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<title>why ?</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1414957</link>
<description>A boy and a girl &lt;br />The best of friends &lt;br />From elementary to high school &lt;br />From beginning to end &lt;br />Through all these years &lt;br />Their friendship grew &lt;br />They both felt the same &lt;br />But neither knew &lt;br />Each waking moment &lt;br />Since the day that they met &lt;br />They both loved each other &lt;br />Sunrise to sunset &lt;br />He was all she had &lt;br />In her terrible life &lt;br />He was the one &lt;br />Who kept her from her knife &lt;br />She was his angel &lt;br />She made him smile &lt;br />Though life threw him curves &lt;br />She made it worth all the while &lt;br />Then one day &lt;br />Things went terribly wrong &lt;br />The next few weeks &lt;br />Were like a very sad song &lt;br />He made her jealous &lt;br />On purpose he tried &lt;br />When the girl asked &quot;do you love her?&quot; &lt;br />On purpose he lied &lt;br />He played with jealousy &lt;br />Like it was a game &lt;br />Little did he know &lt;br />Things would never be the same &lt;br />His plan was working &lt;br />But he had no clue &lt;br />How wrong things would go &lt;br />The damage he&#39;d do &lt;br />Then one night she broke down &lt;br />Feeling very alone &lt;br />Just her and the blade &lt;br />No one was home &lt;br />She dialled his number &lt;br />He answered &quot;hello&quot; &lt;br />She told him she loved him &lt;br />Then hung up the phone &lt;br />He raced to her house &lt;br />But came a minute too late &lt;br />Found her lying in blood &lt;br />And her heart had no rate &lt;br />Beside her was a note &lt;br />And in it her confession &lt;br />Her love for this boy &lt;br />Her only obsession &lt;br />As he read the note &lt;br />He knelt down and cried &lt;br />Grabbed her knife &lt;br />And that night they both died &lt;br />She was found in his arms &lt;br />Both of them dead &lt;br />Under her note &lt;br />His handwriting said &lt;br />&quot; i loved her so &lt;br />She never knew &lt;br />All this time &lt;br />I loved her too&quot; &lt;img alt="awww" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/999/6395770.965475.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="awwww!!" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/999/6395821.7fbd1a.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="how strong?" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/999/6395867.7b5a04.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="a chance to live" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/999/6395869.928f20.jpg" border="3" />&lt;br /></description>
<category>Romance &amp; Relationships</category>
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<pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2005 01:59 EST</pubDate>
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<title>a life lesson to remember</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1404983</link>
<description>&lt;p>&gt;&#160; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; A story tells that two friends&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; were walking&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; through the desert&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; During some point of the&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; journey they had an&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; argument, and one friend&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; slapped the other one&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; in the face.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The one who got slapped&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; was hurt, but without&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; saying anything,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; wrote in the sand:&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; TODAY MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; They kept on walking&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; until they found an oasis,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; where they decided&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; to take a bath.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The one who had been&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; slapped got stuck in the&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; mire and started drowning,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; but the friend saved him.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; After he recovered from&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; the near drowning,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; he wrote on a stone:&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; TODAY MY BEST FRIEND&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; SAVED MY LIFE.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The friend who had slapped&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; and saved his best friend&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; asked him, &quot;After I hurt you,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; you wrote in the sand and now,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; you write on a stone, why?&quot;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; The other friend replied&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; &quot;When someone hurts us&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; we should write it down&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; in sand where winds of&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; forgiveness can erase it away.&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; But, when someone does&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; something good for us,&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; we must engrave it in stone&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; where no wind&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; can ever erase it.&quot;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; LEARN TO WRITE&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; YOUR HURTS IN&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; THE SAND AND TO&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; CARVE YOUR&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br />&gt; &gt; &gt;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; BENEFITS IN STONE.&lt;/p></description>
<category>Miscellaneous</category>
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<pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2005 04:09 EST</pubDate>
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<title>a tragik love story...how heartbreaking</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1400940</link>
