<?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-4148661685145483432</id><updated>2012-02-13T04:08:47.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the Blue skies is Gray</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-8704334026712632043</id><published>2010-10-26T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:45:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem for Adam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in this world where there is nothing but darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you came along and showed me brightness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in this world where there is nothing but pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you eased all the blues away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never have i imagined that i will ever find you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never have i thought of having you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you came and took my breath away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;now with you is where i will always stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the warmth you give to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tells me that nothing can keep us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the joy you bring to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shows me the way to the light &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;your soothing eyes...your sweet smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;your warm touch ...and gentle kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;all this i would never miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i'll hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll hold you near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;for when i am with you i have no fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you give me comfort... you give me strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you give me love... you brought me life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're always with me and in my unconcious mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i think of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my world is filled with colourful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because of you i have found my complete happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-8704334026712632043?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/8704334026712632043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2010/10/poem-for-adam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8704334026712632043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8704334026712632043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2010/10/poem-for-adam.html' title='A Poem for Adam'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3491131816744953041</id><published>2010-10-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T13:45:27.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/TMc9wfM63gI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xk70Na1042U/s1600/Kiss_under_a_rain2_by_yd84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/TMc9wfM63gI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xk70Na1042U/s320/Kiss_under_a_rain2_by_yd84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532458570466647554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can still remember how I was left in the rain five months ago. But looking back now, I can say that the pain was worth it. For now, all I can feel is happiness. Five months ago I was crumpled with pain.. someone has hurt me so bad.. and I admit .. I was played. Then I met someone who was gentle and friendly. Always makes sure he is there when I needed someone to talk to. Always vocal and make you know where you stand.. makes you know how he feel.. Genuine enough I would say. I suddenly found myself finding comfort with him. His presence alone made me feel safe, and special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;One day something happened that made me realise that He is someone I would never wanted to lose. But because of fear of getting hurt again, I was having a hard time deciding whether to give it a chance or to just stay as his friend. But the time came that I had to make a decision whether to have him or not. And I have admitted to myself that I would not be able to bare the thought of not having him in my life. So I made the decision and started to go out with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Everyday  it seems that we became closer and closer. Nobody has ever treated me right before. He made me feel so special. Eversince we were together life changed for me. Gone were the boring days off ... He gave me life... He makes me happy.. This time I am quiet sure I will never be left in the rain without someone to share his umbrella with.. unless we're both under the rain with a special kiss.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have waited a long time to find someone to love and to be loved back. I always prayed that my soulmate will finally show himself. My Babycakes is worth the long wait... as he made my life perfect and complete when he came and joined me in my sad and lonely life... and now no day is lonely and sad because I know I have him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank you Baby.. you're the best blessing I ever recieved in my life.. I Love You..  xXx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3491131816744953041?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3491131816744953041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3491131816744953041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3491131816744953041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-after-rain.html' title='Love after the rain'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/TMc9wfM63gI/AAAAAAAAACU/Xk70Na1042U/s72-c/Kiss_under_a_rain2_by_yd84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-1134797596734449880</id><published>2009-12-02T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:31:55.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Sxbq1N_FlnI/AAAAAAAAACE/4FZ_3w7A81M/s1600-h/unloved2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Sxbq1N_FlnI/AAAAAAAAACE/4FZ_3w7A81M/s320/unloved2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410770202340464242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;In my 29 years in this lifetime, I have never felt so much pain as I am feeling right now. I can feel my heart breaking into pieces. And I am not sure if I will be able to find the strength to mend it all together. Or even just to stitch it back together. It's so damn painful that it made me do something impulsive which hurt me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried my best to be a good daughter, friend, sister, niece, and auntie. I have my differences of course as I am only human, but I know in my heart of hearts that I did try so hard to fulfill these roles. But I failed. I ain't a good daughter in my father's eyes... that I am too selfish and i have let the whole family down. Maybe he is right, because if I am a good person then why do I feel like I am being punished for something? I tried to do some good deed everyday to catch up on my sins. Yes...I am a sinner. I was not cleansed at all.. everyday I commit a sin. I lie to my residents to assure them that they will be fine.. I have to.. But I guess my good deeds can never compensate with all the wrong things I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to know...and to feel that in your parents' eyes you're worthless. When everyday when you wake up you think about them, pray for their good health, pray that you will be blessed so that you can help them even more than you have. It hurts to know that the reality was never the illusion you have made yourself believe for the longest time..or in your lifetime... That you are loved by them, and you even believed that they were always in favour of you...then only in a split second everything explodes in your face. The truth... that you are UNLOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-1134797596734449880?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/1134797596734449880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/12/unloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1134797596734449880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1134797596734449880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/12/unloved.html' title='Unloved'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Sxbq1N_FlnI/AAAAAAAAACE/4FZ_3w7A81M/s72-c/unloved2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-7873386279571022212</id><published>2009-10-27T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T14:28:55.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Time Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/SuehDIfFBtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pzfda_IoL1g/s1600-h/bff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/SuehDIfFBtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pzfda_IoL1g/s320/bff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397459753616344786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time... time signifies a lot in our lives. We need time to make sure we won't be late for work. We need time to do our chores. We need time to think. We need time to heal our broken hearts. We need time to reveal our deepest secrets. We need time to reveal our feelings. I thought I have beaten time, when I tried to keep things to myself for a long long time. Until one day time itself made it's move to make me reveal my deepest secret. It was a horrible feeling when you know you wanted to say it out loud, but you can't. You wanted to shout it out where everybody will hear you and would know what really is inside you, but you can't. Then one day, you just slipped with a couple of words and you had to explain yourself to make things clear. And there you are.. you have revealed your secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For eleven years I have kept it hidden within me. That I am in love with you. I have always been in love with you. I have kept you in my heart and I intend to keep you still. Who would not fall for you? You are the most kind and sweetest guy I have ever met. I will always remember how you always made sure I was okay. You would never forget to drop by my classroom to say hello and ask how my day was. You bought me a big bar of chocolate even when you knew I could never finish even a small bar. You were never bothered joining me and my friends when you never used to mingle with girls before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven years have passed, but all these are still so vivid in my memory. I can remember every detail. And I do miss the past, sometimes I miss it so much that I would just lay on my bed at night thinking about it all night long. Smiling and thinking as if I was there in the flesh. I miss you're being grumpy when things don't go your way. I miss when you're telling me off about something. I miss singing with you under the mango tree. I miss our little talks, even if the topic was very immature. I miss the times when we listen to our favourite oldies music. Or when you hooked me on a particular radio station. I miss the times when we would talk over the phone for hours. That sometimes we run out of conversation but we still listen to each other, and then laugh. I miss the times when we would just sit side by side, saying nothing, just sat their together quietly. hmmm it was more comforting than talking. What I miss most was when all your time and attention was mine and mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have revealed my deepest secret just not so long ago. You have no idea how scared I was. As I was not sure how you would take it. For one reason why I kept it is because it might make you leave me. Like I told you, I have accepted the fact that things will never be different for us. I have never dreamed to be your girlfriend. All I want is to be a part of your life forever. And I can be a part of your life forever by being your bestfriend. Losing you all together is my greatest fear. And I was so scared that this will happen after I revealed everything.  But you understood how I felt and promised that you will stay with me no matter what happend. Thanking you for keeping me is not enough. I assure you I will always be here. I will always be your bestfriend. I will always be your comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed time had passed. You and I are now both grown ups and have been through a lot of challenges in this life. There was a time when you and I have not talked for months or even years. But after all this time and all this changes that had happend. There are some things that never changed. Our friendship.  And my love for you. You and I will always be a part of each other's lives for a lifetime. Hmmmm a lifetime is way too short for me. Let's make it beyond a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess all i wanted to say is thank you for being such a blessing in my life. For being so kind and sweet. For being my very best friend. I love you.. I will always will.. I am looking forward growing old with you.... and whoever our partners in life will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-7873386279571022212?