<?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-6890034551765666943</id><updated>2011-12-08T23:08:25.039+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-4248608376465908557</id><published>2009-03-26T11:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:29:23.434+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am...</title><content type='html'>Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said I'm lucky! I know I'm quite happy and satisfied with all I've got, but I never really think in a different way. I have 2 babies, and I'm fell lucky for having them. I have a very-to-me husband, and I feel lucy for that. I have wonderful parents, brothers, sisters and relatives, and feel lucky fot that too!&lt;br /&gt;But I never realised that the luckiest thing is being needed by them!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of being needed by someone is very awesome! It makes me confident, that was one thing I never had since I finished  high school. I always think that I'm not a good kid to my parents ( I gave them more than enough problems and made them very very very happy when I'm married and leaving home so that I could not give more troubles). I didn't finish my study, and that make me be a very unconfident person. I have no career in a big company as I've always dreamt of because my last sertificate is only from high school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mother now, but my mom always make me think that I'm not a good mother. My daughter is very skinny, and that make me feel like it was my fault. I didn't want to have a babysitter as I want to be the only caregiver for my babies, but people always made me think it was a big sin-to not having a babysitter.&lt;br /&gt;I have a babysitter now. Yes, I lost! I do what people asked me to do, and think what people asked me to think.&lt;br /&gt;All that things made me never feel happy and satisfied, I complained all the times. I was blaming people for controlling me. In fact, maybe I'm the one who let them control me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my kids smiling when I'm with them, playing with them, be around them.&lt;br /&gt;I love them. But, I never realised that they love me too!!!&lt;br /&gt;How stupid I am! I was busy enough complaining things and I didn't noticed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to change now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if people said I'm no good for my kids. My babies love me, so they must be think I'm good for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still an-only-high school-graduated, I still can go to big companies and wearing suits. But I can do something else!&lt;br /&gt;I can draw, I can write. And that's what I do now. And I'm happy for that. &lt;br /&gt;working at home, always be near my kids...what more would I asked?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-4248608376465908557?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4248608376465908557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=4248608376465908557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/4248608376465908557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/4248608376465908557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes-i-am.html' title='Yes, I am...'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-1344659840576444731</id><published>2008-10-08T11:18:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:44:31.329+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Home"</title><content type='html'>...this is where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw8KpwyxWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1iE01tmJlUw/s1600-h/DSC00889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw8KpwyxWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1iE01tmJlUw/s320/DSC00889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254641018941392226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw8ruUEH-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/sWpApRgOlNY/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw8ruUEH-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/sWpApRgOlNY/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254641587098755042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw-m5-EW0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sodjdwada3M/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw-m5-EW0I/AAAAAAAAAv4/Sodjdwada3M/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254643703351630658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBiv8_ZSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kpmLUNFkh5M/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBiv8_ZSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kpmLUNFkh5M/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646930478163234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBi19BRcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XNp9dwbLOTE/s1600-h/DSC00893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBi19BRcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/XNp9dwbLOTE/s320/DSC00893.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646932088899010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBjmPysPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7dIHNSQb4XU/s1600-h/DSC00894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBjmPysPI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/7dIHNSQb4XU/s320/DSC00894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646945052537074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBj3wD6qI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7mwGkB4tILo/s1600-h/DSC00895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOxBj3wD6qI/AAAAAAAAAwY/7mwGkB4tILo/s320/DSC00895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254646949751286434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bedroom...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-1344659840576444731?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1344659840576444731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=1344659840576444731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/1344659840576444731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/1344659840576444731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-house.html' title='&quot;Our Home&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw8KpwyxWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1iE01tmJlUw/s72-c/DSC00889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-3095919831789691818</id><published>2008-08-13T19:22:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:18:10.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Wedding"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw0dxaZILI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jvpDSbK6nFk/s1600-h/050130017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw0dxaZILI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jvpDSbK6nFk/s320/050130017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254632551319412914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEDDING&lt;br /&gt;-30 January 2005-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two people are in love...there's only one thing that makes all things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....it is called a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things need to be prepared..&lt;br /&gt;All feelings should be combined..&lt;br /&gt;All paths have to be walked through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these two hearts have to commit to each other..&lt;br /&gt;There is more after this wedding.&lt;br /&gt;More than just loving...&lt;br /&gt;....more than just believing..&lt;br /&gt;and more than just it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-3095919831789691818?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3095919831789691818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=3095919831789691818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/3095919831789691818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/3095919831789691818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/wedding.html' title='&quot;The Wedding&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SOw0dxaZILI/AAAAAAAAAvY/jvpDSbK6nFk/s72-c/050130017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-1704229657806090793</id><published>2008-07-16T16:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:30.