<?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-7845518558902802441</id><updated>2011-07-31T10:57:36.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good To Love</title><subtitle type='html'>Love is a wonderful thing in the entire world. Every insane in this world need love.

Love makes life sooooo beautiful.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845518558902802441.post-3817427460506907020</id><published>2011-04-12T00:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T00:54:19.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCK</title><content type='html'>Suck....my life really useless...someone..can just brought up 10 years old story and just POP at you without think how you feel.....and for the past 10 years that you have done anything...is just meaningless.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really,,, sometimes i dont even know what is life for...&gt;&gt;&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the purpose that you live for every single day???? &lt;br /&gt;...working to earn income that can support yourself???&lt;br /&gt;...wanted to just do nothing and enjoy ??? Possible ??? I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;...be a good housewife to take care of kids, do all housework..cooking and waiting for your love to come  back???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i want ????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women....actually...very simple....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the want is just &lt;br /&gt;..the love one can understand how they feel&lt;br /&gt;..take care of them, including listening to them...&lt;br /&gt;..spend more time with them, if can&lt;br /&gt;..don't ever say or promise anything that you cannot do &lt;br /&gt;..Mean it when  you have said it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-3817427460506907020?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3817427460506907020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=3817427460506907020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3817427460506907020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3817427460506907020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/suck.html' title='SUCK'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-4156986038685661945</id><published>2010-06-03T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:02:17.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>No matter how we live for a day .... HAPPY.......or.........SAD............ it will still end at last......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really happy for my special friend ..... who travel wherever she wants to go.... and anytime.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot for this moment......but i hope that one day, i will do the same thing like her..... Hopefully, before i get old and cannot walk anymore.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-4156986038685661945?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4156986038685661945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=4156986038685661945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/4156986038685661945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/4156986038685661945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-6241855914126186793</id><published>2009-09-15T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:00:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waste Of Living</title><content type='html'>I really do not understand why most of the people do not realize and appreciate the people who love them more and always at their side no matter how,  bad times or good times.  They do not realize how hard the time has passed for the person who has been waited all day long for them to come back, to call or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, i think may be the one who has been sitting at home is like wasting of live only just like me. I have been sitting at home quite a long time since i quit.  To me, it is very very boring and i really search job through internet but i think my requirement - pay that i ask for is high for most of the company. Or may be i should just get any job and do it first without consider any salary they will pay ??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think may be that should be the way to be independent and without feel any bored..............&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-6241855914126186793?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6241855914126186793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=6241855914126186793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/6241855914126186793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/6241855914126186793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/waste-of-living.html' title='Waste Of Living'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-7658015227846082205</id><published>2009-08-06T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:47:45.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Old</title><content type='html'>Times past very fast. We don't even know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been admitted to hospital yesterday. But i am still cannot do anything for her till now. My heart is like broken to pieces and i don't even know how to say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since small, i always think of my mum is the best mum in the world. She will do every single things for us not matter how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i am just waiting to go back to see her tomorrow only. I have no choice because my kids have to go to school and just have to wait and wait. Cannot even sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really think of her...................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-7658015227846082205?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7658015227846082205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=7658015227846082205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/7658015227846082205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/7658015227846082205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/getting-old.html' title='Getting Old'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-151868134836645050</id><published>2009-02-19T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:43:43.