<?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-5933454846446999326</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:35:47.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When there was Me and You</title><subtitle type='html'>When you least expected it to happen, it does. When you least expected it to comes, it will. What is the thing of least expectation? It is love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A d a m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668189661853652527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23g4tBRUtqM/SzyPo-N2UkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O-gQp__2ckg/S220/10362.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-5895242761513634033</id><published>2010-08-29T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T10:53:13.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 more days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/THnLWNw-MXI/AAAAAAAAFS0/GypcMNeJC6A/s1600/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510659201577136498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/THnLWNw-MXI/AAAAAAAAFS0/GypcMNeJC6A/s320/DSC00260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i know i said i won't ever update on this blog. but it look so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-5895242761513634033?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5895242761513634033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/25-more-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/5895242761513634033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/5895242761513634033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/25-more-days.html' title='25 more days!'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/THnLWNw-MXI/AAAAAAAAFS0/GypcMNeJC6A/s72-c/DSC00260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-6520660940992207117</id><published>2010-08-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:18:49.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still love you.</title><content type='html'>we are heading to a year!! twelve months. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-6520660940992207117?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/6520660940992207117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-still-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/6520660940992207117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/6520660940992207117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-still-love-you.html' title='i still love you.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-3990743799227462556</id><published>2010-07-05T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:21:08.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/TDHTZRPZrmI/AAAAAAAAFPU/sviT-ldqpfA/s1600/IMG_4821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490401851819535970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/TDHTZRPZrmI/AAAAAAAAFPU/sviT-ldqpfA/s320/IMG_4821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;its been a really long time since i set my prints again onto this blog. the last post was in march! and that's like so long ago. and time has passed so fast that now we have been dating for the nine months. coming ten then soon A YEAR! and as usual i would still be saying the same thing "i'm happy to be with IQBAL ADAM". we have been going thru quite a lot of ups and downs lately. but we pulled it thru and we did it all together. we are never perfect but we will always try to be better for each other. he can't always be there for me nor can i. i guess that's just the challenge we must deal with. whether or not we would be soulmate in the future,i know it's worth being with him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just something in my mind that i think it's valuable to share. i would rather be with someone who treat me really good even there is a huge difference in religion rather than being with someone who doesn't treat me as good and is the same religion as i am. i know everything in my life will have to change even my name. i know the consequences. but would you do the same if you were me? some say i'm a fool. i'm still young right now,so i will just let God and time to judge and decide it for me. as for now,i'm just gonna make this worth spending time and effort on. and as you know love is not about just loving each other and that's it,but it's about trying to provide and give the best to one another. and that's what love is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i dated you,things changed. and it's a good change. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-3990743799227462556?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3990743799227462556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3990743799227462556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3990743799227462556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-months.html' title='it&apos;s been months!'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/TDHTZRPZrmI/AAAAAAAAFPU/sviT-ldqpfA/s72-c/IMG_4821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-3557188839429377803</id><published>2010-03-05T21:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:21:24.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back fatty bum bum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hello again. So its been awhile since i update anything here. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to blog just isn't there when you have to manage two blogs. Yes,that '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;toing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' boy is lazy. Smack him won't do any good,he will just say I'm fat and need to lose weight. My face is slightly rounder ever since the boyfriend came back or maybe I'm imagining it. He never stop feeding me. And food happens to be our passion. Scary but its so true. I can't say no cause there's just no time for me to say anything. Once i open my mouth,the food is already stuff in. There's no wonder why i wouldn't gain weight. So now I'm gonna jog under the sun,and get darker. Dark is the new fair. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! There's a sacrifice to everything. Just give me one month,and I'm gonna shake your fats. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know,everything is going very well between both of us. We love each other like there's no tomorrow. He cares a lot and when i say he cares,he cares like he cares about his body hair. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! He love his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been together for 5 months now. And we are happy to say things are good. Nothing is coming &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our way,just some difficulties but we are strong enough to pull each other out. He is also helping me dealing with my emotion. He's doing all means to be there for me all the time. But in the end,I got to deal the bigger part by my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pictures together and will upload here soon. Not now though but soon.