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/7873386279571022212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-time-revealed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7873386279571022212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7873386279571022212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-time-revealed.html' title='And Time Revealed'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ubF-MIhjpdE/SuehDIfFBtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pzfda_IoL1g/s72-c/bff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-2016233664054682244</id><published>2009-06-14T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:37:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, I praise your name, I honour you with your glory. Father forgive me if in the past I have doubted your intentions.  If I questioned your love and understanding. If I blamed you for my misfortunes. Forgive me Father if I  was in so much anger and hatred in the past, that it went beyond the happy memories and the love I used to have. Forgive me Father if I only take the time to speak to you when I am in my deepest need. If I forget to go and praise you in your house. Father thank you for all the blessings you have given me in my whole 29 years. For the life, the love, family and friends. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I thank you for the chances you have given me to be a more better person. For the guidance and protection. Most of all, thank you for carrying the load when I can no longer go on. In times of my weakness, you are there to give me strength. In times of my sorrow, you are there to give me someone to make me smile. In times of loneliness, you are there to give me comfort. In times when I'm in tears, you are always ready to wipe them dry. In my times of happiness, you make a step back, though you never leave, you only wants to see me in my happiest moment alone. With you I always feel I am most loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father I know you always love it when you see your children asking for so many things. You always love it when we need you at all times. Though sometimes with all the blessings you have given me, I tell myself.. I could not ask for more. But human as I am, I still end up asking.&lt;br /&gt;Father, please carry on protecting me, my family and friends.. Eric and his family. Keep us all safe and healthy.. Don't ever let love leave our  hearts.. Please bless my relationship with Eric, I know he came into my life for a reason. And I know why things are taking its time. For the first time in my life. I wasn't rushing things. Thank you for finally making me realize that I can never rush love. Your will be done at all times, Father. I know you only want to see me happy and contented. I will follow whatever it is that is destined by You.  Amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-2016233664054682244?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/2016233664054682244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2016233664054682244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2016233664054682244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-prayer.html' title='My Prayer'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3253391485046606667</id><published>2009-06-09T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T03:49:17.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday in Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i always thought that running away from pain and worries is always the answer to all the questions i have in mind. it always worked for me, i'm afraid. in the past, i ran away from the deepest cut i had. moved on three years after got over it completely. six long years i waited to love again, when i did, got hurt easily, ran away from it once more. tried to find solstice from my own home. i was right, home will always be the best place to mend your broken heart. enjoy the views, the hot weather, friends laughters, family's happy memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;whilst i was in an island from home, enjoying the blue waters and the view. i can't say i have forgotten the pain completely, as there are times when i can still remember it. but then again, time heals all wounds. i carried on walking forward, meeting new people, enjoying company of old friends whom i haven't seen for ages. deep in my heart i wished that one day.. somehow.. someway.. God will lead someone astray and i will find him. and if i do.. i will keep him and would never do anything to hurt him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as my holiday was nearly ending, a blessing came my way.. i know God answers prayers, but i was not expecting Him to answer mine that quick. though as they say... all the things we asked for or we wanted never comes in one package.. He gave me someone to care for and to inspire me, to make me smile.. but He made sure that this time i won't fall just like that.. He wanted me to take things slowly this time.. to take my time.. our time.. to get to know each other better and to make sure what we feel will be the right feeling and will be on the right time and right place.. now i can say i am happy though we're not committed with each other at this point in time.. but thats the irony of life.. and God is working on us... on our future... Thanks for answering my prayer.. and for blessing me with someone like Eric... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3253391485046606667?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3253391485046606667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3253391485046606667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3253391485046606667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-in-heaven.html' title='Holiday in Heaven...'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-8770798366759420339</id><published>2009-05-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:45:14.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinggin ang aking panalangin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;nakatingin sa dagat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tinatanaw ang pag lubog ng araw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sadyang napakagandang tanawin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;subalit sa puso ko'y may nadaramang sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kay gandang lugar ang aking kinaroroonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;subalit bakit ako nalulumbay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sa isip ko ika'y ni minsa'y hindi nawalay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pinipilit ko na ika'y limutin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;upang ako ay makawala sa sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;at hapding nadarama kapag ikaw ay naiisip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;alam ko na ikaw ay malaya na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sa iyong nakaraan na nanakit sayo ng sobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ikaw at ako ni minsan ay hindi nagkasundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;walang pag-uusap na hindi nagtatalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kaya ngayon.. eto ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;nakatingin na lamang sayo mula sa malayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;ang makita kang naka ngiti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sa aking puso ay nagdudulot ng hapdi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;pagkat alam ko na ang iyong ngiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kahit kailan ay hindi dahil sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;eto ako ngayon nakatingin sa langit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;naka tingala sa mga ulap at nananalangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;na sana ang sakit na nadarama ay mapawi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;nitong maganda lugar na aking kinaroroonan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;sana lahat nang sakit ay makalimutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-8770798366759420339?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/8770798366759420339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinggin-ang-aking-panalangin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8770798366759420339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8770798366759420339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/05/dinggin-ang-aking-panalangin.html' title='Dinggin ang aking panalangin'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa tagal ng panahon ako ay umiwas sa pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Umiwas sa pagmamahal at kahit na ano mang damdamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Inakala ko na ito ang mas makabubuti sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ang maging manhid para hindi makaramdam ng kahit ano’ng sakit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Subalit nito’ng nakaraang buwan lamang ako’y nag mahal muli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa isang kaibigan na ako ay hindi kayang mahalin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Noong una inakala ko na ito’y awa at hindi pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sapagkat sya ay dumaranas ng sobrang sakit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;At bilang isang kaibigan ako ay handang umalalay at makinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Subalit noong huli ako ay nakadama na ng sakit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ako ay nagsimula nang mag tanong sa aking sarili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bakit ako nasasaktan? Bakit ako umiiyak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hindi ba kami ay mag kaibigan lamang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ang mga tanong na ito hanggang ngayon ay nasa aking isipan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;At ako ay nahihirapan mag hanap ng kasagutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ako ay umiwas sa pag aakala na ito ay makakatulong sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Subalit lalo lamang ako nangulila at napapaisip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Paano kung maari mo pala akong mahalin sa huli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Paano kung mag bago ang iyong damdamin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ako ay muli’ng bumalik sa iyong tabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Naging kaibigan at taga pakinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ngunit nalaman ko na ikaw ay may minahal nang iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gumuho lahat ng aking pag asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tumulo ang aking mga luha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ang puso ko ay nasasaktan ng sobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ngayon sinubukan ko muling lumayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Kahit pagiging kaibigan mo ay tinalikuran ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Masakit ngunit ito lang ang tanging paraan ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Upang mga sugat ko ay gumaling at ako ay makatayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ang malamang ikaw ay Masaya sa piling niya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Masakit ngunit ako din ay natutuwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Na ikaw ay nakakita na ng para sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa ngayon ako ay nanatiling nagmamahal sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hindi ko alam kung kailan ito mawawala sa aking puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mahal kita ngunit may mahal kang iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ito ang kinakaya kong tanggapin sa aking puso’t isipan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Sa ngayon sana ako ay iyong hayaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Na mahalin ka kahit sa malayuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-6079867930219234216?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/6079867930219234216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6079867930219234216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6079867930219234216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='Mahal pa rin kita'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-2208679867980458629</id><published>2009-04-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T13:52:16.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;For the second time in my life I fell in love. After six long years, I have found the courage to love again. But unfortunately, I loved someone whose not meant for me. And for the nth time… I was hurt. Its hard enough when we’re loving someone who can’t love us back, what more falling in love with a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time comforting you whenever you felt pain from your past. I tried so hard to be strong, and focused on the friendship we had, but I failed. I fell in love with you…. I didn’t even realized I was in love with you for a while. As you share your pain and thoughts with me, I don’t know where I got the courage to comfort you. After every conversation, I laid on my bed thinking… when will you ever see me? But then again… we’re mates..  