<description>Once upOn a tym der waS diSz gUy hu waS verii muCh in luB wit diSz giRL. DiSz rOmantiK guY fOLded 1ooo picEz Ov paper Crane aS a giFt tOo hiS giRL. AlthOugh @ the tym he waS juS a ShmaLL eXiCutive iN hiS cOmpani,ahn hiS futuRe didn`t seEm tOo bwiGht, dey wEre verii hapPii 2gethEr. Until One dai hiS giRL tOld him shE waS gOin tOo paRiS aHn waS &lt;strong>nevaH cumMin baCk&lt;/strong>. She aLsO tOLd him daT shE cuD nOt viSualizE ani fuTure fOr the bOth Ov dEm, sOo d3y shUd gO der Own waiiSz deR aHn dEn....hEaRtbwOken, thE gUy agrEed.&#160; Wen hE reGainEd hiS ConfiDenCe he weRkeD haRd dai &amp; niGht,sLoGgin hiS bOdii ahN miNd juS tOo makE suMtiNk OutTa hImseLf.FiNallii wiT aLL hiS haRdwOrk ahN thE heLp Ov fweNz,thiS gUy haD seT uP hiS OwN cOmpany.&lt;strong>&quot;yOo nevah faiL uNtil yOo stOp tryIng&quot;, &lt;/strong>he tOld hiMseLf.&quot;I muSzt maKe iT iN liFe !!&quot; &lt;br />One RaiNy dai whiLe hE waS dwiVing,he Saw aHn eLderly cOupLe shaRing aN uMbreLLa iN thE raIn waLkin tU suM deStinAtiOn. Even wit thE uMbreLLa, dey waS stiLL drEnChed. It diDn`t taKe hiM daT lOng tOo rEaLise thOse weRe hiS X-girLfwenS paRentz.With a HeaRt iN getTin baK @ deM, he DrOve sLowLi paSt the cOuple,waItin fOr dEm tOo spOt hIm in hiS lUxery sEdan.He wAnted deM tOo knOw he waSn`t thE saMe anymOre,he hAd hIs Own cOmpani, Cah, CondO, ect... hE haD madE it iN lIfe !! &lt;br />ThE gUy diDn`t rEaLiSe bhU the cOupLe waS waLkin 2 a CemetaRy, sOo hE gOt Out Ov hiS Cah aHn fOllowEd deM.... aHn he Saw hIs X-giRlfwen. A fOto Ov heR sweEtli sMiling aS ever...frOm heR tOmbstOne, aHn he Saw hIs preCiOus paPer cRaneS plaCed iN a bOttLe bEside hEr. Her paRents Sawhim; hE waLked Over ahN akSed waH waS gOin On??? &lt;strong>whUY haD diSz hapPned?!! &lt;/strong>TheY Xplained shE haD nOt leFt fOr paRiS aT aLL, shE waS iLL striCken wiT caNceR. In heR hEarT, shE beLieved daT hE wuD maKe iT suMdai,ahN shE diD nOt waN heR iLLnesS tOo B hiS ObstaCle..therefOre shE haD chOsen tOo leaVe hiM. She haD wanTed heR paRentS tOo puT thE papErcraNes Beside heR soO daT if One dai faTe brinGs hiM baK toO her agAin, he Cud taKe suM Ov thOse baK wit hiM aS a remiNder Ov wat dEy haD 2getHer aHn daT shE stiLL luBed hiMz. thE guUy juS wepT... </description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 20:39 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Please Don`t Hurt Ur Girl</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1395024</link>
<description>If ur girl is willing to be with through all pain n problems...&lt;br />it means she really loves u n she is willing to&lt;br />endure all the pain u face....&lt;br />would u wanna let go off ur girl...the only one who loves u truly?&lt;br />if ur girl is happy for u no matter what ur happy about...&lt;br />it means that she is willing to share ur joy n&lt;br />happiness even if at that moment she is goin&lt;br />through pain....&lt;br />would u wanna let go off ur girl...the only one who truly loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl tells u that she loves the way u hold,touch&lt;br />n embrace her...&lt;br />it means that she is letting u know that ur special&lt;br />to her n that she loves everything about u.....&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl...&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl always says that ur better than&lt;br />her in all fields; it&lt;br />means that she always wans to b number two after&lt;br />u n she always wans u there to guide her through&lt;br />her life n most importantly she respects u....&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl....&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl never gives up n always waits for u&lt;br />patiently no matter how long it takes for u to come&lt;br />back to her...&lt;br />it means that she never wanna b without u n ur the&lt;br />only one in her heart n the one she truly loves......&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl...&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl never asks u why u never say &#39;i love u&#39; to&lt;br />her as often as she does it...&lt;br />means that she&#39;s trying her best to understand ur&lt;br />situation n she doesnt want u to get sick of her&lt;br />complaning. It means she really loves u n she&#39;s so&lt;br />damn understanding....&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl...&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl never rushes u into a relationship even&lt;br />after u confess ur feelings to her just bcoz u told&lt;br />her to wait for u till ur work is done...&lt;br />it means dat she is willing to wait for u for&lt;br />the rest of her life just to hear the word yes i&lt;br />wanna b with u bcoz she loves only u n she&#39;s willing to&lt;br />sacrifice it....&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl...&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />if ur girl cries for u just becoz she misses u...&lt;br />it means that she always wans to be wit u n she&lt;br />only feels secure when she&#39;s wit u....&lt;br />would u wanna let go of ur girl....&lt;br />the only one who loves u?&lt;br />there is a lot that a girl would do for a guy she&lt;br />loves but sometimes guys just dun seem 2&lt;br />understand that.pliz dun let go of ur girls bcoz u&lt;br />might just kill her soul.....plz dun hurt her!!! </description>
<category>Romance &amp; Relationships</category>
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<pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2005 06:01 EST</pubDate>
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<title>"I Love You" in many of languaes</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1393077</link>
<description>&lt;p align="center">&lt;strong>&lt;u>I Love You, In Many Languages:&lt;img src="../smi/38.gif" border="0" />&lt;/u>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>English - I love you&lt;br />Afrikaans - Ek het jou lief&lt;br />Albanian - Te dua&lt;br />Arabic - Ana behibak (to male)&lt;br />Arabic - Ana behibek (to female)&lt;br />Armenian - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br />Bambara - M&#39;bi fe&lt;br />Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi&lt;br />Belarusian - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br />Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br />Bulgarian - Obicham te&lt;br />Cambodian - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br />Cantonese Chinese - Ngo oi ney&lt;br />Catalan - T&#39;estimo&lt;br />Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br />Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br />Corsican - Ti tengu caru (to male)&lt;br />Creol - Mi aime jou&lt;br />Croatian - Volim te&lt;br />Czech - Miluji te&lt;br />Danish - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br />Dutch - Ik hou van jou&lt;br />Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br />Estonian - Ma armastan sind&lt;br />Ethiopian - Afgreki&#39;&lt;br />Faroese - Eg elski teg&lt;br />Farsi - Doset daram&lt;br />Filipi no - Mahal kita&lt;br />Finnish - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br />French - Je t&#39;aime, Je t&#39;adore&lt;br />Gaelic - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br />Georgian - Mikvarhar&lt;br />German - Ich liebe dich&lt;br />Greek - S&#39;agapo&lt;br />Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;br />Hiligaynon - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br />Hawaiian - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;br />Hebrew - Ani ohev otah (to female)&lt;br />Hebrew - Ani ohev et otha (to male)&lt;br />Hiligaynon - Guina higugma ko ikaw&lt;br />Hindi - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br />Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br />Hopi - Nu&#39; umi unangwa&#39;ta&lt;br />Hungarian - Szeretlek&lt;br />Icelandic - Eg elska tig&lt;br />Ilonggo - Palangga ko ikaw&lt;br />Indonesian - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br />Inuit - Negligevapse&lt;br />Irish - Taim i&#39; ngra leat&lt;br />Italian - Ti amo&lt;br />Japanese - Aishiteru&lt;br />Kannada - Naanu ninna preetisuttene&lt;br />Kapampangan - Kaluguran daka&lt;br />Kiswahili - Nakupenda&lt;br />Konkani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;br />Korean - Sarang Heyo&lt;br />Latin - Te amo&lt;br />Latvian - Es tevi miilu&lt;br />Lebanese - Bahibak&lt;br />Lithuanian - Tave myliu&lt;br />Malay - Aku cinta&lt;br />padamu&lt;br />Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br />Mandarin - Wo ai ni&lt;br />Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;br />Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br />Moroccan - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br />Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br />Navaho - Ayor anosh&#39;ni&lt;br />Norwegian - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br />Pandacan - Syota na kita!!&lt;br />Pangasinan - Inaru Taka&lt;br />Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br />Persian - Doo-set daaram&lt;br />Pig Latin - Iay ovlay ouyay&lt;br />Polish - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br />Portuguese - Eu te amo&lt;br />Romanian - Te ubesk&lt;br />Russian - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br />Scot Gaelic - Tha gra&#92;dh agam ort&lt;br />Serbian - Volim te&lt;br />Setswana - Ke a go rata&lt;br />Sign Language - ,&#92;,,/ (represents position&lt;br />of fingers&lt;br />when signing&#39;I Love You&#39;)&lt;br />Sindhi - Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan&lt;br />Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br />Slovak - Lu`bim ta&lt;br />Slovenian - Ljubim te&lt;br />Spanish - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br />Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br />Swedish - Jag alskar dig&lt;br />Swiss-German - Ich lieb Di&lt;br />Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br />Taiwanese - Wa ga ei li&lt;br />Tahitian - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br />Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br />Telugu - Nenu ninnu premistunnanu&lt;br />Thai - Chan rak khun (to male)&lt;br />Thai - Phom rak khun (to female)&lt;br />Turkish - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br />Ukrainian - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;br />Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;br />Vietnamese - Anh ye^u em (to female)&lt;br />Vietnamese - Em ye^u anh (to male)&lt;br />Welsh - &#39;Rwy&#39;n dy garu&lt;br />Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;br />Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;/p></description>
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<title>MY MOM: touching story;how could a son b so cruel</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1373662</link>
<description>&lt;p>My mom only had one eye. i hated&lt;br />her... she was&lt;br />such an embarrassment.. my mom ran a&lt;br />small&lt;br />shop at a flea market. she collected little&lt;br />weeds&lt;br />and such to sell... anything for the money we&lt;br />needed. she was such an embarrassment.&lt;br />there&lt;br />was this one day during elementary school..&lt;/p>&lt;p>it was field day, and my mom came. i was so&lt;br />embarrassed. how could she do this to me? i&lt;br />threw&lt;br />her a hateful look and ran out.&lt;/p>&lt;p>the next day at school...&lt;br />&quot;your mom only has one eye?!?!&quot; ..and they&lt;br />taunted me. i wished that my mom would just&lt;br />disappear from this world so i said to my&lt;br />mom,&lt;br />&quot;mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! if&lt;br />you&#39;re&lt;br />only gonna make me a laughingstock, why&lt;br />dont&lt;br />you just die?!!!&quot;&lt;br />my mom did not respond..&lt;br />i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time,&lt;br />it&lt;br />felt good to think that i had said what i&#39;d&lt;br />wanted to&lt;br />say all this time.. maybe it was because my&lt;br />mom&lt;br />hadnt punished me, but i didnt think that i had&lt;br />hurt&lt;br />her feelings very badly.&lt;/p>&lt;p>that night...&lt;br />i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a&lt;br />glass&lt;br />of water. my mom was crying there, so quietly,&lt;br />as&lt;br />if&lt;br />she was afraid that she might wake me. i took&lt;br />a&lt;br />look at her, then turned away. because of the&lt;br />thing&lt;br />i had said to her earlier, there was something&lt;br />pinching at me in the corner of my heart.&lt;br />even so, i hated my mother who was crying&lt;br />out of&lt;br />her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow&lt;br />up&lt;br />and become successful.&lt;br />cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our&lt;br />desperate poverty..&lt;/p>&lt;p>then i studied real hard.&lt;br />i left my mother and came to Seoul and&lt;br />studied,&lt;br />and got accepted in the Seoul University with&lt;br />all&lt;br />the confidence i had.&lt;/p>&lt;p>then, i got married.&lt;br />i bought a house of my own.&lt;br />then i had kids, too..&lt;br />now i&#39;m living happily as a successful man.&lt;br />i like it here because it&#39;s a place that doesnt&lt;br />remind me of my mom.&lt;/p>&lt;p>this happiness was getting bigger and bigger,&lt;br />when..&lt;/p>&lt;p>what?!&lt;br />who&#39;s this?!&lt;br />...it was my mother...&lt;br />..still with her one eye.&lt;br />it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on&lt;br />me.&lt;br />my little girl ran away, scared of my mom&#39;s&lt;br />eye.&lt;br />and i asked her,&lt;/p>&lt;p>&quot;who are you?!&quot;&lt;br />&quot;i dont know you!!!&quot; as if trying to make that&lt;br />real. i&lt;br />screamed at her,&quot; how dare you come to my&lt;br />house and scare my daughter!&quot;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;br />&quot;GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!&quot;&lt;/p>&lt;p>and to this, my mother quietly answered, &quot;oh,&lt;br />i&#39;m&lt;br />so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong&lt;br />address,&quot;&lt;br />and she disappeared out of sight.