<?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-1778668729466454666</id><updated>2012-02-10T06:00:37.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hearts on sleeve</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>efaharyna</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-7626541353515040347</id><published>2012-02-10T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T06:00:37.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9 elephants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4r7PSCZRTs/TzUiqTQu67I/AAAAAAAABxk/hTBE14g57X8/s1600/tumblr_lz5nmjKAVY1r3rnjdo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M4r7PSCZRTs/TzUiqTQu67I/AAAAAAAABxk/hTBE14g57X8/s320/tumblr_lz5nmjKAVY1r3rnjdo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707506212882279346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And look, even animals have feelings. Sigh. Feelings are &lt;i&gt;fragile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-7626541353515040347?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/7626541353515040347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/7626541353515040347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/02/9-elephants.html' title='#9 elephants.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-M4r7PSCZRTs/TzUiqTQu67I/AAAAAAAABxk/hTBE14g57X8/s72-c/tumblr_lz5nmjKAVY1r3rnjdo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-2948127730115413817</id><published>2012-02-02T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:00:09.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8 Insecurities</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwI4Kj4BaIU/TyqVQ_ENigI/AAAAAAAABxM/fkQDvU7A08s/s1600/tumblr_lxtioad8Fl1r0vw55o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CwI4Kj4BaIU/TyqVQ_ENigI/AAAAAAAABxM/fkQDvU7A08s/s320/tumblr_lxtioad8Fl1r0vw55o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704535997057698306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get my hopes up and watch them fall every time. Too much of high hopes leads to disappointments. &lt;i&gt;Why?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, hello February. Still hoping, wishing and coping with life. Tell me something I don't realise. Time pass real fast. It's been a month since I last text you. I can do so much better then this. I can. Keep moving forward girl. It's okay to miss him. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living my life with sorrows each time your figure pass me by. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-2948127730115413817?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/2948127730115413817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/2948127730115413817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/02/8-insecurities.html' title='#8 Insecurities'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-CwI4Kj4BaIU/TyqVQ_ENigI/AAAAAAAABxM/fkQDvU7A08s/s72-c/tumblr_lxtioad8Fl1r0vw55o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-6761258769395713117</id><published>2012-01-29T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T08:08:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7 I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09qG7GpTMzE/TyVuQjV4GDI/AAAAAAAABw0/OIJ97n2SMuc/s1600/C360_2012-01-22-14-24-25-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-09qG7GpTMzE/TyVuQjV4GDI/AAAAAAAABw0/OIJ97n2SMuc/s320/C360_2012-01-22-14-24-25-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703085733778561074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little kids, much more happier than me. I miss you Muhammad Wazif. Come SIngapore soon boy. With love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-6761258769395713117?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/6761258769395713117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/6761258769395713117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/7-i-was-dreamer-before-you-went-and-let.html' title='#7 I was a dreamer before you went and let me down.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-09qG7GpTMzE/TyVuQjV4GDI/AAAAAAAABw0/OIJ97n2SMuc/s72-c/C360_2012-01-22-14-24-25-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-512412067333277553</id><published>2012-01-24T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:08:39.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6 New Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGP0v-akkZg/Tx7Av1lMDhI/AAAAAAAABwo/H64U0nC4o3Y/s1600/2%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGP0v-akkZg/Tx7Av1lMDhI/AAAAAAAABwo/H64U0nC4o3Y/s320/2%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701206106367069714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw6nv01kDIY/Tx7Av_EK-cI/AAAAAAAABwY/RAFER-vHyrU/s1600/10%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw6nv01kDIY/Tx7Av_EK-cI/AAAAAAAABwY/RAFER-vHyrU/s320/10%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701206108912941506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQyCxDZ_U1Q/Tx7Avls-hyI/AAAAAAAABwQ/-2HwMSrmHdU/s1600/3%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQyCxDZ_U1Q/Tx7Avls-hyI/AAAAAAAABwQ/-2HwMSrmHdU/s320/3%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701206102104770338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDty66bQGIc/Tx7Auo85gBI/AAAAAAAABwI/RvWaKkKRwyU/s1600/C360_2012-01-22-14-24-25.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RDty66bQGIc/Tx7Auo85gBI/AAAAAAAABwI/RvWaKkKRwyU/s320/C360_2012-01-22-14-24-25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701206085796986898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XQuUUq9HKw/Tx7AudRNVjI/AAAAAAAABv4/ZNnhSZVOV0I/s1600/2012-01-22%2B13.17.05.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3XQuUUq9HKw/Tx7AudRNVjI/AAAAAAAABv4/ZNnhSZVOV0I/s320/2012-01-22%2B13.17.