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人有時真的好傻&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;/strong&gt;可以為了愛一個男人，而拋下自己的父母，來照顧那男人的父母；但男人不用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人有時真的好傻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;，可以為了愛一個男人，而寧願自己挺顆又重又大的球十個月，只為了替那男人生下一個跟男人姓的下一代；還得承受生完小孩後的體質變差、身材變形的後遺症，但男人不用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人有時真的好傻&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;/strong&gt;可以為了愛一個男人，而放棄一卡車追求他的好男人，只為和男人長廂廝守，卻埋沒了最美的青春；但男人卻不為青春所懼，反而愈老愈值錢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;女人有時真的好傻&lt;/strong&gt;，&lt;/span&gt;可以為了愛一個男人，而放棄父母給她二十多年的姓，而跟著老公姓，又被冠上'太太'二字；但男人沒變&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人有時真的好傻&lt;/span&gt;，&lt;/strong&gt; 可以為了愛一個男人，而早上上班，晚上煮飯做家事帶小孩，有工作也有家事的壓力；但男人沒差，反而多了個賺錢的人和不用給薪的女傭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;女人有時真的好傻，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;可以為了愛一個男人，而去適應一個完全不同的家庭和面對男人的親友團批評，女人懂事的試圖尋求男人的保護時，換來的是...男人不僅沒有保護他的女人，反而一起落井下石，在一個女人孤力無援的環境裡~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;        男人啊 ！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; 若你您的身邊有這樣的一個傻女人時，請當她的笨男人，好好的珍惜她、照顧她吧&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;         別忘了，她不是天生就該來照顧你們全家大小的，女人很單純也很懂事，只要當她受傷時，好好傾聽她、支持她、保護她，為她拭淚，她就會感動一輩子 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;        更別忘了，當男人年老時或生病時為您把屎把尿的，絕不是已老的也要您照顧的父母，最有可能的就是從年輕到老，始終在您身邊的女人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                         女人们，你们赞同吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                       男人们，你们有珍惜吗？&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-151868134836645050?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/151868134836645050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=151868134836645050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/151868134836645050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/151868134836645050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-woman.html' title='STUPID Woman'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-3271997236745718916</id><published>2008-10-09T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:38:56.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAGIC</title><content type='html'>Do you all believe in "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAGIC&lt;/span&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last times, i did not believe all such thing in this world. Where got "Magic" in this world can make everything perfect ? Even can say that "Life is not perfect all the while, even human being also cannot be perfect".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i believe that is "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAGIC&lt;/span&gt;" in this world. It is up to us to believe or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-3271997236745718916?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3271997236745718916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=3271997236745718916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3271997236745718916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3271997236745718916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2008/10/magic.html' title='MAGIC'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-8790595567436642968</id><published>2008-04-16T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T14:10:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD AND DISAPPOINTED</title><content type='html'>Life is soooo miserable nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humen being tends to forget all the good things and people who care about them and beside them all the while even they are in bad times or good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will not know what will happen in an one hour time even in a minutes. Times pass so fast until we cannot look back and have to go on only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, they are tend to treat their own families in very different manner than they treat things or outsiders like friends, collegues, etc. They mostly treat other peoples better than their own families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the example below :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在美國的加州有一個小女孩大約是4 歲 她的父親有一台大卡車，她的父親非常喜歡那台卡車 總是為那台車做全套的保養，以保持卡車的美觀 一天，小女孩拿著硬物在他父親的卡車鈑金上劃下了無數的刮痕 !! 她的父親盛怒之下，用鐵絲把小女孩的手綁起來   然後吊著小女孩的手，讓她站在車庫罰站 當父親想起小女兒在車庫罰站時，已經是 4個小時過後了！   趕到車庫時，小女孩的手已經被鐵絲綁的血液不通! 父親送她到急診室時，已經需要截去小女孩的手掌了 因為，手掌部分的組織已經都壞死，如不截去手掌 ...   她生命是非常危險，甚至可能會危害到小女孩的生命 ... 所以小女孩就這樣失去了她的一雙手掌了 ! 但是她不懂 .....她不懂到底是發生了什麼事在她的身上 .... 而她的父親也因為這樣感到萬分的愧疚 !   過了約半年後 小女孩的父親的卡車進廠重新烤漆，又像全新的一樣!! 當他把卡車開回家後，小女孩看著重新烤漆過的卡車 對著她的父親說 {{Daddy~your truck looking so pretty,same like new truck.}} &lt;&lt;爸爸! 你的卡車好漂亮唷！看起來就像是新卡車&gt;&gt; 這時小女孩無邪的伸出了她那截斷的雙手，對她的父親說 {{but, when you want put my hand back to me??}} &lt;&lt;但是你什麼時候要把我的手還給我?? &gt;&gt; 你們知道當那位父親聽到小女孩問他的問題時，發生了什麼事嗎 ? 那位父親在小女孩的面前 ..... 舉槍自殺...........     很多人分不清 .....到底什麼是重要的？   只會無知迷失在自我的喜好當中 ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就如有些人會去 慈濟幫忙掃街，但家事從來不管.......   有些人會花很多錢去建廟，但對自己的親人如鐵公雞.....&lt;br /&gt;  有些人在外面和言悅色，但對自己的卻家人暴躁如雷 ......   這就是說那個父親不知是車子重要，或是女兒重要呢？   而遺憾的事.....世間到處充滿了這些事 ........   而且就在你我之間....&lt;br /&gt;只要是金錢可以買到的；&lt;br /&gt;都比不上無價的可貴，&lt;br /&gt;請不要吝嗇，多給家人一點愛！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在順境中感恩  在逆境中  依然心存喜樂&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-8790595567436642968?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8790595567436642968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=8790595567436642968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/8790595567436642968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/8790595567436642968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/sad-and-disappointed.html' title='SAD AND DISAPPOINTED'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-2838514902298484142</id><published>2008-04-02T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:38:18.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>APPRECIATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So many unforseen things can be happened in a minutes &lt;/em&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is a gift from God. We must treasure it when we  have it right now. Dont regret it when it has been gone. E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;specially human being, they tend to take it for granted and dont even appreciate someone and things which has been with them for a long time period. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-2838514902298484142?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2838514902298484142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=2838514902298484142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/2838514902298484142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/2838514902298484142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2008/04/appreciate.html' title='APPRECIATE'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-3186475609699241896</id><published>2007-12-12T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:37:42.