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,this is just a short update so this blog doesn't seem dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-3557188839429377803?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3557188839429377803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-fatty-bum-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3557188839429377803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3557188839429377803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-fatty-bum-bum.html' title='I&apos;m back fatty bum bum'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-3180485197991397096</id><published>2010-02-11T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:21:39.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S3L6to7lBlI/AAAAAAAAE8E/7OZmQi82QdU/s1600-h/DSCN5159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436683362177975890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S3L6to7lBlI/AAAAAAAAE8E/7OZmQi82QdU/s320/DSCN5159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S3L6swzCEpI/AAAAAAAAE78/7tcMtFSCVB4/s1600-h/DSCN5149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436683347109745298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S3L6swzCEpI/AAAAAAAAE78/7tcMtFSCVB4/s320/DSCN5149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Making every date special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-3180485197991397096?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3180485197991397096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-every-date-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3180485197991397096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3180485197991397096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-every-date-special.html' title=''/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S3L6to7lBlI/AAAAAAAAE8E/7OZmQi82QdU/s72-c/DSCN5159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-815670895105324555</id><published>2010-02-01T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:21:54.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you pumpkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;You asked why no update,and you don't even update!! *smacks hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-815670895105324555?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/815670895105324555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-you-pumpkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/815670895105324555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/815670895105324555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-you-pumpkin.html' title='for you pumpkin.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-1357435766309734614</id><published>2010-01-24T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:22:26.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1xgJF61_AI/AAAAAAAAE10/cw0z5o1pYkk/s1600-h/DSCN4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430320960026049538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1xgJF61_AI/AAAAAAAAE10/cw0z5o1pYkk/s320/DSCN4825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; Happy quarter-anniversary baby. We shall go thru everything together. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1xgI13lHlI/AAAAAAAAE1s/PJoEH76linE/s1600-h/DSCN4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430320955717394002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1xgI13lHlI/AAAAAAAAE1s/PJoEH76linE/s320/DSCN4806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-1357435766309734614?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1357435766309734614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1357435766309734614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1357435766309734614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='♥'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1xgJF61_AI/AAAAAAAAE10/cw0z5o1pYkk/s72-c/DSCN4825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-983378446277202048</id><published>2010-01-20T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:22:53.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your who i want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1b1R6RQDII/AAAAAAAAEzk/nb67kQ8gZRg/s1600-h/DSCN4678.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428796088889904258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1b1R6RQDII/AAAAAAAAEzk/nb67kQ8gZRg/s320/DSCN4678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I woke up early and made muffins for baby. I hope he likes it. He must!! Its nothing biggie. It would be great if i could make something even bigger for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1b1RUbYOjI/AAAAAAAAEzc/cwj65_f1T2E/s1600-h/DSCN4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428796078731835954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1b1RUbYOjI/AAAAAAAAEzc/cwj65_f1T2E/s320/DSCN4688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; I feel protect just by standing beside you,baby. I love you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-983378446277202048?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/983378446277202048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-who-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/983378446277202048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/983378446277202048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-who-i-want.html' title='Your who i want.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S1b1R6RQDII/AAAAAAAAEzk/nb67kQ8gZRg/s72-c/DSCN4678.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-3038705699423272926</id><published>2010-01-19T01:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:23:11.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hey baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its your birthday!! Your a year older which makes me a year younger. *BIG grin*&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be able to make something for you on this day. I hope you like it even if its just a small thing. I been planning it even before you got back to M'sia. I hope everything I'm about to do turns out perfect. Its my first time,baby!! Please say you love it. I'm still not done yet though,i think? Did you know its so hard to get things around Miri??? Maybe i went looking at the wrong place. And of course I'm happy your back too. Now I can always run to you and get hugs anytime i want. I love holding your big hands,cause it makes me feel so protected. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,i still remember each and every moment we had for the past 3 months together (coming 4). The chat we had,the talks,the texts,the laughs,the tears,cammie,everything. All those are our memories and I'm glad i had the chance to share it with you. The way we got together was also very special that i will never forget for the rest of my life. I know you won't too. It was from a prank to something so special and i don't want to let it go ever. I can never ask for anything more knowing now your here with me. We gonna make everything special and perfect,okay dear? We shall go thru everything together,side by side. I will never let you walk alone. I will be that shining light to guide you thru darkness. I shall be your angel and protect you from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year shall be one of your best year. Since your a year older now,may everything work out for you; studies,life,family,friends,love,health whatever that comes your way. I know its still early to even predict what would even happen,but just be positive okay baby? There's more to come,and i hope i will still be the one holding your hand till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been blogging here much and i lost that thingamajing. Sorry baby. Your doing the same too,hello?!! You still owe me!! Don't care,i want to claim it from you today!! You shall be my slave. *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday again baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me love you loads. And still be loving you till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gonna be wild tonight,i wanna know. Teehee. Cause i kepo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always,&lt;br /&gt;Your banana girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-3038705699423272926?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3038705699423272926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3038705699423272926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3038705699423272926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday baby.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-5333219694175057714</id><published>2010-01-01T20:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T21:23:56.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of the year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Its been a hundred days since we started dating. Happy 100&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; days together,my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-5333219694175057714?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/5333219694175057714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-day-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/5333219694175057714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/5333219694175057714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2010/01/1st-day-of-year.html' title='1st day of the year.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-216259473271981444</id><published>2009-12-21T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:17:34.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait till January comes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sy-Cs5ncD0I/AAAAAAAAEuU/csKfUM2jzWg/s1600-h/DSCN3967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692584642088770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sy-Cs5ncD0I/AAAAAAAAEuU/csKfUM2jzWg/s320/DSCN3967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; I think about you night and day even when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; snapping pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-216259473271981444?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/216259473271981444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-wait-till-january-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/216259473271981444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/216259473271981444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-wait-till-january-comes.html' title='I can&apos;t wait till January comes.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sy-Cs5ncD0I/AAAAAAAAEuU/csKfUM2jzWg/s72-c/DSCN3967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-7092433979168330796</id><published>2009-12-07T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:18:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get you out of my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby,by the time you read this,I'm already fast asleep. Now your in Qatar,its gonna be even tougher for us to cammie,harder for us to chat and we can't even text. I'm not liking it a bit. I miss you so much,I wish i could be there with you. I really want to be there. My heart aches thinking about it. I know I'll be in your arms soon enough,and it will always be a day closer. I prefer when your still in Melbourne. I got the time difference mixed up. Your now 5 hours backwards. It will definitely be a challenge for both of us. I suppose couple would have to face hard times to earn a good relationship. I hope so dear. I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you miss me. Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me too. I'm not used with all of this yet. Sooner or later I will. I want February to come. I want it to happen just by a blink of an eye. I want you here by my side. I want to be able to love you more. I don't want to cry missing you. I want you to be the one to wipe the tears away if i ever cry. I want you to be there to hug me,hold me and tease me. I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee,I won't be able to go online in the day time already after Wednesday. Some malay lady is gonna be taking my table and everything in the office. I'm just gonna be left with a table and my cell phone. I don't want,but i can't do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are out on Wednesday too. I'm worried. I don't want to fail. It will reduce all my chances for everything. I don't want to be force to stay at home when your back. I'm feeling so depressed. Its tougher now that i have to go through it by my own,and I don't know how to tell you since I can't always be online. But I will find a way though. I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,me missing you loads. And I'm thinking about you all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:loveyoubabydearest:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-7092433979168330796?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7092433979168330796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-get-you-out-of-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7092433979168330796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7092433979168330796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-get-you-out-of-my-mind.html' title='I can&apos;t get you out of my mind'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-8881336903344344761</id><published>2009-12-05T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:29:49.