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701206082660947506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EGiKJSQJbE/Tx7AfESaqaI/AAAAAAAABvo/tfIktRoFYTw/s1600/1%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7EGiKJSQJbE/Tx7AfESaqaI/AAAAAAAABvo/tfIktRoFYTw/s320/1%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701205818257090978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6nLkRpsCfY/Tx7Aew6reZI/AAAAAAAABvg/TPHPBcsCT5k/s1600/5%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d6nLkRpsCfY/Tx7Aew6reZI/AAAAAAAABvg/TPHPBcsCT5k/s320/5%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701205813057255826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xXduAQ_m2s/Tx7AePvwJGI/AAAAAAAABvY/4X6hcUtjTZg/s1600/6%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7xXduAQ_m2s/Tx7AePvwJGI/AAAAAAAABvY/4X6hcUtjTZg/s320/6%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701205804153054306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEyxbrAgjWo/Tx7Ad8TNgtI/AAAAAAAABvE/b6XpPkeeJcU/s1600/8%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LEyxbrAgjWo/Tx7Ad8TNgtI/AAAAAAAABvE/b6XpPkeeJcU/s320/8%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701205798933070546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZ_1dajX40/Tx7Adw1BLrI/AAAAAAAABu8/7nLAlha0iws/s1600/11%2B001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5sZ_1dajX40/Tx7Adw1BLrI/AAAAAAAABu8/7nLAlha0iws/s320/11%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701205795853643442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess, when I'm away from city, I find peace. Need not worry of any single thing. I wanna go back to country side. May I? I wish. But, my place isn't there. Though I'm used to there, that place is not suit for me. Not at all :( I miss those people there. The love, the care, the bonds. Ya Allah. I miss there so much. Bring me back to where there's no sadness and sorrows. I wanna feel happy. Just happy. Happy girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-512412067333277553?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/512412067333277553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/512412067333277553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-new-castle.html' title='#6 New Castle'/><author><name>efaharyna</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MGP0v-akkZg/Tx7Av1lMDhI/AAAAAAAABwo/H64U0nC4o3Y/s72-c/2%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-2280730814629720702</id><published>2012-01-24T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:08:30.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5 But her best was never good enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bNkyFFmUSQ/Tx69vtZ3V6I/AAAAAAAABuw/EJo-wrpic8U/s1600/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bNkyFFmUSQ/Tx69vtZ3V6I/AAAAAAAABuw/EJo-wrpic8U/s320/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701202805637207970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I wasn't born in Singapore. I wish I was the country girl next door who doesn't even know what's love life was. Sigh. I feel pretty/unpretty right now. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-2280730814629720702?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/2280730814629720702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/2280730814629720702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-but-her-best-was-never-good-enough.html' title='#5 But her best was never good enough'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-3bNkyFFmUSQ/Tx69vtZ3V6I/AAAAAAAABuw/EJo-wrpic8U/s72-c/webcam-toy-photo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-4873930487785272227</id><published>2012-01-18T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:09:13.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 Cause it'll always be you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZimGgbA2Nk/TxbtnVPbw9I/AAAAAAAABuk/FdRCh-1PhkM/s1600/tumblr_lwdtp59SJe1qbwdwio1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZimGgbA2Nk/TxbtnVPbw9I/AAAAAAAABuk/FdRCh-1PhkM/s320/tumblr_lwdtp59SJe1qbwdwio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699003638456501202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used to always looking forward to see your face each time. But now, how I wish I barely know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-4873930487785272227?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/4873930487785272227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/4873930487785272227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-cause-itll-always-be-you.html' title='#4 Cause it&apos;ll always be you.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-TZimGgbA2Nk/TxbtnVPbw9I/AAAAAAAABuk/FdRCh-1PhkM/s72-c/tumblr_lwdtp59SJe1qbwdwio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-770113483038627973</id><published>2012-01-15T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T06:19:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don't already see them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjQjXUcT-dM/TxLeMAFUIzI/AAAAAAAABuY/G5uOPbJEZUM/s1600/190718_1530064226111_1669908900_946533_578806_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NjQjXUcT-dM/TxLeMAFUIzI/AAAAAAAABuY/G5uOPbJEZUM/s320/190718_1530064226111_1669908900_946533_578806_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697860776339186482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's okay." I have the tendency to always say this when someone apologizes to me, even when it’s not okay, I still say it. Why? Because I don’t want to push the situation further and further. I don’t want to make it worse than it has to be. But you know what? It’s not okay. What you did, it’s not okay and I’m not gonna pretend that it is anymore. I know that sometimes it’s best to forgive and forget, but sometimes maybe it’s best to just forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-770113483038627973?