<?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-166822151728761351</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:59:21.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelots to the fools</title><subtitle type='html'>my mouth shuts as my heart speaks..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-2236003363741246067</id><published>2009-02-08T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T06:50:51.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry-free</title><content type='html'>god knows how many times ive attempted to cry to relieve the stress thats been running through me. yet, no matter what i do, no tears fall from my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, it scares.&lt;div 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title='cry-free'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-30990966095573249</id><published>2009-01-24T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:14:21.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It started out as a feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'll come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you call me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Doesn't mean it's never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Been this way before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All you can do is try to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Who your friends are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And follow the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When they call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You'll come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When they call you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No need to say good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-regina spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-30990966095573249?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/30990966095573249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=30990966095573249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/30990966095573249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/30990966095573249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2009/01/call.html' title='the call'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-7617068482115547510</id><published>2009-01-15T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:40:55.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER singles are WE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;over time, you tell yourself that you have become better and even brag to everyone that you are no longer bitter towards love and whatever. but when you really think deeper, you hate to admit that something is going all wrong. you know you've moved on and you're so sure about it but it seems that you're just not ready to take a step forward from the spot you're at. what i'm saying is that, why does it have to be so hard to open your heart to someone new? and why does his name have to be the answer when youre asked who you want to hurry back to you by any forms of miracle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say, you can only let go completely of someone when the next one comes along. maybe they're right. id choose to believe so too. but what happens when a few show up but none of them you want? it becomes too difficult for you because the truth is, you seek for the one closely similar to that of the past and when you find no one, it's when you realize that what you really want is having to experience the past once more even not with the same person anymore. but then again you know very well that he's not coming back and even if he does, things will never be as perfect as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-7617068482115547510?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/7617068482115547510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=7617068482115547510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/7617068482115547510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/7617068482115547510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2009/01/over-time-you-tell-yourself-that-you.html' title='BETTER singles are WE.'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-6135646306084992155</id><published>2009-01-13T19:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T01:29:05.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bs songs for the bs souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;darlene--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tried to erase the way your kisses taste But some things a girl can never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(P.S. im still not over you- rihanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;judith--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why are we still friends? when everything says we should be more than we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(why are we still friends- 98 degrees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;marie--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why do we hurt each other? Why do we push love away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(water runs dry-boyz II men)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nicole--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And i ache to remember All the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Come on get high-matt nathanson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friza--&lt;br /&gt;I'll erase your taste and let you go slowly. Suddenly it wasn't enough, your lust disguised as love.&lt;br /&gt;(Guillotine-Urbandub)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;kim--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Strike me down with lightning Let me feel you in my veins I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(Thunder- boys like girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;joyce--&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its sad to belong to someone else when the right one comes along&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;unknown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;trixie--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And all of a sudden when you left I didn't know how to follow It's like a shot that spun me around and now my heart left I feel so empty and hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(Rehab-rihanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-6135646306084992155?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/6135646306084992155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=6135646306084992155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/6135646306084992155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/6135646306084992155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2009/01/bs-songs-for-bs-souls.html' title='bs songs for the bs souls'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-423957388098897201</id><published>2009-01-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:24:08.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate that i love you</title><content type='html'>--- applies no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, it's been a year. I returned, and may i just say that i am so much better now. single still, but not anymore bitter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year that is&lt;br /&gt;-- with an &lt;em&gt;empty heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, im happy and i have always managed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who needs that "guy" anyway, when i know that i have my friends, my loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you're alone nor does it mean you have to go home alone by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--sean,joyce or ian can take me home safely on a dark niggght.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you have to spend your own cash on an expensive dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--whats the use of your friends' birthdays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you get no goodmorning texts by some special people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--forwarded messages in the morning will always reach you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you are restricted of getting human warmths on cold days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--huggable friends may become your teddy bears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you are not to go to the mountains for some cuddles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--fieldtrips and new acquaintances should be welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you are to get jealous when you see lovers pass you by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--you can have your chance in god's time, ya know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you have to enjoy eskimo pies and belgian waffles with no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;--i can always share it best with yen2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you do not care about anyone in particular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;-- i care about bs, really, i do. and to the rest of my better friendssss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;being single never means you were not loved, are not loved at all, or not to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;coz you were loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;( --sadly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;coz you are LOVED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(--truly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;.. and will be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt; --madly)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it is when you are single when you appreciate things you fail to notice before and it's when you do that you realize that they matter more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-423957388098897201?