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;br />thank goodness... she doesnt recognize me..&lt;br />i was quite relieved.&lt;/p>&lt;p>i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think&lt;br />about this for the rest of my life.&lt;br />then a wave of relief came upon me...&lt;/p>&lt;p>one day, a letter regarding a school reunion&lt;br />came&lt;br />to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was&lt;br />going&lt;br />on a business trip, i went. after the reunion, i&lt;br />went&lt;br />down to the old shack, that i used to call a&lt;br />house...just out of curiosity&lt;/p>&lt;p>there, i found my mother fallen on the cold&lt;br />ground.&lt;br />but i did not shed a single tear.&lt;br />she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was&lt;br />a&lt;br />letter to me.&lt;/p>&lt;p>my son...&lt;br />i think my life has been long enough now..&lt;/p>&lt;p>and... i wont visit Seoul anymore... but would it&lt;br />be&lt;br />too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit&lt;br />me&lt;br />once in a while? i miss you so much.. and i&lt;br />was&lt;br />so&lt;br />glad when i heard you were coming for the&lt;br />reunion.&lt;br />but i decided not to go to the school. ...for you..&lt;br />.&lt;br />and i&#39;m sorry that i only have one eye, and i&lt;br />was&lt;br />an embarrassment for you.&lt;/p>&lt;p>you see, when you were very little, you got into&lt;br />an&lt;br />accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i&lt;br />couldnt&lt;br />stand watching you having to grow up with&lt;br />only&lt;br />one&lt;br />eye... so i gave you mine...&lt;br />i was so proud of my son that was seeing a&lt;br />whole&lt;br />new world for me, in my place, with that eye. i&lt;br />was&lt;br />never upset at you for anything you did.. the&lt;br />couple&lt;br />times that you were angry with me.. i thought&lt;br />to&lt;br />myself, &#39;it&#39;s because he loves me..&#39;&lt;/p>&lt;p>my son... oh, my son...&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 10:29 EST</pubDate>
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<title>special friend</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1369215</link>
<description>I have&lt;br />this special&lt;br />friend&lt;br />named&lt;br />John.&lt;br />He was very sweet and caring. He always&lt;br />checked on me and treated me a &#39;special&#39;&lt;br />person.&lt;br />Suddenly I realized, I was falling for him. On&lt;br />March&lt;br />14, he proposed to me and we became a&lt;br />couple.&lt;br />He remained sweet and loving to me. Every&lt;br />14th&lt;br />of the month he would say, &quot;Cheska, I have&lt;br />to tell&lt;br />you something...&quot; but will not continue it and&lt;br />say it&lt;br />was nothing. I became curious, was he&lt;br />about to&lt;br />break up with me? But I continued to trust&lt;br />him. our&lt;br />graduation is coming -- on March 14, 4 years&lt;br />later.&lt;br />I knew that after this night, my family and I&lt;br />would&lt;br />be leaving for the states. We knew this time&lt;br />would&lt;br />come, and I never expected it to hurt so&lt;br />much. But&lt;br />I have to go and leave him. We promised to&lt;br />stay&lt;br />in&lt;br />touch and never forget each other. he gave&lt;br />me a&lt;br />box of chocolates, flowers, pictures of us&lt;br />together&lt;br />and a locket. and so, I left with memories of&lt;br />John&lt;br />in my heart. We always e- mailed each other&lt;br />and&lt;br />communicated. I told him how I loved life&lt;br />here, I&lt;br />partied every Friday with my friends, went&lt;br />shopping...I was living the life I always&lt;br />wished I&lt;br />had. But I was never able to read John&#39;s last&lt;br />letter&lt;br />because of my hectic schedule. I promised&lt;br />myself&lt;br />to read it when I found the time. Then&lt;br />suddenly, it&lt;br />stopped (his letters and e-mails). I was&lt;br />wondering&lt;br />why he isn&#39;t writing to me anymore. But I&lt;br />understand maybe he has work to do. He&lt;br />didn&#39;t&lt;br />even greet me on March 14. After several&lt;br />months&lt;br />still without communication, I found time to&lt;br />read&lt;br />his last letter and it was the most shocking&lt;br />moment in my life -- Cheska, This is my last&lt;br />letter&lt;br />to you. remember when I was supposed to&lt;br />tell you&lt;br />something important but was never able to&lt;br />do so?&lt;br />I wanted to tell you that my &quot;moment&quot; (it&lt;br />means&lt;br />death) is March 14, exactly 1 year later after&lt;br />you&lt;br />left and 5 years after I proposed to you. That&lt;br />was&lt;br />what the doctor said. I have this sickness, I&lt;br />forgot&lt;br />what it was called. All I know is that I&#39;m going&lt;br />to&lt;br />die soon. I&#39;m not telling you to come back&lt;br />after&lt;br />reading this letter, I just wanted to let you&lt;br />know&lt;br />that&lt;br />I will always love you and that forever you will&lt;br />be in&lt;br />my heart. I love you Cheska. Thank you for&lt;br />changing me. Thank you for everything.&lt;br />Goodbye&lt;br />I&#39;m gonna miss you. Lots of love, John. I&lt;br />wanted to&lt;br />cry and shout his name. March 14 was 3&lt;br />months&lt;br />ago! He died 3 months ago! And I never&lt;br />knew&lt;br />because I was so busy enjoying my life here&lt;br />when&lt;br />someone I loved so much was suffering&lt;br />from an&lt;br />unidentified sickness. Up to this day I still&lt;br />feel&lt;br />guilty, I could have been right beside John&lt;br />when&lt;br />he was ill, but I was here partying and eating&lt;br />my&lt;br />heart out. I was so guilty. He died. John died.&lt;br />Until&lt;br />his last breath he wanted to be with me. But I&lt;br />wasn&#39;t there. I went back to the Philippines&lt;br />and&lt;br />visited his grave. In it was written, &quot;To John,&lt;br />who&lt;br />loved Cheska so much, may he forever rest&lt;br />in&lt;br />peace&quot; And he died on March 14. March 14,&lt;br />when&lt;br />this day comes, I cry, laugh, think and feel&lt;br />guilty,&lt;br />this day I feel mixed emotions. I hate myself.&lt;br />Why&lt;br />do I have to read his last letter when it was&lt;br />too&lt;br />late? Why do I have to leave anyway? These&lt;br />questions keep going on my mind. But I can&lt;br />do&lt;br />nothing now. John is up there. I guess he&lt;br />wanted&lt;br />me to be happy. I still love John. And I miss&lt;br />him&lt;br />so&lt;br />much....He handed her 12 roses, 11 real and&lt;br />1&lt;br />fake and said, &quot;I&#39;ll love you till the last one&lt;br />dies.&quot;</description>
<category>Romance &amp; Relationships</category>
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<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 00:52 EST</pubDate>
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<title>PROPHECY</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1361399</link>
