<?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-7749100658649831600</id><updated>2011-08-02T00:26:51.312+07:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='sick situation'/><category term='him'/><title type='text'>Written by the thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teens goin to be adult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743648128730905819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybmkqflmPuU/SwbB_xtIKmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fentPZ53rj4/S220/CF_TeenBlog_1206_300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749100658649831600.post-2556351081913140483</id><published>2009-11-20T23:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:59:09.233+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick situation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><title type='text'>2 years with nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever been in love with someone about 2 years without saying your feelings to him???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is happening to me!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I'm in love with someone that soo close to me (but we're far away now, he was moving out). And the worst thing is I'm still in love with him even we're miles apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It sounds crazy for you but this is the truth. and the worstest (only if i can use this word) thing is he NEVER mentioned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He NEVER realized about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;How poor i am, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Well then i think about it untill my head spinning and deadly got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't find any words to describe about what things that had been stayed for years in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Its just came out everytime i talk or chat with him on facebook. Just like the fireworks at the new year's eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;But when we're lost contact, i didn't feel such a terrible or sad or any other desperate things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm completly fine and i'm gonna dating someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;then we're connected again, and that feelings come again. and i'm starting to throw away any guys that has been close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm totally into him !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What's wrong with me actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Am i really in love with him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What feelings that i had to him ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my god..........&lt;br /&gt;maybe he's my brother that had been lost about 17 years??? I think i should ask my mom or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should go to the physiciater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;x((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749100658649831600-2556351081913140483?l=rainoverhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2556351081913140483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-years-with-nothing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/2556351081913140483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/2556351081913140483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-years-with-nothing.html' title='2 years with nothing'/><author><name>Teens goin to be adult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743648128730905819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybmkqflmPuU/SwbB_xtIKmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fentPZ53rj4/S220/CF_TeenBlog_1206_300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749100658649831600.post-3403007708450376679</id><published>2009-11-15T11:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:01:03.178+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick situation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>wish me a happy sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sunday, November 15 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, it is a beautiful day I think but that doesn't beat up my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel such a looser today maybe because it is my periode (well, I guess you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Last morning I was fighting with my mom and it is caused by something not important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Then my bestiest texted me and ask me to go out this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but few hours ago he texted me again and cancel our plan without any reason. OMG, its sooo crappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So, i decide to sit in front of my notebook, listening to Colbie Caillat, thinking and writing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I actually didn't know what I have to write, I can't get anything in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just feeling so dark and dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And thank God, my niece just text me and ask me to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Its so helpful. But, how can I got money when I just don't wanna talk with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;huhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I should try, I really need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Wish me have fun and enjoy this shopping. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749100658649831600-3403007708450376679?l=rainoverhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3403007708450376679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-me-happy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/3403007708450376679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/3403007708450376679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-me-happy-sunday.html' title='wish me a happy sunday'/><author><name>Teens goin to be adult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743648128730905819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybmkqflmPuU/SwbB_xtIKmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fentPZ53rj4/S220/CF_TeenBlog_1206_300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749100658649831600.post-7353074309588142404</id><published>2009-11-14T10:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:02:38.106+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><title type='text'>morning dew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saturday, November 14 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm just awake, I grab my phone and I found his name. He called and texted me. I'm so freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't even tell how wonderful this morning fo me. I really miss him. FYI, he's my umm.. i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admire him so much and we often spent time together while we're still on high school without saying 3 words 8 letters. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, we're college student. He was moving to the capital city and i'm still here with my really big hopes in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hopes that he will come back for me and say those stupid words which I really wanted to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends told me to stop hoping about him, the asked me to move on and just find the it boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I just can't. Deep in my heart, I know that I belonging to him and I can't deny it easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone tell me to not to stop trying to get him when in my heart sure about him even if everyone's think that I'm the stupid one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe not at this time, maybe next week, maybe next month, or maybe next year. Its all about time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if one day he still couldn't be mine., I won't regret it because I already try and fight for my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope I can make it clear earlier...... :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7749100658649831600-7353074309588142404?l=rainoverhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7353074309588142404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-dew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/7353074309588142404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7749100658649831600/posts/default/7353074309588142404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rainoverhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-dew.html' title='morning dew'/><author><name>Teens goin to be adult</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15743648128730905819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ybmkqflmPuU/SwbB_xtIKmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fentPZ53rj4/S220/CF_TeenBlog_1206_300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
