447107366019889318</id><published>2010-11-06T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:49:20.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you're scared, scared that I just might love you, and even more scared that you just might love me back!</title><content type='html'>"No matter how sick she is or how bad she's looking at the moment, you still see her as the most beautiful person in the world. And if youre really in love, you dont care about all the other girls that are standing in line for you. You dont want another night with any person. You just want her."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-447107366019889318?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/447107366019889318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-youre-scared-scared-that-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/447107366019889318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/447107366019889318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-youre-scared-scared-that-i-just.html' title='I think you&apos;re scared, scared that I just might love you, and even more scared that you just might love me back!'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6889682662896328893</id><published>2010-11-06T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:47:24.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when I say "I'm ok" I just want some one to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, "I know you're not."</title><content type='html'>love you.&lt;br /&gt;and i never wanna lose you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And That I will always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;when and if you need me ...&lt;br /&gt;If I died tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;you would be in my heart forever.&lt;br /&gt;So, I just wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt;even if I never talk to you again in my life,&lt;br /&gt;you are special to me and&lt;br /&gt;you have made a difference in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I look up to you,&lt;br /&gt;respect you, and&lt;br /&gt;truly cherish you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6889682662896328893?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6889682662896328893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-when-i-say-im-ok-i-just-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6889682662896328893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6889682662896328893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-when-i-say-im-ok-i-just-want.html' title='Sometimes when I say &quot;I&apos;m ok&quot; I just want some one to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, &quot;I know you&apos;re not.&quot;'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4060325139162304669</id><published>2010-11-05T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:47:59.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the distance</title><content type='html'>tonight is so special i know it's Deepavali The festival of lights! it's so freaking awesome why, cause tonight went i when out of the house, i so so many stars out there.. i just wish i can spend this moment with someone special no matter how far she stays i would just drive there, and spend this special moment with her :) cause that's would be one of the greatest moments spend together  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4060325139162304669?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4060325139162304669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/distance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4060325139162304669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4060325139162304669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/distance.html' title='the distance'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7079042451952278397</id><published>2010-11-05T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:29:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is... my best friend, my enemy and the one who stole my sanity</title><content type='html'>dont give up if u still wanna try&lt;br /&gt;dont wipe ur eyes if ur still gunna cry&lt;br /&gt;dont stop askng questions if u still wanna know&lt;br /&gt;dont say u dont luv them if u cant let em go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many guys&lt;br /&gt;names get written in her heart&lt;br /&gt;one day or another they get erased&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly he’ll come along,&lt;br /&gt;And this time it’ll be special,&lt;br /&gt;This boy, he’ll be carved into her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7079042451952278397?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7079042451952278397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-my-best-friend-my-enemy-and-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7079042451952278397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7079042451952278397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-is-my-best-friend-my-enemy-and-one.html' title='Love is... my best friend, my enemy and the one who stole my sanity'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7593602314557681975</id><published>2010-11-05T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:27:38.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People who hate you,are just the confused admirers... B'coz they can't figue out the reason why everyone loves you.....</title><content type='html'>♥ I Love You enough to fight for you, to compromise for you, &amp; to sacrifice myself for you if need be. Enough to miss you incredibly when we're apart, no matter what length of time it's for &amp; regardless of the distance. Enough to believe in our relationship, to stand by it through the worst of times, to have faith in our strength as a couple, &amp; to never give up on us. Enough to spend the rest of my life with you, be there for you when you need or want me, &amp; never, ever want to leave or live without you. I Love You this much! ♥  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7593602314557681975?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7593602314557681975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-who-hate-youare-just-confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7593602314557681975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7593602314557681975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/people-who-hate-youare-just-confused.html' title='People who hate you,are just the confused admirers... B&apos;coz they can&apos;t figue out the reason why everyone loves you.....'