<?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-19777006</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:08.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>until. next. time.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-114975454503724207</id><published>2006-06-08T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T16:15:45.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i just needed to let you know, somehow, that i've never regretted being your friend either. those days suan-ing each other, they were just irreplaceable. and nobody has taken your place as my best friend either, much as i've tried to search for one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's just one more thing you need to know, my world isnt just filled with guys. your shadows might have left my writings, but memories always remain. and there has always been space and time in my heart (: i missed you my friend..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777006-114975454503724207?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114975454503724207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=114975454503724207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114975454503724207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114975454503724207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-just-needed-to-let-you-know-somehow.html' title=''/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-114322057454175694</id><published>2006-03-25T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:16:14.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you said i'd be ta cherie, no matter what, and you ask me, do i still want you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with all my heart, i would say, &lt;strong&gt;oui&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but i also know that it would be the most selfish thing i could have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my first wish from that bottle of wishing stars: &lt;em&gt;time&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/19777006-114322057454175694?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114322057454175694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i believe that you love me, but i dont think i love you enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i dont think i am emotionally mature enough to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i think i will still place studies and other responsibilities over our relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i dont trust enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i think it's going to be unfair to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- becus i am not ready to commit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i ask you, do you still want me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777006-114318096548888735?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114318096548888735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=114318096548888735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114318096548888735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114318096548888735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/2006/03/becus-i-believe-that-you-love-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-114304717686205733</id><published>2006-03-23T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T01:06:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thought abt it, talked to my few close friends who know practically everything going on in my life abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;she tells me to forget it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;srsly, i'm considering it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if i can summarize everything, these few weeks have been &lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt; for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hell, becus i cant bring myself to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if i do, i think i'm gonna be pretty cold hearted for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cold, like ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;except that this block of ice probably wont be melting for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder  if you would still hold on to me if i wanted to let go, i wish you would, becus deep in my heart that flame's still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you could hold me close and feel my heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wonder if you sense sth thru my words, that fear, that hesitation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont wanta hurt any more people, if only you could understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;becus you said, love is not something to be forgotten easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;becus i believed, that if its meant to be, it would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm not giving it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm just wondering, if i could get to know you all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if i could just pretend to be a stranger in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretend it nvr happened, pretend its happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maybe i'll take my time this round, i nvr like things to be in such a hurry anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i should just forget it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;guys are weird creatures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the more i try to avoid them, the nearer they get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and to think that my new year's resolution was to not get into any bgr for the next two years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its an irony i use to critisize myself with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;forgetting wont be easy i know, but its by far the simplest way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;with that heart of ice and those frozen tears;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i'd be someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;who can only dream about her fantasies in romance novels and fairytales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777006-114304717686205733?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114304717686205733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=114304717686205733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114304717686205733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114304717686205733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-abt-it-talked-to-my-few-close.html' title=''/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-114303691662558964</id><published>2006-03-22T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:27:13.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometimes i wonder if i'm doing the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i think of you, subconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i hesitate; i ask myself if you still belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i really dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel my tears drop, i question myself if theyre worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;time will tell, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i walk down the same street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;theres a big hole and i can see it, but i still fall in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its dark and hopeless and i'm just a lil scared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;its my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i dont feel like ever getting out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and you ppl HAVE to read &lt;em&gt;the lovely bones&lt;/em&gt; by alice sebold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read the chinese translation, but qianni said the original was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just read it, its on family&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est tout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777006-114303691662558964?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114303691662558964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=114303691662558964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114303691662558964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114303691662558964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-wonder-if-im-doing-right.html' title=''/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-114229326652970301</id><published>2006-03-14T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T07:41:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;sometimes i think youre a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not just you, but you and you and YOU too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay dont mind me i'm just starting to develop a slight distaste for random guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19777006-114229326652970301?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/114229326652970301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=114229326652970301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114229326652970301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19777006/posts/default/114229326652970301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/2006/03/sometimes-i-think-youre-jerk.html' title=''/><author><name>starprincess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14789369566844746570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/20/1759/1024/scan0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19777006.post-113974238122912325</id><published>2006-02-12T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:20:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what you think you have deleted&lt;br /&gt;is not really as impt&lt;br /&gt;as what you have taken away.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;hacker040506.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its a terrible thing to know&lt;br /&gt;you dont really have true friends in your own sch&lt;br /&gt;the cliques; all with a brush of superficialty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for my true friends&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends who stood by me&lt;br /&gt;thru thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;despite not being in my sch&lt;br /&gt;despite not talking to me everyday&lt;br /&gt;thanks for letting me know&lt;br /&gt;that whatever happens&lt;br /&gt;you'd all be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad,&lt;br /&gt;to have my darling&lt;br /&gt;to wipe my tears away when i cry&lt;br /&gt;to simply lend me a listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;they say girlfriends stay but boyfriends dont&lt;br /&gt;i beg to differ,&lt;br /&gt;cus you're different.&lt;br /&gt;for you,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be strong.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for simply being there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you said the tears i shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wasnt worth the mistrust of a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i didnt agree at first, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but now i have to say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you might be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;you cant have everything in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i chose certain things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont regret my choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;goodbye, my dear friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm just too tired to keep up with this anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have hurt others;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i've tried my best;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm sorry it still wasnt enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont think there is anything else i could do, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if you still dont believe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i saw as the trust you had in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;slipped past my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;as for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i dont know if i can place my trust in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;friendship is the strongest thing in the world;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet it is also the most fragile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;i take back my words two years ago&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yet perhaps youre the one abandonning me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;if there's anything you hold against me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i sincerely apologise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but dont tell me about it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just want to forget everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its time i learn the importance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have told the person with the same name as myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to move on and never look back.&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/19777006-113974238122912325?l=art-isticimagination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://art-isticimagination.blogspot.com/feeds/113974238122912325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19777006&amp;postID=113974238122912325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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