<description>UtOpia prezents... PRophecy! ish gunna gOo Orffz pPlz... 24th sep @ supadOme...all d hard stufFz [hardcOres hard trancE ect] 1oPm  an finishz at 6amz. breEze &amp; styles, dOugal, dj iSaac r jus tu name a few dat`ll b der... ish guNa rOck!! can`t wait ^_^ </description>
<category>Music</category>
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<pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 22:06 EST</pubDate>
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<title>a man wins the lottery</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1357458</link>
<description>Man rushes home, bursting through the front door of his house&lt;br />yelling to his wife, &quot;Pack your bags baby, I just won the lottery!&lt;br />All $9,500,000.... Woooohooo!!!!&quot;&#160; &quot; That&#39;s fantastic darling&quot; she replies, &quot;Do I pack for the beach or the mountains?&quot; &quot;Who cares&quot;, he replies, &quot; Just f*ck off &quot;.</description>
<category>Gossips &amp; Jokes</category>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 22:05 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Bcuz Ur Mai FREND~</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1357445</link>
<description>When YoO R Sad...I Will Help YoO Plot Revenge Against The SorRy Ba*!ard Who Made YoO Sad ^_^&lt;br />&lt;div />&lt;img height="120" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/mashi%20mauro%20pissed%20lol.gif" width="100" border="0" />When YoO R WorRied...I Will Tell YoO HorRible StOries AbOut How Much Werse It Could Be &amp; ToO StOp WhinNing.&lt;img height="123" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/falling%20cat.gif" width="85" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; When YoO Shmile I`ll KnOw... YoO Finally Got Laid. &lt;img height="80" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/eh%20manga.gif" width="101" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;When YoO R Confused.. I Will Use Little Werds ToO Xplain it ToO Ur DumbASsz. &lt;img height="90" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/khoote%20girl.jpg" width="120" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;When YoO R Sick...Stay Awai FrOm Me Until YoO R Well Again...I Dun Want Wateva YoO Have.&lt;img height="78" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/Dogs__Hound_tired_prv.gif" width="114" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; When YoO Fall...I Will Point &amp; Laugh At Ur StoOpid AsSz...&lt;img height="150" src="http://silv3rt3arz.blogdrive.com/images/comik%20boi.gif" width="173" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&lt;br />&lt;div />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160; This Iz Mai Oath I Pledge Till The End, Whuy YoO May Ask? Bcuz Ur Mai Frend!~ </description>
<category>Miscellaneous</category>
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<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 21:46 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Dad`s Poem [sad america 9/11]</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1338355</link>
<description>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&gt;Dad&#39;s Poem&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow,&lt;br />&gt;Today was Daddy&#39;s Day at school, and she couldn&#39;t wait to go.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.&lt;br />&gt;Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.&lt;br />&gt;What to tell her classmates of why he wasn&#39;t there today.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;But still her mother worried,for her to face this day alone.&lt;br />&gt;And that was why once again,she tried to keep her daughter home.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all.&lt;br />&gt;About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.&lt;br />&gt;Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;One by one the teacher called a student from the class.&lt;br />&gt;To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.&lt;br />&gt;Each of them was searching, a man who wasn&#39;t there.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;&quot;Where&#39;s her daddy at?&quot; she heard a boy call out.&lt;br />&gt;&quot;She probably doesn&#39;t have one,&quot; another student dared to shout.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,&lt;br />&gt;&quot;Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.&quot;&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.&lt;br />&gt;And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.&lt;br />&gt;And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;&quot;My Daddy couldn&#39;t be here, because he lives so far away.&lt;br />&gt;But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.&lt;br />&gt;All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.&lt;br />&gt;He surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.&lt;br />&gt;And though you cannot see him. I&#39;m not standing here alone.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;&quot;Cause my daddy&#39;s always with me, even though we are apart&lt;br />&gt;I know because he told me, he&#39;ll forever be in my heart&quot;&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.&lt;br />&gt;Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in &lt;br />&gt;tears.&lt;br />&gt;Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.&lt;br />&gt;Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the &lt;br />&gt;crowd.&lt;br />&gt;She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;&quot;I love my daddy very much, he&#39;s my shining star.&lt;br />&gt;And if he could, he&#39;d be here, but heaven&#39;s just too far.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;You see he was a policeman and died just this past year.&lt;br />&gt;When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;But sometimes when I close my eyes, it&#39;s like he never went away.&quot;&lt;br />&gt;And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And to her mothers amazement, she witnessed with surprise.&lt;br />&gt;A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their &lt;br />&gt;eyes.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt &lt;br />&gt;inside.&lt;br />&gt;Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;&quot;I know you&#39;re with me Daddy, &quot;to the silence she called out.&lt;br />&gt;And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with &lt;br />&gt;doubt.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had &lt;br />&gt;been&lt;br />&gt;closed.&lt;br />&gt;But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed pink &lt;br />&gt;rose.&lt;br />&gt;&lt;br />&gt;And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her &lt;br />&gt;shining&lt;br />&gt;star.&lt;br />&gt;And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.&lt;/em>&lt;/strong></description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 02:53 EST</pubDate>
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<title>have you ever ??~</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1309423</link>