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-8746003158976635065</id><published>2010-11-04T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:57:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>open up to start again</title><content type='html'>im thinking now’s? the time,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to go, if I gave you my heart, be gentle,&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of laying low, lets give the world a show&lt;br /&gt;And when you know, you know,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I need time&lt;br /&gt;Call up the locksmith,&lt;br /&gt;Tell him we need him quick&lt;br /&gt;We’ve got a million keys,?&lt;br /&gt;None of them seem to fit&lt;br /&gt;While your on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Call up the clocksmith,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I could use some time,&lt;br /&gt;Even the slightest bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-8746003158976635065?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/8746003158976635065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/open-up-to-start-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8746003158976635065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/8746003158976635065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/open-up-to-start-again.html' title='open up to start again'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6422745639780300303</id><published>2010-11-04T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:18:30.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need you to understand</title><content type='html'>I know its not your fault, but I’m? a locked door&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I’m a mess by someone before&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I, I could find a key&lt;br /&gt;To unlock all the things that you want us to be&lt;br /&gt;Let me open up and start again,&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a safe around my heart&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to let you in,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what keeps us apart&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I need time.&lt;br /&gt;I said I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6422745639780300303?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6422745639780300303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-you-to-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6422745639780300303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6422745639780300303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/need-you-to-understand.html' title='need you to understand'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5273555945152271189</id><published>2010-11-04T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:18:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She watches him walk away with a solitary tear running down her cheek. not because of what was said, but because of what wasnt.</title><content type='html'>maybe i could have loved you better..&lt;br /&gt;maybe you should've loved me more&lt;br /&gt;maybe our hearts were just next in line&lt;br /&gt;maybe everything breaks sometime&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know what could've been.&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday you'll regret it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday you'll think it was&lt;br /&gt;the best decision you ever made.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe someday you'll see me smiling&lt;br /&gt;&amp; happy along someone who is also smiling&lt;br /&gt;&amp; happy because she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;because someday,,&lt;br /&gt;someone is going to thank you&lt;br /&gt;for letting me go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5273555945152271189?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5273555945152271189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-watches-him-walk-away-with-solitary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5273555945152271189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5273555945152271189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/she-watches-him-walk-away-with-solitary.html' title='She watches him walk away with a solitary tear running down her cheek. not because of what was said, but because of what wasnt.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-103625888354881728</id><published>2010-11-04T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:17:21.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl just need one guy who would be a man enough to prove to her that NOT all men are the same.</title><content type='html'>Tears stream down my face, as I look at you, I see the pain in your eyes. It hurts to say goodbye. I hug you one last time, and I feel you hold me just a little bit tighter, for a little bit longer. And as you walk away, a part of me dies, because I know its never gonna be the same. I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to you when you weren't going anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-103625888354881728?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/103625888354881728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-just-need-one-guy-who-would-be-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/103625888354881728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/103625888354881728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/girl-just-need-one-guy-who-would-be-man.html' title='a girl just need one guy who would be a man enough to prove to her that NOT all men are the same.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6146061147690902700</id><published>2010-11-04T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:15:54.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m not going to stress over you anymore. It isn’t worth it. I tried to work something out but you just ignored it. I’m not trying to say I don’t want</title><content type='html'>The truth is... i could never give up on you. no matter how many times I lie and say I've let you go, and no longer care.... I still hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can make you smile or cry.&lt;br /&gt;But it takes someone special to make you smile with tears in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and my mind are fighting as to whether I should still like you. And I'm in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once in a very long time I'm actually happy being single, not liking anyone, and just being by myself; because I don't have to worry about anyone, no liars, no cheaters, no nothing! Just me, myself, and I!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6146061147690902700?