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving you as long time let us to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sxpe94XcxsI/AAAAAAAAEl8/OKP5JeMY58Y/s1600-h/Hearts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411742319434843842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sxpe94XcxsI/AAAAAAAAEl8/OKP5JeMY58Y/s400/Hearts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; I love you too!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-8881336903344344761?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8881336903344344761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-you-as-long-time-let-us-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/8881336903344344761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/8881336903344344761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-you-as-long-time-let-us-to.html' title='Loving you as long time let us to'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Sxpe94XcxsI/AAAAAAAAEl8/OKP5JeMY58Y/s72-c/Hearts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-4927050973151645524</id><published>2009-11-30T16:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:16:45.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you were here cause i'm thinking of you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;This blog feels/seems dead. But just so you know,we are still alive,breathing,kicking ass and most of all loving each other deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;My life throughout the week has been a little more interesting compared with what I usually would do on a typical weekend. Walking around the entire mall for three whole hours in heels is crazy. Went home with two huge blister together with my gorgeous heels. And I got the pants I wanted but got it in a different colour. So I was in Parkson three times in two days,ate ice cream two times in two days,met the same friend three times in three days and things just got better. Been having a lot of mood swing lately. Small things will just pull me down to the ground and I hate being like this. And Chrismas is near. My first Chrismas with the one I heart. But... *sigh* lets' not think nor talk about it. Just be back soon,okay darling? There's so many occasion to celebrate,but we can wait. I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;That's what I did over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Lets see how much of a good girlfriend I am. So I know he's been watching loads of movies. He would go catch a movie right after dinner. Sometimes he would hang out at Nick's or Yogi's place till probably at about 3 in the morning? Don't think baby has been doing much shopping also cause he's been sleeping/napping too much and I got used to it. Both of us can just fall asleep half way texting. I'm even special though,I fall asleep even when I'm half way typing. Things would be alot fun and happier if I was there or he being here. And baby had pan cakes,I don't remember how many times but I want some too! Baby's been reading alot of online comics also,and watching pokemon movie? Doreamon is cuter btw. Stick to doreamon!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I think that's about it. If i do remember more,I'll just add in again in the next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;This post is taking me days. And no,I'm not getting any older. Baby said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;:lovingbabysomuch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-4927050973151645524?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4927050973151645524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-you-were-here-cause-im-thinking-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/4927050973151645524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/4927050973151645524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/wish-you-were-here-cause-im-thinking-of.html' title='Wish you were here cause i&apos;m thinking of you now.'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-7822498224715635821</id><published>2009-11-23T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:23:28.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Stronger than ever ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Two month,baby. Two months. I love you and the love from me to you is growing each day,each hour,each minute and each second. I'm the happiest and luckiest any girl can be. We been strong and tough and it has brought us till this day. Under all those nags,i know you care. And I'll be there for you as i know you would for me. Without you,i wouldn't be looking forward for anything. Without you,i wouldn't be the girl I am today. I love you. Hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-7822498224715635821?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7822498224715635821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/stronger-than-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7822498224715635821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7822498224715635821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/stronger-than-ever.html' title='♥ Stronger than ever ♥'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-1598943833818679275</id><published>2009-11-20T09:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:47:21.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please don't say you are bored of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;The title says it all. I'll be the one blogging till baby finishes his papers. Make sure you blog,i tell you!! Or else...... *threatens*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;I don't know what to blog about besides mentioning how much i miss and love the boyfriend. I'm not a good blogger and at times,my post can be really boring and unrelated. And there isn't any pictures for me to upload. The number of days are getting shorter day by day. And I'm getting closer to the boyfriend each minute. But sometimes when i think about the distance,i start to feel sad inside. Then when i get a text or a call from you,i feel loved once again. Please come back home soon. Pinky promise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;Will be seeing the boyfriend tonight,excited!! So many to tell,so many things to say. Me doing the talking,he doing the listening. Baby is left with two more papers. And he will be so free when he gets his bum bum over to Qatar. At that time,the only way to get baby is through msn and skype. And Qatar is two hours behind. I don't know if that is a good thing or not. Either ways,i don't like the time difference. Its not that bad now though since the hour is just three hours difference. Pfff. So i got to count forward all the time. And every time cammie-ing,he ends up sleeping at 6 something in the morning. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,102)"&gt;:missingbabytoheaps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-1598943833818679275?