<?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-13538832</id><updated>2009-02-21T01:21:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny Cutee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-115699822995617300</id><published>2006-08-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:23:49.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAK NA!!!</title><content type='html'>Well... I'm Speechless up to now... I just want to cry and cry... I'm trying to be happy. I'm trying not to think about it... But it really hurts alot... last night August 31,2006 he already broke up with me I just don't know what happened I felt all the guilt I feel soooo.... alone I just want to cry :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-115699822995617300?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/115699822995617300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=115699822995617300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/115699822995617300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/115699822995617300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/08/break-na.html' title='BREAK NA!!!'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-114899481735069202</id><published>2006-05-30T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T06:13:37.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's really special</title><content type='html'>well when I've met my boyfriend and we're still friends he's really a nice person. And he's very special with his friends. He's special for us. he's very nice i haven't seen a guy who's willing to sacrifice for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we had a very big problem now his whole family doesn't like me. Well I accept that. they even ask him to break our relationship. He told his family that our relationship was gone already but the truth is we're still having our long distance relationship he calls me when ever he's free and he doesn't see any of his relatives surrounding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he still do love me he answered me yes. And he told me that he's willing to do everything for me. he'll not leave me and he loves me very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy when I heard that that's why he's really special to me and I'll never forget him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-114899481735069202?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/114899481735069202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=114899481735069202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/114899481735069202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/114899481735069202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-really-special.html' title='He&apos;s really special'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-114377984828349100</id><published>2006-03-30T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:37:28.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" VERY BAD DAY "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well I think it's my unlucky day today.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We had our reporting in one of our subjects PTOUR1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I thought while making our power point presentation our report will be nice and attractive because of the different sites and the chosen sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I even slept late just to finish that group project. It is a group project yet I was the only one who made the research and the powerpoint except my boyfriend helped a little in making our powerpoint presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I really thought that it will look nice and presentable. When we presented it looks like we're such a loser my group mates and I can't even explain the impacts of tourism on that particular destination. after having our report my group mates seems angry at me because it didn't come out right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well I was the only one who made it and researched for it and also the only one who's speaks in front then they got angry at me. Actually a friend pitty me because of that I think even my boy friend get a little angry at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-114377984828349100?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/114377984828349100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=114377984828349100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/114377984828349100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/114377984828349100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-bad-day.html' title='&quot; VERY BAD DAY &quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113953308251112874</id><published>2006-02-09T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:58:02.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I caught Him hehehe "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm finally feeling very happy and full of blessings now. I don't feel alonge anymore because my mom helped my boyfriend process his enrollment. He's paid already. Well without my mom's help and the friends of my mom's help maybe I'm alone now walking at the hall way without any companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We're very happy. every afternoon we go to the chapel and pray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Valentines day is fast approaching. While me and my boyfriend were heading to the chapel someone approached him and gave him a small card. I actually want to see that card but he doesn't wants me to see it. Then I entered the chapel and he stayed out. Then suddenly he came in and asked what is our classroom every chemlec class then I asked him why does he asked me that question? well he told me nothing somebody just asked him. A friend asked him that's why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The following day I came in school maybe 10am before my class I went there and looked at the LMO's booth the La Sallian Ministry Office booth. They have a booth for valentines day. So there I looked and head at the classroom for my class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;After that my boyfriend told me that he'll go near the chapel again he told me to wait for him at the school's snack bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well me and my friend can't wait any longer because we'll be late for the next class that's why we followed him near the chapel and there we've seen him having registration and talking with some one then my friend and I looked at the booth again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well??? we caught him. His having a surprise for me that's why my friend told him " Rodzell bukong buko ka na tama na yan" then he answered " oo na sige na mauna na kayo ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well I burst out laughing and at the same time I giggled with joy and with tears from my eyes because I didn't expect that something like that will happen and it surprised me alot but he told me that he'll not continue it anymore because I knew it already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well... Well.. Well... I caught him hehehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113953308251112874?