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6146061147690902700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-going-to-stress-over-you-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6146061147690902700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6146061147690902700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-not-going-to-stress-over-you-anymore.html' title='I’m not going to stress over you anymore. It isn’t worth it. I tried to work something out but you just ignored it. I’m not trying to say I don’t want'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3874225680636299173</id><published>2010-11-04T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:14:28.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of you is easy - I do it every day. Missing you is the heartache, that never goes away.</title><content type='html'>She's my best friend and i can tell how much she loves you, when someone mentions your name, her eyes light up like diamonds, when you walked away from her, she slowly died. When you came back begging for forgivness, she gave it without a second thought. Whenever she sees you, she falls in love again. When you broke up with her, she was like a shell, there but completely empty. I'm her best friend, you're her worst drug...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3874225680636299173?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3874225680636299173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/thinking-of-you-is-easy-i-do-it-every.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3874225680636299173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3874225680636299173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/thinking-of-you-is-easy-i-do-it-every.html' title='Thinking of you is easy - I do it every day. Missing you is the heartache, that never goes away.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-394838212265310444</id><published>2010-11-04T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:12:16.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you &amp;&amp; then I love you. . .It's like I want to throw you off a cliff then rush to the bottom to catch you.</title><content type='html'>"In the cruel world of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that:&lt;br /&gt;promises are not CONTRACTS..&lt;br /&gt;kisses are not ASSURANCE..&lt;br /&gt;sweet words are not GUARANTEES..&lt;br /&gt;big hugs are not BONDS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that nothing is permanent in this life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day she's mine..&lt;br /&gt;the next day she's gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night she was sweet..&lt;br /&gt;the next morning she's insensitive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loving someone is not always about fairytales &amp; fantasies..&lt;br /&gt;it's about truth and realities."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-394838212265310444?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/394838212265310444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-you-then-i-love-you-its-like-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/394838212265310444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/394838212265310444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-you-then-i-love-you-its-like-i.html' title='I hate you &amp;&amp; then I love you. . .It&apos;s like I want to throw you off a cliff then rush to the bottom to catch you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7691460506815622659</id><published>2010-11-04T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:11:13.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Physically I have become weak Mentally I have given up But emotionally still holding on to what's incomplete.</title><content type='html'>So here's a piece of advice;&lt;br /&gt;Let go when you're hurting too much.&lt;br /&gt;Give up when love isn't enough,&lt;br /&gt;and move on when things aren't like before.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause for sure, there is someone out there,&lt;br /&gt;who will love you even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7691460506815622659?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7691460506815622659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/physically-i-have-become-weak-mentally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7691460506815622659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7691460506815622659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/physically-i-have-become-weak-mentally.html' title='Physically I have become weak Mentally I have given up But emotionally still holding on to what&apos;s incomplete.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4024895978737370781</id><published>2010-11-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:10:47.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not your mistake falling for someone who didnt fall for you. Its their mistake they didnt catch you</title><content type='html'>And she says she doesn’t care anymore but, the look in her eyes, and the sound of her voice, tells a different story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not the break-up that hurts most..it's the post trauma that follows it.it's waking up and checking up your cellphone for the message that isn't there..it's like starting your life over again and you have no idea where to begin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4024895978737370781?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4024895978737370781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-your-mistake-falling-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4024895978737370781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4024895978737370781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-not-your-mistake-falling-for.html' title='its not your mistake falling for someone who didnt fall for you. Its their mistake they didnt catch you'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2518865963611508359</id><published>2010-11-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:08:54.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could see my heart The way I feel inside You would know just how far I'm willing to go to get to you There is nothing I won't do.</title><content type='html'>I will never stop loving you, even if you never start to love me. I will never stop being your friend, even if just being friends kills me...at least it's something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your the *coca* to my *cola*&lt;br /&gt;your the *race* to my *car*&lt;br /&gt;your the *macaroni* to my *cheese*&lt;br /&gt;your the *Wal* to my *Mart*&lt;br /&gt;but most of all....&lt;br /&gt;your the *keys* to my *heart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2518865963611508359?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2518865963611508359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-could-see-my-heart-way-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2518865963611508359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2518865963611508359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-could-see-my-heart-way-i-feel.html' title='If you could see my heart The way I feel inside You would know just how far I&apos;m willing to go to get to you There is nothing I won&apos;t do.