And I know I will always be only a friend to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to force myself to hate the feeling I have for you. But I can’t deny the fact that no matter what I still am in love with you. The sad thing is, you know. And you became extra sweet, almost made me felt like I was really  loved by you… almost felt real… then you woke me up from that wonderful dream. You told me “ I told you not to take things seriously.” Then I realized that I was doing it again. Loving someone and forgotten all about myself. I then told myself that maybe I have to love myself again as you can never love me back like I wished you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re happy with someone else. And it pains me knowing the reality that you just simply never considered loving me… or even liking me… and it hurts like hell… but there we are.. I have started to walk away from you… and I do intend to walk far…far away from you.. I no longer want to remember your voice… your laughter… your sweetness…. I have walked a bit already.. But I can’t help looking back.. Wishing you’re running after me.. Shouting my name and telling me that you made a mistake.. That you love me.. But all I can see is a picture of you… with another woman in your arms.. And you’re happy… this thought makes my heart bleed… another scar to remind me that I have been through this kind of pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am nursing my broken heart…while you are happy with your new love… I do wish this time your relationship will last… and I am sorry if I had to let go of our friendship… I didn’t want to… but being friendly and loving you at the same time is killing me.. I want to say GOODBYE but I can’t.. so I will just leave in silence.. You wouldn’t notice anyway that I’m gone… I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT IT HURTS SO BAD… I’m sorry I DO LOVE YOU.. BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND ANYMORE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-2208679867980458629?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/2208679867980458629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-be-your-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2208679867980458629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2208679867980458629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-want-to-be-your-friend.html' title='I DON&apos;T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-145601897296821437</id><published>2009-04-19T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:45:33.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can or Can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 42, 156);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(187, 40, 194);"&gt;In confusion I was drowned&lt;br /&gt;Getting ashore I don’t know how&lt;br /&gt;Treading in the waters&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I’ll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will the moon shine?&lt;br /&gt;It’s like wishing you’ll be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(237, 109, 206);"&gt;Dreaming of having you is next to impossible&lt;br /&gt;Still I kept on holding to a threadlike chance&lt;br /&gt;You have your heart somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;Still I kept holding my grasp&lt;br /&gt;You already have given your heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Still I continue to love you on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(210, 96, 192);"&gt;I can feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your heart is in vain&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take your pain away&lt;br /&gt;I hoped it is me you love this much&lt;br /&gt;Though this feeling of hope needs to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 55, 176);"&gt;I love you but I know your not there&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I’ll try to find my way to you&lt;br /&gt;You are someone I know I will never be able to hold&lt;br /&gt;Both your hands are held by someone else&lt;br /&gt;I can only watch from a distance with my heart in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-145601897296821437?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/145601897296821437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-or-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/145601897296821437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/145601897296821437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-or-cant.html' title='Can or Can&apos;t'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-7733277321993256754</id><published>2009-04-19T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:18:41.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>---===---</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;all i hear is the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;all alone in this world so dark&lt;br /&gt;i can hear my heart beating so fast&lt;br /&gt;and i am thinking — until when will it last?&lt;br /&gt;i can see the rain pouring outside my window&lt;br /&gt;deep inside i feel so empty and hallow&lt;br /&gt;the night is cold and lonely&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel the same inside me?&lt;br /&gt;the courage i had to say i have left the past&lt;br /&gt;was that all only a pretension on my part?&lt;br /&gt;have i really learned to walk a new path?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, please give me strength to last.&lt;br /&gt;i could feel my heart going numb&lt;br /&gt;i am asking myself — can i still love?&lt;br /&gt;if a heart is numb and unable to love&lt;br /&gt;then what would that make me into?&lt;br /&gt;i prayed for my wounds to be healed&lt;br /&gt;so il be able to love and feel&lt;br /&gt;yes.. being numb do take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;but this is one thing i never wish to be&lt;br /&gt;i’d rather be in pain than be someone so unfeeling&lt;br /&gt;i’d rather be stuck in the past&lt;br /&gt;than be in the present with no memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-7733277321993256754?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/7733277321993256754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7733277321993256754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7733277321993256754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html' title='---===---'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-4916792501609780948</id><published>2009-04-19T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:42:49.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Choose Marriage Partner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The choice of a marriage partner should not be based on “I get a warm wonderful feeling whenever we’re together and I want to have that warm wonderful feeling forever. So let’s go get married.”&lt;br /&gt;Feelings, as we have discussed, have no longer logic on their own. They need to be acknowledge, of course, but they need considerable assistance from your brain. Marriage means choosing the person you will spend the rest of your life with. This as you may have guessed, is a very long time to spend with one person. This person will love with you, eat meals with you, sleep with you, and go on vacation with you. More important yet, this person will share your children. You need to choose wisely. The decision should not be made based on feelings alone. You need to ask yourself some tough questions. The decisions have to be made on solid considerations.&lt;br /&gt;Will this person be a good partner?&lt;br /&gt;Is he mature enough to put his own selfish desires aside to look out for what is best for the family?&lt;br /&gt;Is he prepared to be a good provider?&lt;br /&gt;What is his track record?&lt;br /&gt;Is he responsible enough to get a job and keep it?&lt;br /&gt;Will this person be a good parent?&lt;br /&gt;Can you stand the thought of your children turning out exactly like this person?&lt;br /&gt;They will, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Children spend a lot of time with their parents and consequently pick up most of their parents’ traits. You had better like your spouse’s trait’s a lot because you will be seeing them again in your children.&lt;br /&gt;If something wee to happen to you, would you completely trust this person alone, with the task of raising and forming your children?&lt;br /&gt;This is not a pleasant thought, but it is an important consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone dies at a ripe old age with great grandchildren gathered around the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a parent dies and leaves young children in the care of the other parent.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel that you would need to be around to correct or lessen this person’s influence on your children, then you are considering the wrong person.&lt;br /&gt;Does this person share your faith in God? God does not give us children so that we can mold them into the coolest, most popular people in school.&lt;br /&gt;Our job is to get them to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;To do that, we need to raise them believing in God and in His church. It is tough to do that if only one parent believes. Saying “This is the right and this is the wrong, and I want you to ignore Mommy until you are thirty-five” does not work.&lt;br /&gt;Small children ask about eight skillion questions in a single day. The answers to those questions go along way toward forming the kind of adults they become.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be answering those questions for your children?&lt;br /&gt;Does this person you are marrying have sexual self- control?&lt;br /&gt;Single people sometimes have this idea that marriage is just some kind of lifelong sex festival and that as long as they have each other, they will never be tempted by other people. Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;There are many times in every marriage when one partner or the other is sexually unavailable-illness, the last months of pregnancy, travel. There are also times when spouses, just get on each others nerves. At times like this, other people who are willing to make them available to married men and women. Do you want someone who has never said “no” to sex?&lt;br /&gt;If he is not good at saying “no” at eighteen, it won’t make any difference at forty.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to worry about whether or not your spouse is being faithful?&lt;br /&gt;There are very important questions, and if you are not comfortable with all of the answers, you should definitely not marry this person.&lt;br /&gt;None of this is to say that feelings play no role at all in a marriage decision.&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have to, “Well, I suppose that you would make a good spouse and parent, so even though I don’t particularly like you I guess I’ll marry you.”&lt;br /&gt;You need to be happy and excited about the prospect of spending your life with someone. Your brain however, must acknowledge that this person as a good catch.&lt;br /&gt;don’t listen to your hear alone or your head alone.&lt;br /&gt;Wait until your heat and head agree…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-4916792501609780948?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/4916792501609780948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-choose-marriage-partner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4916792501609780948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4916792501609780948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-to-choose-marriage-partner.html' title='How To Choose Marriage Partner'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-5143855021306980231</id><published>2009-04-19T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:42:04.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@=={===</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh the red roe is a falcon,&lt;br /&gt;And the white rose is a dove…&lt;br /&gt;The red rose speaks o&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f passion,&lt;br /&gt;And the white rose speaks of love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;But I send you a cream white rosebud,&lt;br /&gt;With flush on its petal tips…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the love that is purest of passion,&lt;br /&gt;Has kiss of desire the lips…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-5143855021306980231?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/5143855021306980231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5143855021306980231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5143855021306980231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='@=={==='/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-5076296388498934568</id><published>2009-04-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:40:39.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Whenever I am lonely&lt;br /&gt;You were there for my comfort&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am in tears&lt;br /&gt;You were there to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel angry&lt;br /&gt;You were there to lighten things up&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel disturbed&lt;br /&gt;You were there to put sense in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Distance was never a barrier for us&lt;br /&gt;Time was never an issue&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know how thankful I am for you&lt;br /&gt;Your presence is my security&lt;br /&gt;And may our friendship leas us till eternity….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-5076296388498934568?