<description>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>&lt;span>&lt;img alt="autumn kiss" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002015.ec640a.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="almOst...." src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099465.e19862.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="roMantik kiSz" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099469.8b63b5.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="__pointz" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/699/4476700.cc7849.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="awww khOotes" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099402.881e7d.jpg" border="3" />&lt;/span>&lt;/u>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>&lt;/u>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>&lt;/u>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>&lt;span>HAVE YOoH EVER ?&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/u>&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever fallen in love,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>But yoOh knew they did not care.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever felt like crying,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>But yoOh knew you`d get nowhere.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever watched them walk awai…&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Not wanting them toOh go.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And whispered “ I love yoOh”, softly…&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Not wanting them toOh know ?~&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>YoOh cried all night in misery,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And almost went insane.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>There`s nothing in this world,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>That causes so much pain.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>If I could chose between love and death,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>I think I`d rather die.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Love is fun but it hurts toOh much,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And the price yoOh pay is high.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>So I say don`t fall in love,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>YoOh`ll be hurt before it`s through.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>YoOh see mai frend I ought toOh know,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>I fell in love with yoOh.&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;strong>&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>&lt;p>&lt;br />&lt;img alt="__..omg shweEt" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002288.9403c9.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="awWw" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002195.dc7d8a.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="water kiss" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002166.d7fe51.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="jus b4 d kiSsz..." src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099349.b434b9.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="intenSze ^_^ mai fav wun" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099354.0ba767.jpg" border="3" />&lt;/p>&lt;/strong>&lt;img alt="__..omg shweEt" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002288.9403c9.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="awWw" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002195.dc7d8a.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="water kiss" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/625/4002166.d7fe51.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="jus b4 d kiSsz..." src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099349.b434b9.jpg" border="3" />&lt;img alt="intenSze ^_^ mai fav wun" src="http://thm.zorpia.com/0/640/4099354.0ba767.jpg" border="3" /></description>
<category>Romance &amp; Relationships</category>
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<pubDate>Tue, 09 Aug 2005 03:10 EST</pubDate>
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<title>GIRLZ xpekt sOo muCh! its true jus read dis!!</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1304998</link>
<description>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>It&#39;s not difficult to make a woman happy. A man only needs to be:&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>&lt;p>1. a friend &lt;/p>&lt;p>2. a companion &lt;/p>&lt;p>3. a lover &lt;/p>&lt;p>4. a brother &lt;/p>&lt;p>5. a father &lt;/p>&lt;p>6. a master &lt;/p>&lt;p>7. a chef &lt;/p>&lt;p>8. an electrician &lt;/p>&lt;p>9. a carpenter &lt;/p>&lt;p>10. a plumber &lt;/p>&lt;p>11. a mechanic &lt;/p>&lt;p>12. a decorator &lt;/p>&lt;p>13. a stylist &lt;/p>&lt;p>14. a sexologist &lt;/p>&lt;p>15. a gynecologist &lt;/p>&lt;p>16. a psychologist &lt;/p>&lt;p>17. a pest exterminator &lt;/p>&lt;p>18. a psychiatrist &lt;/p>&lt;p>19. a healer &lt;/p>&lt;p>20. a good listener &lt;/p>&lt;p>21. an organizer &lt;/p>&lt;p>22. a good father &lt;/p>&lt;p>23. very clean &lt;/p>&lt;p>24. sympathetic &lt;/p>&lt;p>25. athletic &lt;/p>&lt;p>26. warm &lt;/p>&lt;p>27. attentive &lt;/p>&lt;p>28. gallant &lt;/p>&lt;p>29. intelligent &lt;/p>&lt;p>30. funny &lt;/p>&lt;p>31. creative &lt;/p>&lt;p>32. tender &lt;/p>&lt;p>33. strong &lt;/p>&lt;p>34. understanding &lt;/p>&lt;p>35. tolerant &lt;/p>&lt;p>36. prudent &lt;/p>&lt;p>37. ambitious &lt;/p>&lt;p>38. capable &lt;/p>&lt;p>39. courageous &lt;/p>&lt;p>40. determined &lt;/p>&lt;p>41. true &lt;/p>&lt;p>42. dependable &lt;/p>&lt;p>43. passionate &lt;/p>&lt;p>44. compassionate &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>WITHOUT FORGETTING TO:&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>&lt;p>45. give her compliments regularly &lt;/p>&lt;p>46. love shopping &lt;/p>&lt;p>47. be honest &lt;/p>&lt;p>48. be very rich &lt;/p>&lt;p>49. not stress her out &lt;/p>&lt;p>50. not look at other girls &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>AND AT THE SAME TIME, YOU MUST ALSO:&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>&lt;p>51. give her lots of attention, but expect little yourself &lt;/p>&lt;p>52. give her lots of time, especially time for herself &lt;/p>&lt;p>53. give her lots of space, never worrying about where she goes &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>IT IS VERY IMPORTANT:&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>&lt;p>54. Never to forget: &lt;/p>&lt;p>* birthdays &lt;/p>&lt;p>* anniversaries &lt;/p>&lt;p>* arrangements she makes &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;u>HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>&lt;p>1. Show up naked &lt;/p>&lt;p>2. Bring food and beer &lt;/p>&lt;p>3. Hand over the remote.&lt;/p></description>
<category>Romance &amp; Relationships</category>
