<?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-4872997933341658601</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:48:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>▲</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-352184115319949537</id><published>2012-01-31T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T02:48:42.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This simplicity, the quiet happiness everyone can receive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was quiet. in a good way. Lovely way. In my own, on my own. Happy. Really happy tonight. Things that are bonuses in my life, being able to contribute to someone else's bonuses in their lives, and appreciations, appreciations to the world that they won't know how thankful I'm to be able to hear it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some plans for myself. Not big ones. Small ones. Those that will make me happy. Hoping everything will turn out well, even if it doesn't matter to anyone else. This quiet happiness I love. What a lovely night. To talk in my little space. To talk like this sometimes in my little head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no one will know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-352184115319949537?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/352184115319949537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/352184115319949537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-simplicity-quiet-happiness.html' title='This simplicity, the quiet happiness everyone can receive.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-7441930655315456416</id><published>2012-01-30T01:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T01:29:23.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;skinny girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Half naked skinny girls. Black little kitties, cigarettes with red lipsticks, long blue hair, skateboards, oversized. stuff. &amp;amp; film photography. Able to think freely, no worries, shorts denim shirts piles of clothes in a messy room, with a little organizing skills. Shoes. lots of shoes. Black ones, with chunky heels, wedges and boots. Quotes. Lovely quotes, words that makes my day, bring me through life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like how I live. I like how I want to live. I like how everything falls perfectly into my life. Happy unhappy people family friends animals. NEVER let hatred get in. again. yet. maybe. Accept changes, learn changes, get to know changes. whats changing within me. My body thoughts speech actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it. I like this. I like that. I like me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-7441930655315456416?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/7441930655315456416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/7441930655315456416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-like.html' title='I like.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-7835303097975203133</id><published>2012-01-29T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:26:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things that meant the whole world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Playground was the hangout spot and gameboy was a wish. Playstation was godlike and studies was a breeze. Money was nothing and looks were ignored. Sharing was a must and my sister was a chore. &lt;/span&gt;Colouring books were my favourites and toys were my prizes. Cartoons were my heros and puzzles were the nicest. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All has faded, all is gone, but all was great when it came along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-7835303097975203133?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/7835303097975203133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/7835303097975203133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-things-that-meant-whole-world.html' title='Little things that meant the whole world.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-5487197983672675840</id><published>2012-01-25T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:16:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving everything inside my pocket for a day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Clothed in half of what was on last night, on the bed, sofa, carpet, anywhere nice and sleepable, get a first puff from the nearest cigarette while getting change into comfy clothes. Skate down to the nearest place to could get food, daily needs and proceed to doing whatever in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would probably love to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-5487197983672675840?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/5487197983672675840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/5487197983672675840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaving-everything-inside-my-pocket-for.html' title='Leaving everything inside my pocket for a day.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-8867243920602027006</id><published>2012-01-24T01:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:20:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're never gonna know at the rate you're going.</title><content type='html'>Its not your fault for not knowing, and its my choice for not telling. I'm not gonna bother to break our hearts, neither will I think about you being here for me. I feel lousy right now and Its alright that I am not feeling anything about it, yet. The sourness, the cringe, its not around tonight. I could, if I would, lie around in an empty apartment lying around naked with cigarettes everywhere. Not depress, just lifestyle. Actually, I'm just going to go to bed. I'm not gonna tell you,&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no one will. &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/4872997933341658601-8867243920602027006?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/8867243920602027006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/8867243920602027006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/youre-never-gonna-know-at-rate-youre.html' title='You&apos;re never gonna know at the rate you&apos;re going.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-2250449310102218111</id><published>2012-01-17T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:44:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't own everything, but I don't deserved anything either.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A rather happy thought, I feel really grateful today. Even though I had to go through a 2hour class with my uncomfortable cramps which eventually subsided after a short nap, I'm still glad to be where I'm right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've many things in life I can be thankful of, which I'm not going to go down the list. Just looking around me have already unlimited amount of things that I don't RIGHTFULLY deserved. The moment I was born with loved, fed, educated and probably many other countless things, I've already been considered pampered. I don't own everything, but I don't deserved anything either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-2250449310102218111?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/2250449310102218111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/2250449310102218111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-dont-own-everything-but-i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t own everything, but I don&apos;t deserved anything either.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4872997933341658601.post-3689457777087314854</id><published>2012-01-16T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T01:33:09.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blog that wasn't suppose to be around.</title><content type='html'>After reading spaces that I haven't read in a long time, I realize I used blogger in a different way which I did back then, where I express my thoughts and details about my daily activities with a HUGE amount of photos about the day. Very personal, but it moved on to a platform where I share my personal style and inspirations. Looking back, I really miss the times where I could pen down my thoughts and I decided to open up a new space using my previous URL. Rare thoughts, might even be forgotten, but I'll give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4872997933341658601-3689457777087314854?l=lylovesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/3689457777087314854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4872997933341658601/posts/default/3689457777087314854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lylovesyou.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-that-wasn.html' title='The blog that wasn&apos;t suppose to be around.'/><author><name>LY</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kinqNOMEVr0/TwIH-C5JGeI/AAAAAAAACoo/ZHZjKCCuyZ4/s220/banner%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