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/5076296388498934568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-friendship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5076296388498934568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5076296388498934568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/eternal-friendship.html' title='Eternal Friendship'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-7098485030106019001</id><published>2009-04-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:39:47.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lonely Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;There’s a place where I use to go,&lt;br /&gt;The grass are green, what a lovely meadow.&lt;br /&gt;You can see lots of flowers everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;The scenery would just simply take your breath away.&lt;br /&gt;You can say it’s heaven,&lt;br /&gt;You can say life there is blessed.&lt;br /&gt;You would wish to live there,&lt;br /&gt;Though living won’t be the same.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like living in a dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;And no one will ever understand.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like all your life were wasted,&lt;br /&gt;And that now you feel so hasted.&lt;br /&gt;You’ll ask yourself where were you all along?&lt;br /&gt;What took you so long to find this lovely home?&lt;br /&gt;In this dreamland I wished to live with you,&lt;br /&gt;But you were gone long before I took your hand–&lt;br /&gt;and show you the door.&lt;br /&gt;Now this little heaven seem so gloomy,&lt;br /&gt;The roses died and the skies are gray.&lt;br /&gt;It’s no longer a beauty,&lt;br /&gt;When I pass by I feel so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-7098485030106019001?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/7098485030106019001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lonely-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7098485030106019001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7098485030106019001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-lonely-heaven.html' title='My Lonely Heaven'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-9149450415858824652</id><published>2009-04-19T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:38:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE AND LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It hurts to love someone and not to be love in return&lt;br /&gt;But what is more painful is to love someone&lt;br /&gt;And never find the courage to let that person know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting the right one&lt;br /&gt;So that when we meet the right person,&lt;br /&gt;We will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you take away the feeling,&lt;br /&gt;The passion and the romance in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;And found out that you still care for that person.&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing in life is when you meet someone&lt;br /&gt;Who means a lot to you, and only to find out&lt;br /&gt;In the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;When the door of happiness closes,&lt;br /&gt;Another opens, but oftentimes we look so long at the closed door&lt;br /&gt;That we don’t see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and&lt;br /&gt;Swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was&lt;br /&gt;The best conversation you’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that we don’t know what we got until we lose it,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s also true that we don’t know what&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect love in return;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for it to grow in their heart,&lt;br /&gt;But if it doesn’t, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;There are things you’d have to hear,&lt;br /&gt;That you would never hear from the person&lt;br /&gt;Whom you would like to hear them from,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t be so deaf as not to hear it from one&lt;br /&gt;Who says it from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye if you still want to try -&lt;br /&gt;Never give up if you still feel you can go on -&lt;br /&gt;Never say you don’t love a person anymore if you can’t let go.&lt;br /&gt;Love comes to those who still hope&lt;br /&gt;Although they’ve been disappointed -&lt;br /&gt;To those who still believe,&lt;br /&gt;Although they’ve been betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;To those who still need to love,&lt;br /&gt;Although they’ve been hurt before.&lt;br /&gt;An to those who have the courage and faith to build trust again.&lt;br /&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone,&lt;br /&gt;An hour to like someone, and a day to love someone -&lt;br /&gt;But it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br /&gt;don’t go for looks; they can deceive.&lt;br /&gt;don’t go for wealth; even that fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a&lt;br /&gt;Smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find the one who makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone&lt;br /&gt;So much that you just want to pick them from your dream&lt;br /&gt;And hug them for real!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you dream of that special someone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~UNKNOWN~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-9149450415858824652?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/9149450415858824652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-and-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9149450415858824652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9149450415858824652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-and-life.html' title='LOVE AND LIFE'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-9132588027504870247</id><published>2009-04-19T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:37:42.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i feel so tired…mentally.. emotionally.. physically…and i hope not.. but spiritually.. life seems to be going down hill at the moment.. everything is just so wrong.. whatever you do.. your best wasn’t good enough.. or will never be good enough.. seems like the lights has turned to darkness.. the blue skies turned to gray.. spring’s gone and winter has come.. its like walking in a dark forest with nothing with you.. with nobody with you.. no one to reach out to help if ur in need.. no one to talk to when your down.. its like walking in the streets of fire.. get burned and no one cares.. or walking in the rain.. with all the others.. but only you have no umbrella.. and no one is bothered to offer.. its like all the trials are endless.. seems like the tears will never stop from falling.. heart will never stop from breaking.. if only  i can open up my own self.. rip off my own heart and take all those not so good feeling.. or open up my skull.. and take out my brain.. and choose only nice things to think of.. unfortunately.. im not that gifted.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-9132588027504870247?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/9132588027504870247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9132588027504870247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9132588027504870247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired-of-life.html' title='Tired of Life'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-358203149996912016</id><published>2009-04-19T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:33:31.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(255, 0, 51);"&gt;as i look through the glass window,&lt;br /&gt;i felt my heart breaking slow,&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard not to look,&lt;br /&gt;back to the spot where they stood .&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions strikes me,&lt;br /&gt;excitement slowly fading away,&lt;br /&gt;depression and sadness embraced my brain,&lt;br /&gt;looking back would bring back all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;walking away i always thought was my best bet,&lt;br /&gt;but my heart and mind was always left–&lt;br /&gt;to those whom i loved so dearly,&lt;br /&gt;whose memories i held tightly.&lt;br /&gt;memories that keeps me strong,&lt;br /&gt;their laughters i always long,&lt;br /&gt;their smiles can weaken me so easy,&lt;br /&gt;their cries can make my anger drift away.&lt;br /&gt;i have an imperfect family,&lt;br /&gt;a dad who can never resist to give,&lt;br /&gt;a mom who works hard but can never be seen,&lt;br /&gt;a sister who always depends&lt;br /&gt;a brother who’se always misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;yet no matter how imperfect my family is,&lt;br /&gt;i will give everything for their happiness,&lt;br /&gt;i will move mountains for their comfort,&lt;br /&gt;i will wait decades for their understanding,&lt;br /&gt;i will  always live for their love.&lt;br /&gt;Their imperfection is like my fuel,&lt;br /&gt;keeps me going through my ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me strive more to keep up with their imperfection,&lt;br /&gt;Though at times i can no longer start the ignition.&lt;br /&gt;Just the sound of their voices,&lt;br /&gt;Or a glimpse of their eyes full of struggles and pains,&lt;br /&gt;Could get my brain into focus and gives me adrenaline rush,&lt;br /&gt;Could get me running to give them my warmest touch,&lt;br /&gt;They may have seen me as strong as a bull at times,&lt;br /&gt;But i do have a weakness just as everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;though i always pretend things are okay,&lt;br /&gt;i always put up a stern face so they would know their mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside me my heart was like being crushed,&lt;br /&gt;as much as i want to comfort them i need to stand my ground.&lt;br /&gt;And i will never give up in trying to make my imperfect family…&lt;br /&gt;Perfect as perfect can be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-358203149996912016?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/358203149996912016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-imperfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/358203149996912016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/358203149996912016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfect-imperfection.html' title='Perfect Imperfection'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3105546730874157843</id><published>2009-04-19T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:32:39.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awaken by a scream, shivering in the cold night… Could not see anybody in sight.. Feeling all alone.. feeling so sad and blue.. looking outside the window.. i can see some fireworks…hmmm it’s a new year i suppose… but why am i so alone.. why am i so sad.. who do i long for? i don’t really know.. is it him.. is it really him? or is it you? why do i still feel this way? i thought i have already turned my back on the past.. hmmm i thought my strength will last.. am i missing you? is that why tears are falling from my eyes right now? or do i feel angry… to who i am not that certain… is it to myself? to you? to her? i wish i have the answers.. my head is spinning.. so many why’s and how’s.. one thing i want to know is.. how can i stop the pain… pain that strikes me whenever i see your face… your smile.. that once i thought was for me… the sparkle in your eyes that once i thought was because of me.. how? tell me how? i have tried so hard to deal with this pain.. but i still lost..it was too strong.. that at times i do feel like im being crumpled into pieces.. will i ever be whole again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3105546730874157843?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3105546730874157843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3105546730874157843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3105546730874157843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-pieces.html' title='Broken Pieces'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-7290624425365434685</id><published>2009-04-19T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:31:26.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Season Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;so autumny, so lonely&lt;br /&gt;sky is gloomy&lt;br /&gt;and you are leaving me&lt;br /&gt;the trees are so lovely&lt;br /&gt;it’s colours are such a beauty&lt;br /&gt;but i have been so sad and bitter lately&lt;br /&gt;coz i know you will be gone quickly&lt;br /&gt;i am here reminiscing the past year&lt;br /&gt;i have never thought to me you will be a dear&lt;br /&gt;but as time passed us by&lt;br /&gt;i have come to love you and your smile&lt;br /&gt;you have been a good companion&lt;br /&gt;you were born to lead your minion&lt;br /&gt;though at times you were misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;for me you are the most good&lt;br /&gt;maybe to some you are a flower that grows in spring&lt;br /&gt;and to others you may be a bossy bitchy thing&lt;br /&gt;but you know you are like that four season of the whole year&lt;br /&gt;and i do love you the way you are, my dear&lt;br /&gt;at times your temper were as hot as the summer&lt;br /&gt;but most of us was captivated by your laughter&lt;br /&gt;you are as beautiful as the spring&lt;br /&gt;yet can be so lonely like how the fall makes us feel&lt;br /&gt;don’t ever be as cold as the winter&lt;br /&gt;for you have friends to warm your empty corners&lt;br /&gt;my lovely four season beauty&lt;br /&gt;your memories makes us feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;we will surely miss your cutie polish twangs&lt;br /&gt;and your own little wierd langs&lt;br /&gt;to make it simple and short&lt;br /&gt;we will miss the whole bloody polish english woman in you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-7290624425365434685?