<?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-5033120</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:59:21.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Angelic Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-5033120.post-95666420</id><published>2003-06-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T11:34:52.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm listening to soppy love songs again. Actually, soppy love-y dope-y Purest Of Pain. Everytime I listen to this, I wonder what I would have became if I haven't met you or I haven't liked you so much. Would I still be single? Would I love many and be loved now? Would I feel this emptiness?Love, to me is like peering into a golden basin of clear blue water. It looks so refreshing as the small</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/95666420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/95666420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95666420' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-93874094</id><published>2003-05-06T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T10:39:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was just reflecting on the bus. I was wondering what would I do if I do detach myself from my physical body. Haha! Sounds freaky? Hmm.. I guess I know what I'll do. I'll bend over myself.. cup my own face, look into my own eyes and ask: what on earth have you become? Yaya. What had happened to me again? I thought I've survived this patch. I was seriously happy enough. I felt happy enough to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93874094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93874094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93874094' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-93757683</id><published>2003-05-04T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T12:34:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is this a closure? Can there ever be a closure? Jasper said something so true and yet I haven't notice.. It seriously felt like a slap in the face. 2 words followed by an analogy totally crumbled the virtual world I've built up over 4 years. What hope was there? Everything was a lie. There was never hope.. only deception and illusion. This is the closest I can get to understanding discrimination.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93757683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93757683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93757683' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-93232726</id><published>2003-04-25T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T03:33:24.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you know how much I miss you? Can you even imagine? For four long years. Four years and yet your name is on the tip of my tongue and kept safe in my heart, no matter what people might say. I hate you so much for making me so incapable of love, and yet I know I love you because of the intensity of my hate.I have liked others, and yet deep inside I know they haven't reached the circumference </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93232726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/93232726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93232726' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-89099085</id><published>2003-02-14T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T08:54:24.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is a storm. Just as you think the worst is over, the tides crash against the hull with more intensity than ever. At this time, the captain of the ship will always stay firmly planted on his feet, looking calm and ready as if anticipated all these unfortunate events. Weathered by experience and knowing that losing control is checkmate, he has to keep it all within himself. Caught unguarded, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/89099085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/89099085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89099085' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-89098994</id><published>2003-02-14T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T08:53:10.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friendship is a little seed which need to be planted deep within the heart. If there is no depth, the friendship would be at the mercy of the sorching sun and thunderstorms. It might wither and die or crumble under the strong winds.Not only that, friendship need communication. Plants grow better if they hear human voice and thus is true with friendship. One misunderstanding might wipe out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/89098994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/89098994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89098994' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-88845709</id><published>2003-02-10T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T04:06:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything seemed so easywhen you are a girlat the age of tenYou believed the worldwas under your feet and it was for your takingYou see the painand promises yourselfto make it a better worldBut as you growyou realisehow insignificant you areUndaunted you trybut try as you mightyou always failNursing the woundsyou cry in a cornerwondering what went wrongRegardless of pain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/88845709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/88845709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88845709' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5033120.post-88791670</id><published>2003-02-09T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T01:49:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All I wantedwas to catch a cloudAnd anxious in my bid,I ran after it.But all it did was to drift even furtherUntil I was stepping At the edge of the cliffAfraid to go any furtherAnd yet to it I beckonedTo return to my sideAnd live life the way it was beforeAnd yet it remained out of reachTeasing and laughingAt what I had lost And would never have once againAnger and disbelief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/88791670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5033120/posts/default/88791670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babybluezpoemsyeah.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88791670' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17911927894362688585</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