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-1602721601334734263</id><published>2010-11-04T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:07:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Life are much alike. Once your heart stops beating, it’s over.</title><content type='html'>I often catch myself wondering how you are,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone with my mind set so far,&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about your smile, voice and touch,&lt;br /&gt;Damn this life, I'm missing you too much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that you like someone when you can describe absolutely everything you like then.&lt;br /&gt;You know you are in love when someone asks you why you love that person and words just seem to fail you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-1602721601334734263?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/1602721601334734263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-and-life-are-much-alike-once-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1602721601334734263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/1602721601334734263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-and-life-are-much-alike-once-your.html' title='Love and Life are much alike. Once your heart stops beating, it’s over.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-4020247499029677090</id><published>2010-11-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:56:08.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hate them for leaving you. Hate them for not realizing how much they mean the world to you.</title><content type='html'>The only thing standing between me and happiness is reality..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance may lie between us&lt;br /&gt;and rip us far apart,&lt;br /&gt;but the miles that separate us&lt;br /&gt;are nothing compared to how close we are in heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-4020247499029677090?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/4020247499029677090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-hate-them-for-leaving-you-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4020247499029677090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/4020247499029677090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-hate-them-for-leaving-you-hate.html' title='Don&apos;t hate them for leaving you. Hate them for not realizing how much they mean the world to you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-6422160661861465501</id><published>2010-11-02T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:54:46.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're worth the battle.... but i cant keep fighting all day..</title><content type='html'>"If God knows we're meant to be together,&lt;br /&gt;He'll find a way to bring us closer no matter how far apart we are." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask the sun to keep shining, it can't; the clouds exist. Don't ask the leaves to stop falling, They can't help it; the wind exists. Don't ask me to stop loving you, how can I; you exist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-6422160661861465501?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/6422160661861465501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-worth-battle-but-i-cant-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6422160661861465501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/6422160661861465501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-worth-battle-but-i-cant-keep.html' title='you&apos;re worth the battle.... but i cant keep fighting all day..'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-2566336157109225940</id><published>2010-11-01T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:28:01.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were never supposed to mean this much to me...</title><content type='html'>you know, sometimes I just sit in my room &amp; think about&lt;br /&gt;what it would be like if i had never met you. Or if I had&lt;br /&gt;spent my time with anyone else. &amp; I came to think that&lt;br /&gt;it just wouldn't have meant as much to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to love someone who's in love with someone else, you have to ignore the pain and swallow your pride. Just to be a friend... but that's all worth it because sometimes friendship last longer than love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-2566336157109225940?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/2566336157109225940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-were-never-supposed-to-mean-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2566336157109225940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/2566336157109225940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-were-never-supposed-to-mean-this.html' title='you were never supposed to mean this much to me...'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3504212420971632564</id><published>2010-11-01T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:20:33.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tear after tear, mile after mile, I wish you were here, so I could see your smile.</title><content type='html'>"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3504212420971632564?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3504212420971632564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/tear-after-tear-mile-after-mile-i-wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3504212420971632564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3504212420971632564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/tear-after-tear-mile-after-mile-i-wish.html' title='Tear after tear, mile after mile, I wish you were here, so I could see your smile.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-3831896890544684532</id><published>2010-11-01T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:13:12.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you fall, I'll help you up...If I can't then I'll lie there with you.