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/7290624425365434685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-season-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7290624425365434685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7290624425365434685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-season-beauty.html' title='Four Season Beauty'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-6256837491761327952</id><published>2009-04-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:30:21.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why... Why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Thinking of you makes me wonder.. do i feel sad? or am i just bothered? thoughts of you which only pain brings me, in my heart and mind your memory remains. and i wish this pain would just go… go away and would let you know… how much you have hurt me and broke my heart… how i wish what we had never start… You are full of crap.. thinking of you is such a waste of time.. but i still do miss your smile.. and your eyes as they spark..i miss your voice and your laughters… i really miss the old you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Thoughts of you and the past brings so many questions in my mind. Why do we have to drift away from each other? Why do you have to choose? Why do i have to keep my distance? When both of our hearts shouts each other’s names? Why do we have to resist the pull of the irresistable force that bonds us together? Why? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;—===***SiGhS***===—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-6256837491761327952?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/6256837491761327952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6256837491761327952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6256837491761327952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-why.html' title='Why... Why....'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-6540159026490880921</id><published>2009-04-19T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:29:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;In my past, you have been my comfort…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i cried, you have lend your shoulder…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was in the dark, you have been my spark of light…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was down, you pushed me up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was in need, you have provided…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was in a mess, you came along and cleaned it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was having a bad dream, you sat beside me and gave me a cuddle…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When i was weak, you became my strength…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Now i have surpassed all those pains and sorrow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Because of you.. i have seen tomorrow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;You have become my colorful rainbow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;After the stormy days i have been through…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Thank you is such a small word to say to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;For what you have done for me is much more than a sister would do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And you know you are not just a sister to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;You’re my special sister, and you know that’s true…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I do believe you are a part of me..and i am of you… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And no matter what happends i will be here for you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When things goes the other way around… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please know that i am here and my love has no bound….&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-6540159026490880921?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/6540159026490880921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-special-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6540159026490880921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/6540159026490880921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-special-sister.html' title='My Special Sister'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-4837577812294319122</id><published>2009-04-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:28:10.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 153);"&gt;I once felt so complete, so happy and so full of life. A feeling that I hoped will last forever, but never did… I have struggled to move forward. I have tried my best not to cry. I have given my all just to forget the past. And I thought I made it… I thought I did it… And then one day, the past came haunting me like a ghost. Trying to shake my newly regained strength… And I must admit, I was shaken. With just a simple hello, I was shaken… How stupid can I get huh? But I think that’s what it’s all about in this life… to be crumpled and to be shaken by something so painful in the past, so we’ll know how to cross the crossroad. To break down .. or to break through? To give in or to back off? Not very easy.. And at this point of my life I am very confused..I don’t know which way to go.. or should i let myself continue with my journey alone.. or to hold on to the hand reaching out for me.. but the questions that’s i can’t get rid of are.. Will I allow myself to get hurt again? Am I willing to be in so much pain again? Am i willing to go thru it all once more? I guess… not…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-4837577812294319122?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/4837577812294319122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4837577812294319122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4837577812294319122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/will-i.html' title='Will I??'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-929252395432003599</id><published>2009-04-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:27:14.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a lost love is trying to find it’s way back to you, what would you do? Will you accept it with open arms? Or will you turn your back and walk away, like what he did to you before? Some say never try to regain what is lost, for it will hurt you more. But others say that never walk away to second chance, for it may be the right time and the right love for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So which is really the right thing to do? To walk away or to embrace it once more? I only wish I have a clue… I once dreamt of having you, but now..I am not so sure what to do…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-929252395432003599?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/929252395432003599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/929252395432003599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/929252395432003599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/confused-heart.html' title='Confused Heart'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3389320266319476281</id><published>2009-04-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:26:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Most of us experienced a lost love. We weeped, we whined, we got ourselves get drunk, we got depressed and we tried so hard to regain what’s lost. But, did it ever occur to you that what you’re doing will hurt you even more? Of course not, coz you are too drowned with your misery, you couldn’t see the people who really care for you. Why? coz you are too busy getting yourself drowned into depression, and tends to ignore the other people. Don’t wait for them to get tired from caring, coz when the time comes that you realize your mistakes, they’re gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Don’t even try to regain a lost love. This will only hurt you more. Once a love is lost, it is lost, for whatever reasons you don’t know. It could be that it wasn’t really meant to be yours. That it was just one of the few wrong people you have to meet and love before you get to the right one. Patience is a virtue my dear friends. Wait and I assure you, He will give the best one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;So once a love is lost, let it go. For someday you’ll feel love again and who knows, it will be the right love for you, in the right time and in the right place. So don’t stop loving, for love always comes to those who still love even if they’re hurting.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3389320266319476281?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3389320266319476281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3389320266319476281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3389320266319476281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-1654297468333305264</id><published>2009-04-19T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:25:17.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth about Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Love is a wonderful feeling, it is one thing on the top of this life that makes people smile, even if there’s no reason to smile. It makes people forget the time, the errands to run, to past, the pain, and the unhappy moments. What a fortunate person you are if you are in love. But Why doen’t it last most of the time? Why do you feel it only for a month,or a year, some even for days? Why do we love and get hurt in the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;One thing we don’t know about love is that, it has it’s own mind. It goes round and search for the one meant for us. We can’t see this, because we are blinded and overwhelmed with the feeling of being in love. The truth about love is, like friends, it comes and goes, some stay some don’t. Crazy but true. Like in friendship, so many people come and go from our lives, but when we find ourselves  some true friends, they stay. So is with love, we have to meet lots of people to fall in love with, and lose them in the end, because they can’t fill all the empty spaces in our lives. They might fill some.. but not all. And when love itself sees that, it chooses to leave. Not to abandon you from falling in love again, but to look for someone which it thinks might be able to fill in all the empty spaces. And once love comes knocking on your door again, be hopeful that it brought you the one who can make your life complete, and can make you whole. If that happends, it’s only that time Love will have it’s rest… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-1654297468333305264?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/1654297468333305264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-about-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1654297468333305264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1654297468333305264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/truth-about-love.html' title='Truth about Love'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3875086825293608408</id><published>2009-04-19T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:16:05.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faceless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;someone so far i really miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;a faceless love in a bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;someone i love so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;but i can never see nor touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;how can a love grow without a face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;in this life full of crap and daze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;how can a love be so deep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;when you know you are in a situation so steep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;how can you keep on misisng someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;someone so bad that you feel like dying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;how can you love someone so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;so true that you feel like flying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;can a faceless love survive all the rough times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;can a faceless memory linger for all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;are you brave enough to move forward and see whats beyond?