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/423957388098897201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=423957388098897201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/423957388098897201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/423957388098897201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2009/01/hate-that-i-love-you.html' title='hate that i love you'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-4308075466540650420</id><published>2008-03-02T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T02:57:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soul breaks with the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;last night-- was the greatest night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the two of us-- we were miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and will forever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;so my sweetest good bye to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"since you decided to push me away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;make sure that when all else fails,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're never coming back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz once i turn around and leave you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never get to love me again."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lovelots to the fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-4308075466540650420?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/4308075466540650420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=4308075466540650420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/4308075466540650420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/4308075466540650420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2008/03/soul-breaks-with-night.html' title='soul breaks with the night'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-4910958465970020174</id><published>2008-02-24T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:43:48.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inyo pa ron..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;he told me that i was just another face in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i told him that he was just another jerk up the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;maybe it was my fault to interrupt his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;because while he was walking away i heard him murmur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"another face in the crowd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;that managed to take my breath away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;while i found myself saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"another jerk up the street, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;that i'd die to live next to.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;---waaaaaaaaaaaa, booooooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ron..'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-7094439477307600011</id><published>2008-02-24T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:31:56.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i see them from afar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;they were too happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;they even failed to notice me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i find myself thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;how did they seem to manage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;how did they keep up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;its been years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;they are still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i was excited for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;it's 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;both of them were mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;really mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;he was shouting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;she was screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;he was yelling at her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;as she was crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;i was just seated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;looking at the both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;how could she see seem to manage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;how could he be so unkind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;it's her day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;can't he even realize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happy birthday my mother hen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-7094439477307600011?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/7094439477307600011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=7094439477307600011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/7094439477307600011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/7094439477307600011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-see-them-from-afar.html' title='weird'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-3257492988765274966</id><published>2008-02-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:34:09.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abcdefg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#9999ff;"&gt;you deserve to be happy :)&lt;br /&gt;and i know right..&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i guess you're even happier coz today you're a year wiser. or so i thought. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends- and just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship-- i choose to keep it. and not any eskimo pie or some other snickers and kisses could ever outweigh the love i have for the friendship we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wishing you the bestest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made my day but i wasnt able to make yours. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly but true,&lt;br /&gt;i love how you roll sweet nothings that make me fall apart :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-3257492988765274966?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/3257492988765274966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=3257492988765274966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/3257492988765274966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/3257492988765274966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2008/02/abcdefg.html' title='abcdefg'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166822151728761351.post-8638370638951254184</id><published>2008-02-21T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:32:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how soon is soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so i guess, i havent had enough yet. ive always known what hurts but still.. i hold on. ive always managed to. so i wait for him to hurt me even more, coz then i know. ill be more than glad to let him go. for now, i wait.. but i really wish it'd be soon. so sooon. its just what i need. i have to get what i need. soon. more hurt than ill be satisfied. and then a smile, that simple gesture ive always missed, that of which people missed too, may appear. and then ill suddenly feel an unfamiliar feeling, happiness. its whats real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166822151728761351-8638370638951254184?l=prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/feeds/8638370638951254184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166822151728761351&amp;postID=8638370638951254184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/8638370638951254184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166822151728761351/posts/default/8638370638951254184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettypleasewithcherries.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-too-soon.html' title='how soon is soon?'/><author><name>fromthemostinnocent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11340682487166984522</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