</title><content type='html'>The more I see you&lt;br /&gt;The more I want you&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Just grows and grows&lt;br /&gt;With every sigh&lt;br /&gt;I become more mad about you&lt;br /&gt;More lost without you&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The more I see you&lt;br /&gt;As years go by&lt;br /&gt;I know the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;Can only be you&lt;br /&gt;My arms won't free you&lt;br /&gt;And my heart won't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Is like the first time&lt;br /&gt;Each time you're near me&lt;br /&gt;The thrill is new&lt;br /&gt;And there is nothing I wouldn't do for&lt;br /&gt;The rare delight of the sight of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every sigh&lt;br /&gt;I become more mad about you&lt;br /&gt;More lost without you&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine&lt;br /&gt;How much I love you&lt;br /&gt;The more I see you as years go by&lt;br /&gt;I know the only one for can only be you&lt;br /&gt;My arms won't free you&lt;br /&gt;And my heart won't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Is like the first time&lt;br /&gt;Each time you're near me&lt;br /&gt;The thrill is new&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-3831896890544684532?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/3831896890544684532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-fall-ill-help-you-upif-i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3831896890544684532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/3831896890544684532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-you-fall-ill-help-you-upif-i-cant.html' title='When you fall, I&apos;ll help you up...If I can&apos;t then I&apos;ll lie there with you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-72077467871797994</id><published>2010-11-01T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:11:38.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Promises and hearts....two things that are easily broken."</title><content type='html'>It's the fact that I could have a 'Someone' right now if I wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;but it wouldn't matter. I still wouldn't be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Because, even if I did have a 'Someone' right now,&lt;br /&gt;that 'Someone' wouldn't be you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-72077467871797994?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/72077467871797994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/promises-and-heartstwo-things-that-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/72077467871797994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/72077467871797994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/promises-and-heartstwo-things-that-are.html' title='&quot;Promises and hearts....two things that are easily broken.&quot;'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7625785539951314817</id><published>2010-11-01T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:10:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of 6,697,254,041 people in the world, I met you. Do you think it was just a coincidence? I don't think so. :)</title><content type='html'>And ever since I met you, no one else is worth thinking about . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are meant to happen, it will happen..just be happy and expect less so that in the end, u'll be able to stand again..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'every time i hear your voice, smiling becomes an involuntary reflex'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7625785539951314817?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7625785539951314817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-6697254041-people-in-world-i-met-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7625785539951314817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7625785539951314817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/of-6697254041-people-in-world-i-met-you.html' title='Of 6,697,254,041 people in the world, I met you. Do you think it was just a coincidence? I don&apos;t think so. :)'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-5654408453040350054</id><published>2010-11-01T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:22:12.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never letting this one go. Because certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times; for the most beautiful reasons.</title><content type='html'>In the end, love isn't about the physical appearance, who looks better with who, what she's got on, and how many abs he's got under his shirt. It shouldn't be about neglecting your life and everyone in it before he came around, it shouldn't be about losing your priorities and dignity, giving up your pride. Love is understanding each others backgrounds, being there for someone when you don't have to, staying up for the other even if you gotta get up early the next day, its about laughing and taking care of each others heart, not walking away the second things aren't perfect like they seem to be in the movies, because truth of the matter is, if you work at something, and do it together, push each others limits and love harder, it's better than the movies, and it feels better too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-5654408453040350054?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/5654408453040350054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-never-letting-this-one-go-because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5654408453040350054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/5654408453040350054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-never-letting-this-one-go-because.html' title='I&apos;m never letting this one go. Because certain people enter our lives at the most peculiar times; for the most beautiful reasons.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1208599074972372372.post-7815571846592948128</id><published>2010-11-01T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:06:54.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what I mean to you, I don't even know if you consider me as your friend, but I promise you, I will always be here for you.</title><content type='html'>It's great to fall in love.You stop being stupid for no reason and start being stupid for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1208599074972372372-7815571846592948128?l=julianyap-ty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/feeds/7815571846592948128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-what-i-mean-to-you-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7815571846592948128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1208599074972372372/posts/default/7815571846592948128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julianyap-ty.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-dont-know-what-i-mean-to-you-i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I mean to you, I don&apos;t even know if you consider me as your friend, but I promise you, I will always be here for you.'/><author><name>Julian Yap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13354091476956404337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mfj-uKkD3JY/TkCm51T72dI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ycHbB27HjFk/s220/IMG00111-20110809-1048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