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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2005 00:52 EST</pubDate>
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<title>wat a swEet guy!! :))</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1291506</link>
<description>&lt;p>From the very beginning, the girl&#39;s family objected strongly on her dating this guy.&lt;br />Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of&lt;br />herlife if she were to be with him.&lt;br />Due to family&#39;s pressure, the couple quarrel very often. &lt;br />Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: &lt;br />&quot;How deep is your love for me?&quot;&lt;br />As the guy is not good with his words,this often causes the girl to be very upset. &lt;br />With that &amp; the family&#39;s pressure, the girls often vent her anger on him. &lt;br />As for him,he only endure it in silence.&lt;br />After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas.&lt;br />Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: &lt;br />&quot;I&#39;m not very good with words. &lt;br />But all I know is that I love you. &lt;br />If you allow me,I will take care of you for the rest of my life. &lt;br />As for your family,I&#39;ll try my best to talk them round. &lt;br />Will you marry me?&quot;&lt;br />The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy&#39;s determination,the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let&lt;br />them get married. &lt;br />So before he leaves,they got engaged.&lt;br />The girl went out to the working society,where as the guy was overseas, continuing his studies.&lt;br />They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls.&lt;br />Though it&#39;s hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br />One day, while the girl was on her way to work,she was knocked down by a car that lost control.&lt;br />When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. &lt;br />She realized that she was badly injured.&lt;br />Seeing her mum crying,she wanted to comfort her.&lt;br />But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh.&lt;br />She has lost her voice...... The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to&lt;br />lose her voice. &lt;br />Listening to her parents&#39; comfort,but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br />During the stay in hospital,besides silence cry ...it&#39;s still just silence cry that companied her.&lt;br />Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. &lt;br />Except for the ringing tone of the phone.&lt;br />Which pierced into her heart every time it rang.&lt;br />She does not wish to let the guy know. &lt;br />&amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him &lt;br />saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br />With that, she sent the ring back to him.&lt;br />In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phone calls, all the girl&lt;br />could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br />The parents decided to move away,hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br />With a new environment,the girl learns sign language &amp; started a new life. &lt;br />Telling her everyday that she must forget the guy.&lt;br />One day,her friend came &amp; told her that he&#39;s back. &lt;br />She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her.&lt;br />Since then, there wasn&#39;t anymore news of him.&lt;br />A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card&lt;br />for the guy&#39;s wedding. &lt;br />The girl was shattered. &lt;br />When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br />When she was about to ask her friend what&#39;s going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.&lt;br />He used sign language telling her &quot;I&#39;ve spent a year&#39;s time to learn sign language.&lt;br />&#160;Just to let you know that I&#39;ve not forgotten our promise.&lt;br />Let me have the chance to be your voice.&lt;br />&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;&lt;strong>&#160; I Love You.&lt;/strong>&lt;br />With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. &lt;br />The girl finally smiled.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;img title="__sohma_we_cry" height="63" alt="__sohma_we_cry" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/__sohma_we_cry.gif" width="57" border="0" />&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2005 05:01 EST</pubDate>
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<title>sweet poemz</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/integrahGiRL/journal/1263484</link>
<description>&lt;p>&lt;img title="Wish_upon_a_star" alt="Wish_upon_a_star" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/wish_upon_a_star.gif" border="0" />&#160;&#160;&lt;img title="Icon_i_lub_yew" alt="Icon_i_lub_yew" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_i_lub_yew.gif" border="0" />We all want to fall in love.&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;u> Why?&lt;/u>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;br />Because that experience makes us feel completely alive,&lt;br />where every sense is heightened,&lt;br />and every emotion is magnified.&lt;br />Our everyday reality is shattered&lt;br />and we are flying into the heavens.&lt;br />It may only last a moment, an hour, or an afternoon,&lt;br />but that doesn&#39;t diminish its value,&lt;br />because we are left with memories&lt;br />that we treasure for the rest of our lives.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Love is like an eternal flame,&lt;br />once it is lit,&lt;br />it will continue to burn for all time.&lt;a href="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/you_are_my_only_one_glitter.gif">&lt;img title="You_are_my_only_one_glitter" alt="You_are_my_only_one_glitter" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/you_are_my_only_one_glitter.gif" border="0" />&lt;/a> &lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>&#160;&lt;img title="Omg_koote_couple_in_glitta_green" alt="Omg_koote_couple_in_glitta_green" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/omg_koote_couple_in_glitta_green.gif" border="0" /> &lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>*Every girl wants to be able to go to her man in sweats, hair a m.e.s.s, make up &lt;u>running&lt;/u> down her face, eyes red from crying, and the first thing he says is &quot;Baby your &lt;strong>beautiful&lt;/strong>&quot;*&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>.:L.o.v.e&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;em> comes to those who still hope,Although they&#39;ve been &lt;/em>&lt;u>disappointed&lt;/u>&lt;em>; &lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>To those who still &lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>believe&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>,&lt;/strong> Although they&#39;ve been &lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>betrayed&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>;&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;p>&lt;em>To