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/770113483038627973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/770113483038627973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-you-have-pointed-out-my-flaws-again.html' title='#3 You, have pointed out my flaws again as if I don&apos;t already see them.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-NjQjXUcT-dM/TxLeMAFUIzI/AAAAAAAABuY/G5uOPbJEZUM/s72-c/190718_1530064226111_1669908900_946533_578806_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-4422970843182479414</id><published>2012-01-10T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:26:17.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 Well I'm not gullible and stupid enough to be fooled and lied too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 16px; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: inline !important; float: none; font-size:100%;" &gt;This speaks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe this, would be for someone out there. Anyone who is in the situation here. Or for you, if you feel the pinch I'm talking about you. It's not easy being a girl. Whatever kind of girls. Strong, weak, bitch, slut, polite, gullible etc. That's are all in the inner side. We are the weakest creature on earth and we deserve to be treated as a princess. But you, not all but some of the other species living in earth likes to take advantage of us. You make full use of us using sweet words, but not actions. You will tend to say something that would make our days brighter and we'd think that's the cutest think ever. You gave us hopes. That won't bring anywhere. And when we started to fall for you, we fall too hard. But you just wanna have fun and are just tricking us. You take us for granted and you toy with our feelings. After you get bored, you left. Leaving us hanging like that. You won't bother even if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weep&lt;/span&gt; for you or even worst do anything just to get you back. No, you didn't. You found someone new and that goes repeats back for you. Even if that was someone who was once close with the girl you be with. You know what hurts? How you could be with somebody for so long and just recently you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t work out and while you’re still sad over it, you're already seeing them mention someone else’s name taking pictures with them and put one as default, saying they “miss them and name calling like “babe” or “honey”. What hurts is you're thinking “Am I that easy to replace? Did you even care?”. Well guess what? That just show foolish you are. Playing around with our feelings like as if we don't have any feelings, huh? You deserve to be called as jerk. Nothing but a jerk. You think it's okay for you to get to know all girls. But hey do you know, you treat all of us the same way? Do you? No, I bet you don't. You do the things you never think before you do. And you will never learn any mistakes from it. Tell me about it. When will you change? Change to be a faithful one? Does it pass your mind to change and be better one as you grow? Or, kept with this kind of behaviour? But till when? When your age gets older but your mind, not getting any maturer? I shall say, playing with girls heart isn't funny. Do you know how many times have she probably have been hurt before, and now you are adding onto the lists of a jerk? Toying with girls feelings is like you slapping her, it's gonna hurt her and she'll never forget it. She obviously trusted you, and you left her in tears. Will you realise after what I posted this? I guess not. You'll just continue and lead as per normal. But one day, just one day. I hope everything would change for you. And that's when you realise your lost. You'll regret. I hope you know, this was actually meant for you. &lt;/span&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/1778668729466454666-4422970843182479414?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/4422970843182479414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/4422970843182479414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-well-im-not-gullible-and-stupid.html' title='#2 Well I&apos;m not gullible and stupid enough to be fooled and lied too.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1778668729466454666.post-6766868948546238953</id><published>2012-01-10T05:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:26:33.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 Insane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeHXrj2hAo4/Tww8QKBG67I/AAAAAAAABtc/ZEfJwQiDpxo/s1600/FxCam_1323418854475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeHXrj2hAo4/Tww8QKBG67I/AAAAAAAABtc/ZEfJwQiDpxo/s320/FxCam_1323418854475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695993876981410738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I keep things bottle up but underneath this cool exterior there's a really sad human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1778668729466454666-6766868948546238953?l=heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/6766868948546238953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1778668729466454666/posts/default/6766868948546238953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartsonsleeve.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-insane.html' title='#1 Insane.'/><author><name>efaharyna</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/-LeHXrj2hAo4/Tww8QKBG67I/AAAAAAAABtc/ZEfJwQiDpxo/s72-c/FxCam_1323418854475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
