<?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-7447783834587772029</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:00:32.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JASMINE♥</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11202261793797307605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48aS2d0Uzv4/TAdIwF3x_nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m_0l7b43-QY/S220/Image172.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447783834587772029.post-7188870063160637058</id><published>2011-10-25T03:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T04:06:47.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this part..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm completely overwhelmed by all my thoughts and doubts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've no idea what I want right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've been really bothered lately, about life and my relationship. Sometimes, it's so bad that I let my mood take over me.. I might have already hurt my dearest not just once. All those thoughts flood me with nothing but pain, insomnia and tears. So much happened lately. I told someone that I once wanted to be married to my dearest.. However, after all that had happened, I'm having doubts to my statement. Though he never once said that he's utterly disappointed with me, I know he is. My lack of confidence, pessimistic mindset, along with the truth, keeps bringing me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know he truly loves me. I'm aware of how well he had been treating me with tender, love and care. But I just can't help it. I'm extremely exhausted. With long working hours, unhappiness at work and disputes with family, I've no idea how long more, can i withstand these. Frankly speaking, I thought of nothing but just running away from reality. I ever thought of holding 2jobs, just wear myself out and be too tired to bother about anything. I ever thought of running away from my family, from Singapore. I don't know what lies ahead of me.. Looking at my current situation, I'm fully aware that I'm not going anywhere far. Having not much education, relying on my family and boyfriend, I can never survive for the long run... Sometimes, I think I'm better off dead than to live on and be a burden for my love ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I've made my boyfriend, someone who doesn't cry easily, cried more than once, for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That isn't something to be proud of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know that I'm not the best for him, be it age, physically or mentally. I wish, for once he'll take me seriously when i ask if he knows that I'm not the best for him and that we're not that compatible. I knew the answers to my questions right from the start. However, I was naive. I thought I will and able to change, to be a better person, to be good enough for him and even his ideal partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was wrong.. I became worst and I'm aware I'm not like how I was when I just got together with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I gave him enough troubles and pain. He doesn't deserve these. He came all the way here to earn more for a living, to lead a better life and not tolerating someone like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If he ever, decide to leave me after reading this, I'll respect his decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pCO9dWPanc/TqXDlIEYISI/AAAAAAAAALI/J-W152YtCe4/s200/IMG-20111023-00054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667150748704055586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I just wish to tell him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"I'VE LOVED YOU, I STILL AM AND WILL ALWAYS, LOVE YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447783834587772029-7188870063160637058?l=jas-chen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/feeds/7188870063160637058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-this-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/7188870063160637058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/7188870063160637058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-hate-this-part.html' title='i hate this part..'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11202261793797307605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48aS2d0Uzv4/TAdIwF3x_nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m_0l7b43-QY/S220/Image172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pCO9dWPanc/TqXDlIEYISI/AAAAAAAAALI/J-W152YtCe4/s72-c/IMG-20111023-00054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447783834587772029.post-7172763684357187690</id><published>2011-08-23T04:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T05:22:53.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart does things for reasons that reason cannot understand.. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;2days without my dearest was hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Boyfriend left for malaysia on the 20th. As I knew that we won't be able to contact during his stay there, i decided to meet him after work just to send him home, before his trip. I felt really guilty as he waited for an hour or so, just for me to knock off. He had a long and tiring day at work, had to do staging. Instead of going straight home to rest, he stayed till 5:30am just for me to knock off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;You've no idea how bad I felt that night..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Things got worst after he left.. I missed him dearly. I missed him so bad that I had no mood for work. Everyone thought i was sick and tired. Some was askin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;g why do I look bored, some thought i was rather pale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;True enough, I was unwell that night. I was shivering for hours at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Later that night, while I was on my way home, I w&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as followed. I was so worried that the same thing would happen to me again.. The very first person that came up my mind was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;however, he wasn't in town.. I had no choice but to call someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;Just 2days and I couldn't stand it.. I can never imagine one day, he decide to go back to his hometown for a month. Let's not talk about a month, give me a week, I'll prolly start packing my bag and run to his hometown just to catch a glimpse of him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had a pleasant surprise from my baby boy on Sunday night though! He came back to town one day earlier. Once he reached Singapore, he gave me a call. I thought he was home and ready for bed. To my surprise, he was at my house downstairs, waiting for the mome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;nt, t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;o tell me to go down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; *thoughts; &lt;b&gt;How sweet can he be?? :)*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDNi7yO9RP0/TlLEsXa-vrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FIrVA4bqj4U/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643789549529120434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;No words can explain how much I love this boy, how I feel for him.. No one had ever treat me like how he does or treasure me like how he does. No one had ever made me felt like I meant almost everything to them, like he does. Neither did anyone ever spend so much effort just to do alil something for me, as a present..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LiE1jxdfBSs/TlLEsjkV3bI/AAAAAAAAALA/xTzvhpQqykM/s200/DSCF2478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643789552789609906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR THIS PRESENT, FOR OUR 1ST MONTHIVERSARY BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U1vjzhHMUuU/TlLEsddI7CI/AAAAAAAAAK4/_TgS90zXLzg/s200/Image048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643789551148788770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As we head towards our 2nd Monthiversary and so on, I'll like to dedicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/rIIH5-TRsUY"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; to you. It't almost similar to how I feel about knowing you right from the start till now, having endless dreams(or rather nightmares that you didn't like/love me) about you, how I feel about being with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;I LOVE YOU, MY PIN!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447783834587772029-7172763684357187690?l=jas-chen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/feeds/7172763684357187690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-does-things-for-reasons-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/7172763684357187690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/7172763684357187690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/08/heart-does-things-for-reasons-that.html' title='the heart does things for reasons that reason cannot understand.. ♥'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11202261793797307605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48aS2d0Uzv4/TAdIwF3x_nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m_0l7b43-QY/S220/Image172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDNi7yO9RP0/TlLEsXa-vrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FIrVA4bqj4U/s72-c/Image045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447783834587772029.post-3343572772007887200</id><published>2011-08-01T16:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:01:44.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've moved on..♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Time flies, when i'm with him.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;No one, including us, had ever thought we would end up together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;We met at Zouk last year, November. He caught my attention, however, we never once spoke to each other till 2months later, after i left Zouk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;Our first time meeting up, was on his birthday, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;23May 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;. It was a last minute thing like "hey, im free from this time to this time! deal? deal!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;From strangers, to ex-colleagues, friends, lovers..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; And now, we're together!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNDkPVBw4k0/TjZlp59xCAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mm7_uMIH0jI/s200/Image004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635803754309683202" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our first trip to USS!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Me5HKE-L6yY/TjZmDZbB25I/AAAAAAAAAKg/kjAgUxmcikw/s200/Image018.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635804192250649490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usual night out lepak at Sentosa's Siloso Beach! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xbrIH6pRv9E/TjZmDi-vqyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/2rY3nqj4Ubk/s200/Image030.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635804194816371490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); "&gt;I LOVE YOU TRUCKLOADS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/03/bs-18th.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447783834587772029-3343572772007887200?l=jas-chen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/feeds/3343572772007887200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-moved-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/3343572772007887200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447783834587772029/posts/default/3343572772007887200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jas-chen.blogspot.com/2011/08/ive-moved-on.html' title='i&apos;ve moved on..♥'/><author><name>jasmine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11202261793797307605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_48aS2d0Uzv4/TAdIwF3x_nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/m_0l7b43-QY/S220/Image172.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sNDkPVBw4k0/TjZlp59xCAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mm7_uMIH0jI/s72-c/Image004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
