<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340</id><updated>2009-07-31T18:27:46.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..i want to be free...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340.post-5546525134960960684</id><published>2008-11-05T07:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:17:35.848Z</updated><title type='text'>A promise made is a promise kept..??</title><content type='html'>Sparkling, glowing, shining, glimmering&lt;br /&gt;Deep filled sky, this night so clear&lt;br /&gt;Tender moonlight, sounds of leaves shimmering&lt;br /&gt;Hearts with thriving passion, they have no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bond of two souls across oceans blue&lt;br /&gt;Warmth so bold with such delight&lt;br /&gt;This setting like a scene with colors so true&lt;br /&gt;This time, this place it must be right&lt;br /&gt;His hand on heart, "..promise?", "I do"&lt;br /&gt;A beauty from heaven she can believe&lt;br /&gt;Her hand on heart, "..promise?" "Me too"&lt;br /&gt;A knowledge that will make him achieve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26647340-5546525134960960684?l=iftis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/feeds/5546525134960960684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26647340&amp;postID=5546525134960960684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/5546525134960960684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/5546525134960960684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/2008/11/promise-made-is-promise-kept.html' title='A promise made is a promise kept..??'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02451279372023693250'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340.post-6142354929967070625</id><published>2008-09-18T18:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:09:49.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>..misunderstanding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;='[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;br /&gt;That's much I love you (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;That's how much I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stand ya&lt;br /&gt;Most everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I not like you for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz you won't let me&lt;br /&gt;You upset me girl&lt;br /&gt;And then you kiss my lips&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I forget (that I was upset)&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what to do&lt;br /&gt;So that I can't stay mad at you&lt;br /&gt;For too long that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;br /&gt;But I hate it...&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how to touch&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't want to fuss... and fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Said I despise that I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (I need you...)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy (oooh whoah...)&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so (oooh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;br /&gt;And you completely know the power that you have&lt;br /&gt;The only one that makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;br /&gt;Sad and it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;How you take advantage of the fact&lt;br /&gt;That I... love you beyond the reason why (why...)&lt;br /&gt;And it just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need you (yeah...)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you girl&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go&lt;br /&gt;But I hate that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me&lt;br /&gt;And your kiss won't make me weak&lt;br /&gt;But no one in this world knows me the way you know me&lt;br /&gt;So you'll probably always have a spell on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love&lt;br /&gt;You soooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;br /&gt;As much I love you (as much as I need you oh...)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I need you (oooh... as so much I love you)&lt;br /&gt;As much I love you (oh...)&lt;br /&gt;As much as I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rihanna:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I hate that I love you soooo&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand how much I need ya (cant stand how much I need you)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how much I love you boy&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't let you go (but I just can't let you go no...)&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I love you so... soo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26647340-6142354929967070625?l=iftis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/feeds/6142354929967070625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26647340&amp;postID=6142354929967070625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/6142354929967070625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/6142354929967070625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/2008/09/misunderstanding.html' title='..misunderstanding!'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02451279372023693250'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340.post-4431342652486178373</id><published>2008-07-14T09:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:23:39.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First there is the emotion&lt;br /&gt;An overwhelming feeling of pain&lt;br /&gt;A sadness on the inside&lt;br /&gt;A soul that is screaming&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;A mind that is dying&lt;br /&gt;And now one that is crying&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful eyes well up&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, Silently&lt;br /&gt;A single tear slides&lt;br /&gt;Out of the eye, over the cheek&lt;br /&gt;A tiny drop of water&lt;br /&gt;Salty taste of despair&lt;br /&gt;But not of defeat&lt;br /&gt;Another tear is sliding&lt;br /&gt;Falling, dropping&lt;br /&gt;Stop&lt;br /&gt;Hit by a ray of light&lt;br /&gt;A burst of colour&lt;br /&gt;A splatter of rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;No more tears, time to fight back&lt;br /&gt;Block out the pictures&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts and emotions&lt;br /&gt;Clenched fists&lt;br /&gt;Stand up a little straighter&lt;br /&gt;Stand up to face the world&lt;br /&gt;Tears are a thing of the past&lt;/em&gt; 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title='Tears'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02451279372023693250'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340.post-6916691380062022548</id><published>2008-01-07T00:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:16:24.717Z</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute, fun, and sweet, my ideal girl is just a stone's throw away - she's the girl next door. She's Sandra Bullock, Billie Piper, and Meg Ryan all rolled up into one. Naturally pretty rather than glamorous, she's unpretentious and generous. She loves animals and children, and is great with both. I am attracted to her strong values and traditional ways. Although she demands great respect, she's not particularly high-maintenance. Her ideal date is more likely to be dinner and a film than heading out for a night on the town. She's careful yet spontaneous - a bit of the guy's girl, a bit of a cover girl (the nice kind), and just a hint of the hippie chick. But she's got an appeal that's all her own, which is why I can't stay away. Her winning smile, bright eyes, and loving nature make me want to hold on tight and never let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26647340-6916691380062022548?l=iftis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/feeds/6916691380062022548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26647340&amp;postID=6916691380062022548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/6916691380062022548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/6916691380062022548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-ideal-girl.html' title='My Ideal Girl'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02451279372023693250'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647340.post-9094298284833448677</id><published>2008-01-07T00:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:15:38.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;I once had a friend who grew to be very close to me. Once when we were sitting&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of a swimming pool, she filled the palm of her hand with some water&lt;br /&gt;and held it before me, and said this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see this water carefully contained on my hand? It symbolizes Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how I saw it: As long as you keep your hand caringly open and allow it&lt;br /&gt;to remain there, it will always be there. However, if you attempt to close your&lt;br /&gt;fingers round it and try to posses it, it will spill through the first cracks it&lt;br /&gt;finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love...they try to&lt;br /&gt;posses it, they demand, they expect... and just like the water spilling out of&lt;br /&gt;your hand, love will retrieve from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love is meant to be free, you cannot change its nature. If there are people&lt;br /&gt;you love, allow them to be free beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give and don't expect.&lt;br /&gt;Advise, but don't order.&lt;br /&gt;Ask, but never demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple, but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly&lt;br /&gt;practice. It is the secret to true love. To truly practice it, you must&lt;br /&gt;sincerely feel no expectations from those who you love, and yet an unconditional&lt;br /&gt;caring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing thought... Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take; but by&lt;br /&gt;the moments that take our breath away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful!!! Live it !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26647340-9094298284833448677?l=iftis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/feeds/9094298284833448677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26647340&amp;postID=9094298284833448677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/9094298284833448677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26647340/posts/default/9094298284833448677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iftis.blogspot.com/2008/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ifty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14244306889517832500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02451279372023693250'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>