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113953308251112874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113953308251112874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113953308251112874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113953308251112874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-caught-him-hehehe.html' title='&quot; I caught Him hehehe &quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113918586419484523</id><published>2006-02-05T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:31:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well.... I'm very sad right now coz... first I have my fever. I'm not feeling well. Second I'm sad because I can't see my boyfriend regularly anymore because he will be dropped by the school because he haven't payed his tuition fee. Something's wrong with his educational plan that's why. I think I'll spent my valentine alone hope not. Tomorrow is our last day to see each other, to kiss each other and to hug each other. Well I hope that, that day willn't be our last day of loving each other what I mean is that eventhough he's not going to school anymore I hope to see him and I wish that this is not our last day of having each other. I love him very much. That's why I keep on praying. I'll miss him alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113918586419484523?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113918586419484523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113918586419484523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113918586419484523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113918586419484523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/02/sad.html' title='&quot;Sad&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113894317098499163</id><published>2006-02-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:06:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Little Fights"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well my boyfriend and I were starting to have our little fights. Fights about small things. Sometimes I'm asking my self why was he acting that way? Maybe he was influenced by our childish guy friend. Actually I don't like that kind. But I do really love him that's why I'm accepting it. But sometimes it annoys me already. I don't know what to do. We act like we're kids but we do still understand each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113894317098499163?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113894317098499163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113894317098499163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113894317098499163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113894317098499163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-fights.html' title='&quot;Little Fights&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113858082392280248</id><published>2006-01-29T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:27:03.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"woooh long time no BLOG"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh well after a long busy time here I am again. Well I have a good news me and my boyfriend are getting stronger hehehehe.... and I'm really happy for both of us. We're always having our date at  Cultural Center Park or at the Bay Walk. We're planning to have our valentines date in our house. We're going to have our candle light dinner prepared by my parents. They love my boyfriend sooo  much as if we're a newly wed couple already hehehehe... that's why I'm really happy because I can't say that I'm wrong to choose that guy for me. He really do loves me a lot and I do really love him too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113858082392280248?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113858082392280248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113858082392280248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113858082392280248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113858082392280248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2006/01/woooh-long-time-no-blog.html' title='&quot;woooh long time no BLOG&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113192687065736745</id><published>2005-11-14T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:07:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"BAY WALK"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Me and my Boylet were together last Saturday 11/12/05 we went to intramuros to meet other friends to play badminton but they didn't showed up. So we decided to go to Bay walk to watch the sunset. Then when we got there we sat on the bench and watched the sunset. It was a very nice experience of him and I. I acn feel the spark between us. I'm very happy that time because I've dreamed of that before that a guy would bring me to a nice place. And when the night comes we sat beside the sea under the stars with romantic music. It's very nice. I can remember the hugs and kisses that we've shared that night and the sayings of I LOVE YOU to each other. Actually he cried at me. He said he's having his tears of joy because he's with me and he felt loved by me. I hugged him and said to him that I'm very happy that I have met the man of my dreams. He also told me that no one except me that made him happy. And he thanked me because I always understand him. He's very nice I really like him. And now I felt lucky to have him in my life. I'm praying that one day he will be my husband and he will become the model of our kids. that is the most memorable experience that we had in "BAY WALK"&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/13538832-113192687065736745?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113192687065736745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113192687065736745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113192687065736745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113192687065736745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/11/bay-walk.html' title='&quot;BAY WALK&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113090116433656213</id><published>2005-11-01T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:12:44.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I did everything just to find him but nothing happened"</title><content type='html'>October 31, 2005 we visited my grandfather's cemetery. thet time me and my almost boyfriend " M.U." are texting each other. we're planning of meeting each other at manila memorial park near our home in bf. parañaque. I told him that it's near to us coz we have a short cut there from our village. then we both felt the excitement. Then when my cousin, my friend and I were there already we kept on texting him and calling him. we tried to find him any where but i guess we're not destined to meet each other that time. My foot aches already and I'm already tired in searching for him I guess he also feels that way. I felt that I did everything just to find him and be with him for just a single moment but nothing happened. I feel frustrated and at the same time sad coz i expected too much but nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113090116433656213?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113090116433656213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113090116433656213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113090116433656213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113090116433656213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-did-everything-just-to-find-him-but.html' title='&quot; I did everything just to find him but nothing happened&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-113090047592935862</id><published>2005-11-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:01:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" new love life new life"</title><content type='html'>Well after 5 months of moving on I met a new guy again. He's so kind, gentle man, intelligent, sweet and caring. I met him when I've joined my org's seminar Self Awareness Seminar(SAS). I actually don't know happened. I just fell for him I mean I easily developed my feelings for him. After the SAS we became very close friends he waits for me after class or I wait forhim after class. Then every lunch time since we have the same break we're together. He's very nice I actually do not expect that this thing will happen that he will also fell for me. But we've only  known each other 3 weeks ago. And he told me his feelings that he loves me already and I also do love him. and yesterday while he was  withme in the University MallItold him that I don't love my x boyfriend any more but he keeps on telling me that I still do love my x but I really told him that he's the one then I cried. He told me it's ok to cry and he'll help me to move on. And we promised with each other that after 1 year or 2 years then we're still close and still have feelings with each other we'll try to have our commitment. I really love him. I guess he's the one and I guess that I'm inlove again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-113090047592935862?