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Languages Of Love</title><content type='html'>Did you know men and women have  5 &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;primary "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;languages of love&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/Valentine_Gifts_Valentine_Gift_Ideas_for_Him_Valentines_Day_Gifts_for_Him.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/romantic-valentine-gifts-for-him-p2.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/romantic-valentine-gifts-for-him-p3.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quality Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/romantic-valentine-gifts-for-him-p4.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyroberts.com/romantic-valentine-gifts-for-him-p5.htm"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, his love language may not be the same as yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discover your guy's primary love language (most of us have several), and you will speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; "I Love You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                                        to him , loud and clear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-3186475609699241896?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3186475609699241896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=3186475609699241896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3186475609699241896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/3186475609699241896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2007/12/languages-of-love.html' title='Languages Of Love'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-1895330995683447962</id><published>2007-12-12T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:27:47.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>First love is soooo wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my 1st boyfriend when i started working at age 24. We knew each other when he came to work as a part-timer in that company. He is very kind and helpful in all such matters. He was working there for only 2 months because he needs to go to KL for his studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he moved to KL, he called me almost every night to talk about his studies, friends, etc. It is like reporting to me. At that time, i dont feel that kind of love because i treated him like my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 months, my sis started telling me that he is after me. I told her that it is impossible because he is younger than me and he is planning to go overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is we are totally different in culture and race. At that time, it is not so common that different races become couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night, he called me and i asked him directly why he always called me and just keep on reporting to me what he had done on that day. I asked him is it you like me ?????? He said that yes i like you soo much. Then, i said that why ? I am not pretty enough and older than you. He said "love" did not count on age and look. It is depend on "Feeling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooooo touching and we started our relationship. We have been together for past 10 years. And now, he is my only love - Husband.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-1895330995683447962?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1895330995683447962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=1895330995683447962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/1895330995683447962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/1895330995683447962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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-7845518558902802441.post-71769455025072846</id><published>2007-12-12T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:03:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young</title><content type='html'>We we are young, we really want someone to care, love, get all her/his attention, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When schooling time, my parents keep on reminded me that i cannot have any boyfried because they think that he will affect my studies.  Even i cannot go out to attend any birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one time when i am standard six, i went to attend my best friend's birthday party. I told my mum that i will be back before 9pm. I left my friend's phone number to my sis. At sharp 9pm, my sis called me and said that faster came back home now because my father is back home. My mum told him that i will be back home soon. He was soooooo angry that i went out and never listen to him. When i back home, he was waiting for me and at his hand have "ROTAN".  I quickly ran into toilet and hide inside there.  Luckily, he just scolded me and went upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident, i really dont dare to do anything to make my father angry. In my heart i knew that my parents love me soooo much. They just can let go and worry all the time that we will kidnap by bad people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-71769455025072846?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/71769455025072846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=71769455025072846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/71769455025072846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/71769455025072846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2007/12/young.html' title='Young'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7845518558902802441.post-708164532585503589</id><published>2007-12-12T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:04:04.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3 Little Angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have 3 little "Angles". They are soooooo cute, pretty, handsome, fun, naughty ........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7845518558902802441-708164532585503589?l=allabtlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/feeds/708164532585503589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7845518558902802441&amp;postID=708164532585503589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/708164532585503589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7845518558902802441/posts/default/708164532585503589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allabtlove.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-3-little-angles.html' title='My 3 Little Angles'/><author><name>Be Yourself Than Be Somebody Else</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08987096005576683327</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></feed>