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1598943833818679275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-dont-say-you-are-bored-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1598943833818679275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1598943833818679275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-dont-say-you-are-bored-of-me.html' title='Please don&apos;t say you are bored of me'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-2637952928270173734</id><published>2009-11-15T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:19:58.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals drives us all up the wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I miss my baby pumpkin. Missing him very much. It was gonna be the last time to see baby last night till finals are over,which is gonna be this week. Pffft. But thanks to Miri Internet line,it didn't happen. I only had a few minutes with baby,and that was it!! I'm telling you,that's my shortest date ever. Boo-hoo. I'm just gonna be thinking/missing/dreaming about baby all week long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His finals are in next week. And i wish him all the best. Don't stress yourself out which i know you already have. I know you will do your best. And i know how bad you want this too. Me rooting you all the way. Bring mini Melanie along,she's gonna your lucky star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:loving you baby:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-2637952928270173734?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/2637952928270173734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/finals-drives-us-all-up-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/2637952928270173734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/2637952928270173734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/finals-drives-us-all-up-wall.html' title='Finals drives us all up the wall'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-1373128780883955708</id><published>2009-11-13T03:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T04:13:58.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Svxr4djhLcI/AAAAAAAAEis/gr9bsKuaiCk/s1600-h/1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403312270688202178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Svxr4djhLcI/AAAAAAAAEis/gr9bsKuaiCk/s320/1035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The words are coming out wrongly. I'm getting my eyes all wet. I'm always one of the person who never fail to be strong in heart. Having such strict parents,makes me who i am today. It may sound silly and weird,but I'm kinda grateful for that. I been through ups and downs,and i went through it all whether i was alone or not. I may cry the whole night even till i fall asleep but I'm always better the next day. Its like it never happen at all. I don't know if that's how i should define 'strong'. There are many times i told the boyfriend,"i will be strong",i mean it. I will be strong like no other. I will wait till I'm finally in your arms. I will wait till you say its enough. I will wait till time decided to end us both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Hearing something i didn't want, hurts so much but i know i would have to bear with it somehow. There's always a way to everything. I know it hurts you as much too. Like a knife stabbing through the heart of two person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will breathe through the night, i will smile when the sun shine through my room. And you will definitely be the first person i think of once i open my eyes. I will do what i usually do, and that is to forget what happened and just go on with what we still have. Nothing is over till we call it the end. We will and shall never say 'sorry'. I will always love you and i will love you like no other. I will be your biggest fan. I will be the one who adore you, admire you, care about you, and most of all love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-1373128780883955708?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/1373128780883955708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-are-coming-out-wrongly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1373128780883955708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/1373128780883955708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/words-are-coming-out-wrongly.html' title=''/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/Svxr4djhLcI/AAAAAAAAEis/gr9bsKuaiCk/s72-c/1035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-3360631942390237660</id><published>2009-11-12T14:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:54:35.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling in love over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was once back then when i didn't believe things happen for a reason,but i do now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was once when all my confident crashed down silently but you pulled them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was once i didn't believe nor have faith in anyone but you prove me wrong by showing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was once i was lost and couldn't get myself right,but you taught me what's wrong and what's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was many time i fail in life but now i got you to tell me that, its okay to fail because you learned from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;There was times when i just think of only myself but i don't want that anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I will think about you, I will think about me, and I will think about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Take good care of yourself,baby. I wish i could do better than just calling,praying and making sure your getting better. I know i can't do much and that sucks. But I'm always there in spirit and in heart,like what you told me. Will it help? I don't know. I just can't imagine you getting sick alone there. =( I feel helpless. So please do fight it. Eat well,rest more and drink loads of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Please take care. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Hugs and kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-3360631942390237660?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3360631942390237660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-in-love-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3360631942390237660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/3360631942390237660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-in-love-over-again.html' title='Falling in love over again'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-8888229926161455602</id><published>2009-11-12T12:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T13:11:55.