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;or you are too scared to see what was bound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;how certain are you that it will show it’s face somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;or it will just be another broken vow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;do you think your love will be enough for it to stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;or you reckon it will fade away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;a faceless love can never linger forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;a vivid memory will never be for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;if you can’t draw something beautiful out of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;forget you’ll ever feel love…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3875086825293608408?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3875086825293608408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/faceless-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3875086825293608408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3875086825293608408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/faceless-love.html' title='Faceless Love'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-9210757749213588931</id><published>2009-04-19T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:15:06.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; text-align: justify;" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;What is Holding on?Is it when you hang on to one thing you think you can never live without?Or is it loving still even if you know you can never be loved back?Whatever it really means, for me Holding on is, Pain and Happiness… Why? hmmm … Let’s put it this way, You are in love, with someone who doesn’t love you the way you wanted to be loved. And you already know you can never have him, but still you pursued whatever you feel. You feel happy coz you see him, you talk to him, you see him smile, hear him laugh, he shared his life with you… But you feel pain coz he shares how happy he was with his only love. But no matter how painful it is you’re still holding the grip so tight that you feel like you can’t let go because you are too scared to feel the worst pain you can imagine. The pain of losing him. So you would rather have the pain with happiness than the pain of losing someone. The question is… Until when can you hang on to someone who can’t love you? Until when can you embrace the pain? Until when will you feel happy? Are you sure he would stay with you forever? All those questions are mostly ignored by us, coz we normally don’t want to entertain thoughts that can awaken us from asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;With Holding on comes Letting Go… is letting go really the answer when you are hurting? Now this is one hard task indeed. You are fighting with no one else but yourself. You have you mind and heart fighting, and this may confuse you of what is really the right thing to do. Would you let go and be in your worst pain? Or hang on and sacrifice? Hard ain’t it? Hmmmm… But it is only simple really. Fight if it is worth fighting. Hold on if you feel he is the one. Embrace the pain if you think someday he can learn to love you back. Otherwise, Let go…coz if you know inside you that he can never love you back no matter what, then no reason for you to hold on and sacrifice for he will never be the one. And what’s the point of fighting for him when he is not worth fighting for?Or should i say.. what’s the use of fighting for someone who never gives you the reason to fight? To let go is one brave thing to do. Coz you are trying to defeat one part of yourself. Let it be you mind or your heart. Fighting with your ownself is one of the  hardest thing to do. But I am so sure that if you will be courageous enough and strong enough, you can win the fight, and can save yourself from more pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;So the saying goes "Live and let Live", this is what I always think of. I have a life to live. And i intend to live it and fill it with all happy moments. Let all the bad and sad moments be gone.Let all those wrong people vanish. Start anew and live life the you want it. Remember…life is too short to waste it over someone WASTED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0); font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;*winks*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-9210757749213588931?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/9210757749213588931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9210757749213588931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/9210757749213588931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/art-of-letting-go.html' title='The Art of Letting Go'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-5611922900276756115</id><published>2009-04-18T15:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:58:55.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can hear no laughters..can see no smiles.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can only hear the cry of my heart and mind.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can feel no love..can get no care…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can only feel the emptiness and the pain so bare…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when will this suffering end?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when will my heart mend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when will i feel you in my arms?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to have and hold you is my wish from afar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i once dreamt that i finally had you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but in my dream you said only friendship will do…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you saw me smile, and you’ll never know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you broke my heart when started to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its all my fault im the one to blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to say no platonic relationship is an excuse so lame.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fell in love with my own decision&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and now to let go and move on i need to pour all my attention.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;il let go but il never leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz i promised to love u till eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-5611922900276756115?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/5611922900276756115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5611922900276756115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5611922900276756115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-2670866759559431709</id><published>2009-04-18T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:58:10.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Is it possible to feel hurt and be happy at the same time? How come when i am alone, i do feel like crying most of the time. Especially when i can’t help thinking about a certain situation which is very complicated. Thinking about it is painful, yes, but just a mere presence of a single person can take all the pain and blues away in an instant. It is a wierd feeling, really, but its real. It does happen, maybe some of you would say its crazy to feel happy when ur hurting. But to some people u just can’t help feeling happy eventhough u feel like crying. complicated ain’t it? mixed emotions are really complicated. you can have a very bad day… full of crap.. but u get just a message or a smile, then ul feel like everything was really ok. that u had a very nice day afterall. at the end of the day, as long as there is someone who can make ur gray skies blue… there will always be a rainbow after every rain in your life. and to the angel on my shoulder, i owe u all the bright days i had, and all the nice feelings i felt…. and thank you for spreading you wings to give me an embrace which made me forget all the pain in my heart….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-2670866759559431709?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/2670866759559431709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-and-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2670866759559431709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2670866759559431709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-and-pain.html' title='Happiness and Pain'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-5457446866028244526</id><published>2009-04-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:57:29.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em; color: rgb(153, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; All the good feelings you once felt can return, except it may be with another person at another time. While you cannot duplicate what you have lost, no one person or situation has the monopoly on being able to bring you happiness. Love, happiness, contentment can reappear in your life in many forms. Don’t get stuck believing only one person or situation can make you happy. Be open to the possibilities. Once something brings us happiness, we humans tend to get stuck believing that only that something can bring us happiness, when in reality many other somethings can also bring us what we desire most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-5457446866028244526?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/5457446866028244526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5457446866028244526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/5457446866028244526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-938575317606579814</id><published>2009-04-18T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:55:39.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dream of Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Sometimes it’s hard to know if you’re real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Often times I’m blinded with what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Whenever you’re around I feel like heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But at times I find it hard to believe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;All things are in right places–everything happend so fast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;As much as I love my present–I’m still haunted by the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Then I look into your eyes and wish that the time will freeze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And when you smile, you put my soul at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;This beauty and madness gets into me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Things are a bit complicated– distance gets between you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I hope someday you’ll find the strength to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;The words that could take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Till then I will only see that you’re not just a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 153, 204); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;That you’re real, as real as I wish you’d be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-938575317606579814?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/938575317606579814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-of-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/938575317606579814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/938575317606579814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-of-reality.html' title='A Dream of Reality'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-4858757874343493022</id><published>2009-04-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:54:42.