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is what we call LOVE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SH6Hg4ipKiI/AAAAAAAAArA/cuDMNxYK6Ok/s1600-h/021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SH6Hg4ipKiI/AAAAAAAAArA/cuDMNxYK6Ok/s320/021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223761616799607330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is when you can share everything&lt;br /&gt;..every secrets..&lt;br /&gt;.......every past stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no secret between us.&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call sharing lifes..&lt;br /&gt;This is what we call sharing secrets..&lt;br /&gt;..and this is what we call "Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Togetherness is the thing..&lt;br /&gt;Trusting each other is something.&lt;br /&gt;..but the difference is the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;Coping with the differences make a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-1704229657806090793?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1704229657806090793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=1704229657806090793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/1704229657806090793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/1704229657806090793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-what-we-call-love.html' title='&quot;This is what we call LOVE&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SH6Hg4ipKiI/AAAAAAAAArA/cuDMNxYK6Ok/s72-c/021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-5900167361571808055</id><published>2008-07-15T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:30.214+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Song"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx9EJwLo6I/AAAAAAAAApw/cTjNG80oQkI/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx9EJwLo6I/AAAAAAAAApw/cTjNG80oQkI/s400/016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223187178133889954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k5zUJzAQ0Q/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k5zUJzAQ0Q/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By: Westlife)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the miles&lt;br /&gt;It is funny to me&lt;br /&gt;How far you are but how near you seem to me&lt;br /&gt;I could talk all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear you breathe&lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Just living this dream&lt;br /&gt;You are all I’ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;You give me strength&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;You give me someone to love someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;When I’m in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I need you to know&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been&lt;br /&gt;Never been this close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the loves&lt;br /&gt;I used to know&lt;br /&gt;I kept my distance I never let go&lt;br /&gt;But in your arms I know I’m safe&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’ve never been held&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been kissed in this way&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I’ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I’ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to see it’s true&lt;br /&gt;Close enough to trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Closer now than any&lt;br /&gt;Words can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when when I’m in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;To know I’ve never been&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been&lt;br /&gt;This close&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-5900167361571808055?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5900167361571808055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=5900167361571808055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/5900167361571808055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/5900167361571808055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/across-miles-its-funny-to-me-how-far.html' title='&quot;Our Song&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx9EJwLo6I/AAAAAAAAApw/cTjNG80oQkI/s72-c/016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-5308278756711720776</id><published>2008-07-15T16:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:30.385+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Right Man"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx0BbvSgfI/AAAAAAAAApc/za6tNAgNPNs/s1600-h/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx0BbvSgfI/AAAAAAAAApc/za6tNAgNPNs/s320/011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223177235817726450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RIGHT MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God..&lt;br /&gt;..is he the right man?&lt;br /&gt;..is he the one that You send?&lt;br /&gt;..is he the one You have prepared for me?&lt;br /&gt;..is he the one I can rely on?&lt;br /&gt;..is he the one who really love me?&lt;br /&gt;..is he the one who I can be happy to live with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He said YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........and so I said yes to his proposal&lt;br /&gt;only three days after Nov 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's really the one from God&lt;br /&gt;Why should we take so long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's really the one from God&lt;br /&gt;He's the best for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-5308278756711720776?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5308278756711720776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=5308278756711720776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/5308278756711720776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/5308278756711720776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/right-man.html' title='&quot;The Right Man&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHx0BbvSgfI/AAAAAAAAApc/za6tNAgNPNs/s72-c/011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6890034551765666943.post-488591745381723335</id><published>2008-07-14T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:43:30.572+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Voice of Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHxl5w7dupI/AAAAAAAAApI/Mlb7_02Ycp0/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHxl5w7dupI/AAAAAAAAApI/Mlb7_02Ycp0/s320/025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223161710904195730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;VOICE OF LOVE&lt;br /&gt;November 14, 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember his voice saying "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;That was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;..that also changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one evening..&lt;br /&gt;He held my hands, deep eyed looking into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Even with no word, we all know what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our previous twice meeting didn't make it..&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like God said our time hasn't arrived yet.&lt;br /&gt;And when the time has come, we met again..&lt;br /&gt;..were ready for each other.&lt;br /&gt;God has prepared us for each other.&lt;br /&gt;God has His own plan..and His are always the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6890034551765666943-488591745381723335?l=jess-love-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/feeds/488591745381723335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6890034551765666943&amp;postID=488591745381723335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/488591745381723335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6890034551765666943/posts/default/488591745381723335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jess-love-story.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-loves-me.html' title='&quot;Voice of Love&quot;'/><author><name>Jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZ2VI9pVU48/SHxl5w7dupI/AAAAAAAAApI/Mlb7_02Ycp0/s72-c/025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