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning to the blogging world as two become one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Its been so long since I've written a post like this. And this time its not of my thoughts but of ours, from an unexpected prank our relationship turned into something special. I would have never thought of getting together with anyone this year, but she was the totally the exception. She understands me, she makes me feel comfortable when I am with her, she cares for me, she makes me laugh, and she never never never miss the chance to say 'I love you'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Though this post may not be long and special, but I hope it just get my message through to her, telling her that I love her. I want to be there for her through thick and thin, through hard times and joyous times. I want her to feel the same way of how I view her and appreciate her. I know sometimes I maybe stubborn and mean, but at the end of the day, I just want to love you all the way. Its not impossible for us to be together, its not impossible for us to love each other even if its long distance, and its never too late to say that I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Though sometimes it maybe hard for us, the time difference, the age difference, the family background and all. But it will never stop me from trying to be there for you, and I know that you will be there for me too. This feeling which I thought that was long gone was found, where? In you my love, I found it in you. Time will pass in a blink of an eye my dear and we will soon see each other, to feel each others care, warmth and love. I will wait for you and I wont ever let you shed a tear for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I dedicate this post and every post from now on to you my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-8888229926161455602?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/8888229926161455602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/returning-to-blogging-world-as-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/8888229926161455602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/8888229926161455602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/returning-to-blogging-world-as-two.html' title='Returning to the blogging world as two become one.'/><author><name>A d a m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15668189661853652527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_23g4tBRUtqM/SzyPo-N2UkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O-gQp__2ckg/S220/10362.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-4166935239261222991</id><published>2009-11-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:23:20.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gf's spamming again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I dreamt about baby last night. And i woke up smiling. *grins* And just by dreaming about baby,i regained nearly all the brain cells i killed last night. I know i dreamt baby was back and the rest i can't recall. Teehee. The more i dream about baby,the more wiser i become. *giggles* I wish i was even smarter and RICHER so i can be in Perth. At least its still nearer than where i am right now. But still,we would have to fly. And i would. He would. I will. He will. I can. He can. I shall. He shall. Imaginations running all over the place. *whispers into baby's ears*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gonna be sitting in a cold room filled with scared faces in less than 3 hours time. I will survive! Just got to find that confident. Where have you placed it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;:missingyouverymuch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-4166935239261222991?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/4166935239261222991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/gfs-spamming-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/4166935239261222991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/4166935239261222991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/gfs-spamming-again.html' title='Gf&apos;s spamming again'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-7147916816653134515</id><published>2009-11-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:22:33.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The temptation of leaving something here is so strong and i can't say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lurb you from the bottom of my heart. Off to bed now. Candy dreams. And i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-7147916816653134515?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7147916816653134515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7147916816653134515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7147916816653134515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5933454846446999326.post-7548816859018596251</id><published>2009-11-08T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T01:17:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Baby!! First post from me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this blog together make me all so excited. Like always,I MISS YOU LOADS. I'm still counting the days every morning once i get up from bed. The number is getting smaller and I'm happy. I know you are too. I can't wait to feel even protected in your warm arms, I can't wait to get the love i yearn for and also the care i been looking all these while. I love you,baby. And my little world certainly seem to be getting bigger ever since you started stepping your foot into it. I hope I'm doing my part well that is, making you happy every single day without failing, though i know there are times i make things really hard for us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be strong for you, I wont let you drop a tears. I will hold your hands as long as time let us to. I want this. I can't deny that I'm falling even deeper than the previous day. Its all adding up because you make it so special. You make me feel so special though your miles away from me. But we'll prove to everyone that distance won't tear us apart. That's what makes this relationship so special to be in. I love you so much and there's no other words that can express it even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5933454846446999326-7548816859018596251?l=walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/feeds/7548816859018596251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/1_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7548816859018596251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5933454846446999326/posts/default/7548816859018596251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walkingalongwithyou.blogspot.com/2009/11/1_08.html' title='#1'/><author><name>M e l @ N i e</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14423610278603151584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jLx_fSb3-50/S8S-sOksNsI/AAAAAAAAFHU/cKL6puFE54M/S220/DSCN57222.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