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in my dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Just the sound of your voice makes me smile all through the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I wish you’re home so I could hold you tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I loved you then–I love you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Things haven’t changed somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Forever it will be you in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I do pray we’ll never part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;In my life it’s only you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;In my heart no one else will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Separated by distance–bonded by love and trust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Our love for each other keeps the flame it’s spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;We’ve had our share of stormy nights,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But everything is settled before day light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Though we don’t witness the rising of the sun together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;You and I have a promise to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;You may be too far–Still I can reach you with my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Road may be too tough–Still I could get there before my heart stops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;We may lose our time–Still I’ll always be yours and you’ll always be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Yet in my mind paranoia strikes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Thoughts of losing you gives my heart painful spikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I’d then go out and look at the skies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Hoping to see a star to wish on tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Wishes that will be carried away by the wind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Up to the skies to God’s hands revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Sprinkles of stardust–aroma of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;There you are standing heaven sent from above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;As i look at you, I still couldn’t believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;That it’s you I see, That you’re here with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;As I took your hand in mine, I felt it’s warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;When I look into your eyes, I saw it’s spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And when we kissed, I tasted your sweetness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Then gone all the bitterness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;In your smile I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;What life’s ahead of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;You and I together for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;My eyes opened as slow as the clock ticking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;My face wet from tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;My heart’s filled with fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;My mind embraced millions of thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;So many questions of why’s and how’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Everything was just a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;My heart is still waiting in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;How I wish I could just close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And never be awaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;So that the dream I had will linger forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-4858757874343493022?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/4858757874343493022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-in-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4858757874343493022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4858757874343493022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-in-my-dream.html' title='Only in my dream....'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-2308175520246074186</id><published>2009-04-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:53:34.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaotic Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Thinking of you makes me wonder…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;From a chaotic past will I ever recover?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Sometimes i see you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Sometimes i don’t…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I can’t seem to see where this is leading on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;The intensity of pain you caused was unbearable…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Yet here I am– a friend whenever I’m able…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I don’t know how this was possible…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But it’s just insanity for some people…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Some say it could be destiny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;And  other says it’s stupidity…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But for me  it’s as  simple as abc…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;There’s a connection between us that others can’t see…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Though we have to face the reality…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;That we’re more good as friends than lovers….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Someday, somehow the past will be forgiven…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But what we had was something that can’t be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-2308175520246074186?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/2308175520246074186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/chaotic-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2308175520246074186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2308175520246074186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/chaotic-past.html' title='Chaotic Past'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-2967739283043916693</id><published>2009-04-18T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:52:45.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why ... oh Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I don’t know where I’ve gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I don’t know why you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Isn’t my love enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Doesn’t it make you complete anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Why do you have to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Why do you have to love someone new?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Why was I not enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Why… tell me why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Why am I still hurting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I can’t seem to get over the pain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I can’t seem to let you go that easy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I can’t seem to just turn around and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;I don’t know what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But I know this time I have to let go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;Still my love for you will linger forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;But I have to set you free for her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-2967739283043916693?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/2967739283043916693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-oh-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2967739283043916693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/2967739283043916693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-oh-why.html' title='Why ... oh Why?'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-7249597945991847679</id><published>2009-04-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:44:08.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise To Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/248435740_2b6323ad9f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/248435740_2b6323ad9f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;There’s a feeling I feel each time you’re near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I feel I can fly without falling, no fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;How I became this brave escapes me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess it’s love or I’m just crazy it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;So go ahead fall in-love, why don’t you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;You can have it all, or at least say that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;For love gives you wings, makes you fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;So they say, but to steal me a kiss, Wow…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;You’d take my breath away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;As I look toward the horizon, I can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;A reflection of paradise, you’re here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I can see you smile, but then again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Is it me you’re with, or a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I walk closer to get a look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;My heart skips a beat, with each step i took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I know now that there’s a chance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;You might ask me to share this dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;So i brave my way to where you stood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I know I have it in me, I know I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Be the one who’s love is true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I dream to say "It might be you…"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;To give oneself is what love’s all about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Thats why my head screams and my heart shouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Words of love soar through the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Like an eagle in flight, without care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Thats only I promise to give you my all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;My love, my life, my body, and my soul…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I have it all well, so it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;prized possessions and broken dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;To look deeper into my treasures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;There is one I know that can not be measured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;What is that thing that beats them all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Is it small, or large, or ten feet tall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Its not the size, nor shape nor color too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Of all the things I’ve cherished– its only you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Promises made, promises broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Will I ever see you again, I’m always hoping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Can my words mean more than just a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Will our love last forever? then tell me how long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;My heart still beats for only you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;In my hours of lonliness what should I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I gave it my all and so did you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I broke your heart and my promise too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I know I’ve hurt you in many ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;To say sorry, a hundred times you heared me say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Tell me how can I convince you, not to pull the plug,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;That there is more I can do to win you back and start anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I’d do anything, anything for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;So start the music, begin the dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ll be there with bells on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;If you’ll give me a chance…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;The harder I try, I scare you away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;But I need you is what I’m trying to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Don’t just say no, think again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;If our love is strong, there will be no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Don’t push me away, just hold on tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I know I could love you all through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;And everyday after will be you and I,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;so why does it hurt, the harder I try…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Every love story begins and ends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;We were once lovers, we were once friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Through the years we’ve seen it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Though our love was strong, we have to fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Our expectations took us for a ride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Now the truth is out, there’s nothing to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Will there be a happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Read between the lines is the message I’m sending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Could we one day celebrate a toast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;to have loved at all is what matters most…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Forever is no a word, its a beautiful place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;To get there together is worth every race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Don’t just say it, believe you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;And if you can’t hold on and take my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I’ll take you there just wait and see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;I believe it can happen–&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);"&gt;Forever you and me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" /&gt; KaKaI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/40.