<?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-3226139426383926011</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:43:03.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JoSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05611410983272380175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226139426383926011.post-8894498224177396666</id><published>2007-07-30T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:59:16.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/Rq4G2pvy3EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CN7kjUK7XKA/s1600-h/love+hurts.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093015764591631426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/Rq4G2pvy3EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CN7kjUK7XKA/s320/love+hurts.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Question : If love hurts so much how come we are still willing to take the risk and falling in love again with a very high chance of getting hurt again ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Answer : Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow, we must fall in order to know and we must loose in order to gain and some lessons are learned best only through pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3226139426383926011-8894498224177396666?l=itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/feeds/8894498224177396666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3226139426383926011&amp;postID=8894498224177396666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8894498224177396666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8894498224177396666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-hurts.html' title='Love hurts'/><author><name>JoSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05611410983272380175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/Rq4G2pvy3EI/AAAAAAAAAAc/CN7kjUK7XKA/s72-c/love+hurts.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226139426383926011.post-8549125612024792286</id><published>2007-07-20T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:59:17.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CuTe !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEZjsYWYhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTLP_sK4pEM/s1600-h/gf+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089377154904777234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEZjsYWYhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTLP_sK4pEM/s320/gf+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isnt she the cutest and most prettiest girl ever? The times that i've spent with you were the best times i've ever had in my life, the moments we shared together will last inside of me forever. The days that we shared together were just amazing and all the sweet memories will live inside of me forever. You'll always have a place inside my heart, though it may be a month, a year or ten years down the road, you'll always be the one.  A part of grown inside of me, its you and me together forever and never apart, maybe in distance but never in heart. Living life without you just wouldnt be the same. I love you and i always will !&lt;br /&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/3226139426383926011-8549125612024792286?l=itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/feeds/8549125612024792286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3226139426383926011&amp;postID=8549125612024792286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8549125612024792286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8549125612024792286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/2007/07/cute.html' title='CuTe !'/><author><name>JoSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05611410983272380175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEZjsYWYhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BTLP_sK4pEM/s72-c/gf+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226139426383926011.post-8924946353871956238</id><published>2007-07-20T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:59:17.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WhY ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEVdMYWYgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXleMtcnnXI/s1600-h/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089372645189116418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEVdMYWYgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXleMtcnnXI/s320/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone around is getting hurt from relationships, everyone is getting their hearts broken. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the main point of a relationship. A relationship is supposed to be something beautiful, something that when we wake up every morning there's a bright smile on our face knowing that your loved one is there with you loving you just as much as your in love with them. Relationships that end on bad terms tears friendship, put two people further away. What is the point of all this? In the end we find ways to forget about them, smoke, drink, get so wasted thinking that we wont think about them anymore but in fact all we do is think of it even more and it gets so emotional that we might end up doing really stupid things. We know what needs to be done and what is best for us but yet we still follow our emotions though we know that we're going to regret it later on. Love is such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt; feeling. I guess though we might get hurt we'll still take that chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3226139426383926011-8924946353871956238?l=itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/feeds/8924946353871956238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3226139426383926011&amp;postID=8924946353871956238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8924946353871956238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/8924946353871956238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/2007/07/why.html' title='WhY ?'/><author><name>JoSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05611410983272380175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lyn6g0WcvPs/RqEVdMYWYgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oXleMtcnnXI/s72-c/heartbroken.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226139426383926011.post-4083675838891953074</id><published>2007-07-19T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T12:58:05.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WhEn YouR GONE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always needed time on my own,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the bed where you lie,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is made up on your side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you walk away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I count the steps that you take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've never felt this way before,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything that I do,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminds me of you !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the clothes you left they lie on my floor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And they smell just like you,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love the things that you do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you walk away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I count the steps that you take.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We were made for each other,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out here forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know we were&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything I do I give my heart and soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you're gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The words I need to hear will always get me through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; make it OK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you !&lt;/strong&gt;&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/3226139426383926011-4083675838891953074?l=itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/feeds/4083675838891953074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3226139426383926011&amp;postID=4083675838891953074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/4083675838891953074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3226139426383926011/posts/default/4083675838891953074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-always-needed-time-on-my-own-i-never.html' title='WhEn YouR GONE !'/><author><name>JoSh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05611410983272380175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3226139426383926011.post-1054388474913234675</id><published>2007-07-19T08:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T08:55:47.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ApoLogiZe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm holding on your rope, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm hearing what you say but I just can't make a sound &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me that you need me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then you go and cut me down, but wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it's too late to apologize, it's too late &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a shot for you And I need you like a heart needs a beat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it's nothing new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I loved you with the fire red, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm afraid... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3226139426383926011-1054388474913234675?l=itstoolatetoapologise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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