<?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-6256682915721162251</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:42.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.all the love in my world.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-445312779830140074</id><published>2009-05-11T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T06:02:46.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decode her</title><content type='html'>I can't find the words to say how much I appreciate her, and how ¶&lt;br /&gt;much I love her. Having her in my life is like having a friend, ¶&lt;br /&gt;best friend, sister, brother, mother :)) I love everything about ¶&lt;br /&gt;her. Though we argue sometimes, it doesn't mean that I'd hate ¶&lt;br /&gt;her or my love for her is decreasing in some way. It's nice to ¶&lt;br /&gt;think that at the end of the day after we settled our ¶&lt;br /&gt;differences and arguments we still love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make everyday a happy hearts day :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank you..&lt;br /&gt;and I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: this is supposed to be encrypted :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-445312779830140074?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/445312779830140074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=445312779830140074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/445312779830140074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/445312779830140074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/decode-her.html' title='Decode her'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-7105364930236210999</id><published>2009-05-08T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:34:12.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Summer is crazy and so am I to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, we have much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I really missed you, even though we always text each other, or talk to the phone. It's not enough but its all we got. I wish that every time before I go home from ojt work, I'd see you. And we'll do the same things we do together before I go home. I missed your hugs and tender kisses. I want to hug you, I want to kiss you even if you haven't take a bath yet. I'd love to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always have misunderstanding of some sort, I'm really really sorry for my shortcomings. It helps when you tell me what you don't want me to do, let's give it an exercise. I'll do the same. After this summer, we have a big love tank to fill up ;) Let's start over again.&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-7105364930236210999?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7105364930236210999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=7105364930236210999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/7105364930236210999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/7105364930236210999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-1433920684986466353</id><published>2009-03-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:05:20.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer love</title><content type='html'>How I wish I will be the last one... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That she'll love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, I know that is far from happening, and I can't stop myself for wishing... This sem is gonna be over soon, how I wish summer did not exist for the first time... because I wanted to be with her... well, I think I'd be insane for the next two months without her... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, Okay. That's totally absurd....&lt;br /&gt;It can be causality.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can manage summer without her, but summer would be the best&lt;br /&gt;if I'm with her and she's with me ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-1433920684986466353?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1433920684986466353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=1433920684986466353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/1433920684986466353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/1433920684986466353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/summer-love.html' title='Summer love'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-3087448574850632456</id><published>2008-12-30T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:13:31.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>Her views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, her views are the same with mine.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can't explain the fact that, even If I know what future may bring us, or what we really want for future. I just can't stop falling :) As I've told you before. I didn't choose for what I am feeling. Even though I was not meant to fall for her. Something in me does. I don't have a "get used to" attitude for her, its always the first time. And I defined I was not obsessed, but I was in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can say and logically think of, this plethora, may reached maturity.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think the if's and but's that may follow.&lt;br /&gt;Love today, see tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anything in return. Because I don't want to hurt her in the end and destroy the friendship we have :) This Love cannot be selfish, it understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-3087448574850632456?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3087448574850632456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=3087448574850632456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/3087448574850632456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/3087448574850632456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/her_30.html' title='Her'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-7148946660890149372</id><published>2008-12-08T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T04:38:38.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>She changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Into something very cunningly ineffable being. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;She always know how to flip her hair the right way. Like an alienist, she can talk to my mind, and understand the prolix existence, running wild inside me, because she tried to fathom my alter such. She always makes me feel secured and loved, and she shows it in so many ways, and I felt it in a hundred fold splashes of sweetness. (Even if she still do the same things, it would still feel like it was a first :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was never the same, but I love her still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-7148946660890149372?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7148946660890149372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=7148946660890149372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/7148946660890149372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/7148946660890149372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-3481882339345567506</id><published>2008-12-05T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:49:47.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>Her Hugs and kisses are the sweetest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not matter if I'm not in the mood or I'm sad, and all. Whenever she does the things that she do, it will always feel like I felt it for the first time. Her actions, her words, is what makes me. She blows my mind like no one, she makes me curious, she make me feel fulfilled, she makes my world go round and round, I don't want to stop. ^_^ Her innocence attracts me, her smile, her looks, she doesn't have to look presentable, as long as she is, herself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have to be, someone else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-3481882339345567506?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3481882339345567506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=3481882339345567506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/3481882339345567506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/3481882339345567506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-2456906113229988194</id><published>2008-11-29T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:22:55.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she</title><content type='html'>She smiles a lot, she do, though she appears reticent in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain, how I feel every time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hurt her, I felt like I've damaged the world. I've damaged my world. Since the day that I've known her, and the day I saw her, I promised to take good care of the reactions of her face. Well, I've managed to do that for a while... She is really something that could boggle my mind forever. Though I felt that I'm bound to find domicile in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cheers me up whenever I feel like I'm not myself. Though sometimes, I more likely to do this to her :) But I must act like such. She changed me. I like myself now. She makes me happy. She makes me complete. She always does things with a little twist. And I find myself drawn twisted to her. I like her. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've liked her real self. I've found out that we really are opposites, in a way that its the one the binds us. I respect her actions, words, opinions, thoughts and all. It's all the same, that's why I keep falling for her. This is not an accentuation, just prolly sweet truths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know how. Hell, I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;She just do things, then I fall :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-2456906113229988194?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2456906113229988194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=2456906113229988194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/2456906113229988194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/2456906113229988194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/she.html' title='she'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6256682915721162251.post-4435377299696052420</id><published>2008-11-07T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:50:04.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>opposites attracts</title><content type='html'>Like anybody else, I found something, that attracts all the negative me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;ILY :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6256682915721162251-4435377299696052420?l=alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4435377299696052420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6256682915721162251&amp;postID=4435377299696052420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/4435377299696052420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6256682915721162251/posts/default/4435377299696052420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alltheloveinmyworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/opposites-attracts.html' title='opposites attracts'/><author><name>littlecut</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13460579962273760113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_IMtwyOtFq14/R6gd_vM1UyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yvOxoaHXiDY/S220/DSC07762.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