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-7249597945991847679?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/7249597945991847679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/promise-to-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7249597945991847679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/7249597945991847679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/promise-to-forever.html' title='A Promise To Forever'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/248435740_2b6323ad9f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-1681194510768990410</id><published>2009-04-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:38:06.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Found Him Yet?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.relationshipheadquarters.com/romance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.relationshipheadquarters.com/romance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;Find a guy who’ll kiss you just before the traffic light turns green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll close his eyes when he hugs you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll smell your hair every chance he gets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll wipe your sweat with his hanky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll sing your favorite song even if he can’t carry the tune,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll let you rest over his shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll let you sleep on his lap and will give you the first and last bite of his burger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;who’ll squeeze your hand tighter when you squezzed his,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;Find someone who occupies your dream every night…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;And when you find him…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 255);"&gt;NEVER LET HIM GO……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-1681194510768990410?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/1681194510768990410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-found-him-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1681194510768990410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/1681194510768990410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-you-found-him-yet.html' title='Have You Found Him Yet?!'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-3966018081135203899</id><published>2009-04-18T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:34:01.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15902468.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B27E8BC9B-2385-4366-AA77-3BE9583401BF%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 219px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-15902468.jpg?size=67&amp;amp;uid=%7B27E8BC9B-2385-4366-AA77-3BE9583401BF%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a broken man–you say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything is lost before it came your way,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you did tried to be strong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you keep hiding the pain all along…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it’s been awhile since you saw the light,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know how hard you tried to keep the fight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but the time has come for you to see,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that sometimes, things are just not meant to be…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to keep on fighting would only mean losing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now just yourself but also your pride and dignity,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;embrace the pain–no matter hor hard,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in time you’ll see it’s worth the try…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;‘coz time heals all wounds–but leaves the scar to stay,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to remind that you loved in the past and survived the pain,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a broken heart would never remain broken,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somehow–someway it would mend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but for a broken man to mend himself,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all you need is a FRIEND who cares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-3966018081135203899?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/3966018081135203899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3966018081135203899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/3966018081135203899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-man.html' title='A Broken Man'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-4853664098717385047</id><published>2009-04-18T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:28:49.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise... Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-size: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is a gift, but sometimes it comes in package with pain… and you get it by surprise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-4853664098717385047?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/4853664098717385047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4853664098717385047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4853664098717385047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise... Surprise'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-4861900654032693669</id><published>2009-04-18T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:27:03.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" class="entry"&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so empty.. i feel so lonely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i feel like home would take eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how i wish i would reach the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the end of the road and see everybody.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be in this place was my dream,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to help was my conviction,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to survive is my promise,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in this endeavor i swore to be strong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that no distance would make me crumple,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but home will be home….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i will always long for my home sweet home….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-4861900654032693669?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/4861900654032693669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4861900654032693669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/4861900654032693669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4148661685145483432.post-8871486837935088254</id><published>2009-04-18T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:18:37.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a mystery why we fall in-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51); font-size: 1.4em;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is a mystery why it happens. It is a mystery when it comes. It is a mystery why some love grow and it is a mystery why some love fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes. But you will never do anymore than the life out of experience. Just as life itself is something more than the sum of bones and muscles and electrical impulses in the body. Love is something more than the sum of interests and attractions and commonalities that two people share. And just as life itself is a gift that comes in its own time., so too, the coming of love must be taken as an unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes—hopefully, at least once in your life- the gift of love will come to you in full flower. And you will take hold of it and celebrate it in its inexpressible beauty. This is a dream we all share. More often, it will come and take hold of you, celebrate you for a brief moment, then move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When it happens to young people, they too often try to grasp the love and hold it to them, refusing to see that it is a gift freely given and a gift that just as freely moves away. When they fall out of love, or the person the love feels the spirit of love leaving, they try desperately to reclaim the love that is lost rather than accepting the gift for what it was, then move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;They want answers, where there are no answers. They want to know what is wrong with them that makes the other person no longer love them or not love them at all, or they try to get a lover to change, thinking that if some small things were different, love would bloom again. They blame their circumstances and say that if they go far away and start a new life together, their love would grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;They try anything to give meaning to what has happened, but there is no meaning fall in-love beyond the love itself and until they accept its own mysterious ways, they live in a sea of&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;         You need to know this about love, and accept it. You need to treat what brings&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;All you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes into your life. you kindness. If you find yourself in-love with someone who does not love you, be gentle with yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. Love juts didn’t choose to rest in the other person’s heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Do not take advantage, and do not cause pain. How you deal with love, love will deal with you. And all our hearts feel the same pains and joys, even if our lives and ways are very different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If you fall in-love with another, and he or she falls in-love with you and then love chooses to leave. Do not try to reclaim it or asses blame—let it go! There is a reason and there is a meaning. You will know it in time, but time itself will choose a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Remember that you don’t choose love… love chooses you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;All you can really do is accept it for its mystery when it comes into your life.Feel the way it fill you to overwhelming, then reach out and give it away. Give it back to the person who brought it alive in you. Give it to others who seem poor in spirit. Give it to the world around you in anyway you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;This is where many lovers go wrong. Having been so long without love, they understand love only as a need. They see their hearts as empty spaces that will be filled. They begin to look at love as something that flows to them rather than learn from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the first blush of new love, they are filled to overwhelming. But as their love cools. They revert to seeing their love as a need. They cease to be someone who generates love and instead become someone who seeks love. They forget that secret of is that is a gift, and it can be made to grow only by giving it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Remember this and keep this in your heart. Love has it own time. Its own season and its own reason for coming and going. You cannot bribe it or force it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you. But if it chooses to leave from your heart of from the heart of your lover, there is nothing you can do. Love always has been and always be a mystery. Be glad that it came to live for a moment in your life. If keep your heart open it will come again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Love always come and go… if it choose to leave from your heart or from the heart of your partner.. just wait for the right time.. who knows maybe you were really meant to be.. yet you just met on the wrong time… when the right time comes.. you’ll find your destiny…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4148661685145483432-8871486837935088254?l=ladykakai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/feeds/8871486837935088254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-mystery-why-we-fall-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8871486837935088254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4148661685145483432/posts/default/8871486837935088254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladykakai.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-mystery-why-we-fall-in-love.html' title='It is a mystery why we fall in-love'/><author><name>Kakai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03180301844131053032</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/_ubF-MIhjpdE/Seuc0iAtg-I/AAAAAAAAABU/r-PTSIDgivo/S220/26072008372-001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