those who still &lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>love&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>, Although they&#39;ve been &lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>hurt&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>:. &lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>&lt;img title="Icon_about_you" alt="Icon_about_you" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_about_you.gif" border="0" />&#160;&lt;img title="Icon_broken_heart_person" alt="Icon_broken_heart_person" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_broken_heart_person.gif" border="0" />&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;em>&lt;em>.:Sometimes it&#39;s hard when you&#39;re so deep &lt;strong>inside&lt;/strong>&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;h1>To see all you can lose in a blink of an eye&lt;/h1>&lt;em>&lt;strong>Dreams&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em> could be &lt;strong>s.h.a.t.t.e.r.e.d&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>You could be &lt;strong>&lt;u>gone&lt;/u>&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>How would I &lt;strong>s u r v i v e&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>Cause you&#39;re where I &lt;/em>&lt;em>&lt;strong>belong&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;em>:.&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;em>&lt;img title="Icon_i_love_you4" alt="Icon_i_love_you4" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_i_love_you4.gif" border="0" />&#160;°Wait For The Boy Who P.u.r.s.u.e.s You,&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;The One Who Will Make An &lt;/em>&lt;em>Ordinary&lt;/em>&lt;em> Moment Seem &lt;/em>&lt;em>M&lt;/em>&lt;em>a&lt;/em>&lt;em>g&lt;/em>&lt;em>i&lt;/em>&lt;em>c&lt;/em>&lt;em>a&lt;/em>&lt;em>l, &lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>The Kind Of Boy That Brings Out The &lt;strong>Best&lt;/strong> In You And Makes You Want To Be A &lt;strong>Better&lt;/strong> Person.&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;Wait For The Boy Who Will Be Your &lt;/em>&lt;em>Best Friend&lt;/em>&lt;em>,&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;Wait For The Person Who Will Drop &lt;u>Everything&lt;/u> To Be With You At &lt;u>Anytime&lt;/u> Of The Day No Matter What The Circumstances.&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;Wait For The Boy Who Makes You &lt;/em>&lt;em>Smile&lt;/em>&lt;em> Like No Other And When He Smiles You Know He N.e.e.d.s You.&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;Wait For The Boy Who Wants To Show You Off To The World When You&#39;re Wearing &lt;/em>&lt;em>Sweats&lt;/em>&lt;em> And &lt;/em>&lt;em>No&lt;/em>&lt;em> Makeup.&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;em>&#160;Most Of All Wait For The Boy Who Will Put You At The &lt;strong>&lt;u>Center&lt;/u>&lt;/strong> Of His Universe, Cause &lt;/em>&lt;strong>&lt;em>Obviously&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;em> He&#39;s At The Center Of &lt;/em>&lt;em>Yours&lt;/em>&lt;em>°&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;p>&lt;img title="Icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me" alt="Icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me.gif" border="0" />&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;/em>&lt;img title="Icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me" alt="Icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_i_had_no_idea_u_lubed_me.gif" border="0" />&#160; &lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;u>&lt;strong>FOREVER&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;/u>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>True love can be described&lt;br />As one that will never fade;&lt;br />One that brings excitement,&lt;br />Like a romantic escapade.&lt;br />One that expresses happiness,&lt;br />Despite lovers being far or near;&lt;br />One that delivers comfort,&lt;br />Whenever one sheds a tear.&lt;br />Without a doubt in one`s mind,&lt;br />It can be described in many wais.&lt;br />But mai love for yooh could never be&lt;br />Described in such a mere, simple phrase.&lt;br />For what heart holds is perpetual;&lt;br />Like the universe`s sun forever glowing.&lt;br />A true love that will never cease tooh exist,&lt;br />Lilke a waterfall; forever flowing,&lt;br />For what was ignited bai your touch;&lt;br />By your heart`s own loyal feelings,&lt;br />Was the radient spark of an eternal flame&lt;br />And undying love…forever burning. &lt;br />&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&#160;&lt;/p>&lt;u>HAVE YOoH EVER ?&lt;img title="Icon_all_my_life" alt="Icon_all_my_life" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_all_my_life.gif" border="0" />&lt;br />&lt;/u>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever fallen in love,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>But yoOh knew they did not care.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever felt like crying,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>But yoOh knew you`d get nowhere.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Have yoOh ever watched them walk awai…&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Not wanting them toOh go.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And whispered “ I love yoOh”, softly…&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Not wanting them toOh know ?~&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>YoOh cried all night in misery,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And almost went insane.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>There`s nothing in this world,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>That causes so much pain.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>If I could chose between love and death,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>I think I`d rather die.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>Love is fun but it hurts toOh much,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>And the price yoOh pay is high.&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>So I say don`t fall in love,&lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>&lt;span>YoOh`ll be hurt before it`s through.&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>&lt;span>YoOh see mai frend I ought toOh know,&lt;br />&lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;strong>I fell in love with yoOh. &lt;br />&lt;/strong>&lt;p>&lt;img title="Icon_love_starts_with_a" alt="Icon_love_starts_with_a" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_love_starts_with_a.gif" border="0" />&#160;&lt;img title="Icon_if_he_never" alt="Icon_if_he_never" src="http://int3grah_girl_typr.blogs.friendster.com/photos/uncategorized/icon_if_he_never.gif" border="0" />&lt;/p></description>
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