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/113090047592935862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=113090047592935862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113090047592935862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/113090047592935862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-love-life-new-life.html' title='&quot; new love life new life&quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-112960946726200975</id><published>2005-10-18T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T21:24:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't know what to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what to do right now. About my situation with my best friend . I don't know if this is normal if you're best friends and you fell for each other. We both don't like to destroy our friendship that's why it's hard for us to make a commitment. But we do both love each other and we both don't know what to do maybe we should stay friends. Then after a year or so then maybe we can be more than friends but I don't know if we still both like each other that time that's why i don't know what to do because I really really fell for him and he also does fell for me too.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/13538832-112960946726200975?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/112960946726200975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=112960946726200975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112960946726200975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112960946726200975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title='I Don&apos;t know what to do'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-112917112432393473</id><published>2005-10-12T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:38:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Have I Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your lips speak soft sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Your touch a cool caress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am lost in your magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My heart beats within your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think of you each morningAnd dream of you each night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I think of your arms being around meAnd cannot express my delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Never have I fallenBut I am quickly on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You hold a heart in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;That has never before been given away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-112917112432393473?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/112917112432393473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=112917112432393473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112917112432393473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112917112432393473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/10/never-have-i-fallen.html' title='Never Have I Fallen'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-112917050316178400</id><published>2005-10-12T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T19:28:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I'm inlove again "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after 4 months of sorrow about my x boyfriend finally i moved on already. He has his new girlfriend now and his girl friend is very nice she became my friend and that's very cool. Many things changed and happened. Last September 30 up to October 2 I've joined an overnight seminar called Self Awareness seminar in Social Actions Office(SAO). this Seminar is very helpful for me. I knew new people they are very nice. I met this guy his very nice at first I thought he's very snobbish but as days passes by we became very close even after the camp.He waits for me after class. We're always together. He'svery sweet caring loving etc. He got the character ofmy dad. And that's what I dream for for a guy. Eventhough he's not that handsome but he's very nice. I'm starting to developmy feelings for him. He told me that there is a possibility for him to court me but there are many obstacles that's blocking his way to that to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;he mentioned time. it's true it's just a week that we're together but we became very very close already. second he told me that he has a girl friend but they broke up last monday october 10. third we're both member of one org. and there's a policy about that. But he told me that maybe after a year or what we can be couples. We promised to eachother that if we both have feelings with each other then we just tell eachother tht we're inlove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But you know with that kind of attitude of him I really fell for him already. I love him but I got to control my feelings beacause I don't want to expect that he will be my boyfriend someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but everyday that we're together the more I'm getting myself developed with him. And I don't know what to do now I guess I'm inlove again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-112917050316178400?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/112917050316178400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=112917050316178400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112917050316178400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/112917050316178400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-inlove-again.html' title='&quot; I&apos;m inlove again &quot;'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13538832.post-111846405371840934</id><published>2005-06-10T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:27:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free</title><content type='html'>Free at last from all the pain&lt;br /&gt;            Free from all the hurt I have gained&lt;br /&gt;            Free at last from crying at night&lt;br /&gt;            Free from worrying of loosing the fight&lt;br /&gt;            Free at last from the fear of losing you&lt;br /&gt;            Free from those days of not knowing &lt;br /&gt;                   that to think and do&lt;br /&gt;               Free at last from thinking&lt;br /&gt;             if my love just went to waste&lt;br /&gt;             free from the thought of believing we were mates&lt;br /&gt;             free at last to open my heart&lt;br /&gt;             free again to give it a new start&lt;br /&gt;             free at last to love someone new&lt;br /&gt;             Finally I'm free, for not loving you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13538832-111846405371840934?l=jennycutee.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/feeds/111846405371840934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13538832&amp;postID=111846405371840934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/111846405371840934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13538832/posts/default/111846405371840934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennycutee.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m Free'/><author><name>jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15453522427348713274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07387827405005366358'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>