<?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-5202648328732680809</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:52:59.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragments of memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202648328732680809.post-463458976964234098</id><published>2009-01-03T19:46:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:55:33.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ever Really Needed To Know I Learned In Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This is a post that I grabbed from a friend! A girl who have experienced much more than I have of happiness, joy, excitement, sadness, pain and any other word that describes a feeling =P After reading this, I realized that if everyone remember just these slightest things that seem insignificant in our lives, this place we live in would be much more pleasant =) okay... now i sound like some freak trying to tell everyone that all I want is world peace -.-lll Anyway you get my point...just read it and you will know =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S Thank you Charisse for letting me have this post! ❤&lt;br /&gt;I know P.S is suppose to be at the end but whatever =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MOST OF WHAT I really need to know about how to live, and what to do, and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sandbox at the nursery school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the things I learned: &lt;em&gt;Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the plastic cup. The roots go down and the plants go up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the plastic cup-they all die. So do we.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then remember the book about Dick and Jane and the first word you learned, the biggest word of all: LOOK. Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and sane living.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Think of what a better world it would be if we all-the whole world-had cookies and milk about 3 o'clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nation and other nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is best to HOLD HANDS and STICK TOGETHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-463458976964234098?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/463458976964234098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=463458976964234098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/463458976964234098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/463458976964234098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-ever-really-needed-to-know-i.html' title='All I Ever Really Needed To Know I Learned In Kindergarten'/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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-5202648328732680809.post-47687107195056858</id><published>2009-01-03T11:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:33:13.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basically I am doing nothing at all, besides moving my fingers over the keyboard and typing this. I love the silence in the house, no one talking, just the breathing of the house and the constant ticking of the clock that is right beside me. In two more days, it would be school time again. I don't know whether to think about it as a good thing or a bad thing. I just hope that it would be a great last year of high school for me in Vancouver as I might not continue my studies here. Many things have happened and it made me ponder a great deal whether it was the right choice to come to Vancouver to study. There were many times when I thought I did the right thing and also an equally copious number of times I thought I did not. All I know is if I continued pondering about this I would just contradict myself over and over again. I think I shall just leave it as it is, time will tell things and I would make my decision later. I shall put this dilemma at the back of my head for now and just enjoy what I have at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gained the satisfying feeling of relieving someone's burden but for that I lost myself. When I look at the mirror, that person in the reflection is someone I no longer know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At times I wonder if I relieved the burden or just made it worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-47687107195056858?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/47687107195056858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=47687107195056858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/47687107195056858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/47687107195056858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/basically-i-am-doing-nothing-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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-5202648328732680809.post-5040115219622453711</id><published>2009-01-02T17:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:15:31.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year!</title><content type='html'>Hello new year! Bye bye 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I'm not making any new year resolutions at all. No more list after list of resolutions for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self assessment and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately, reinforces humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle. -- Eric Zorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S I'm craving for poutine! ❤&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-5040115219622453711?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/5040115219622453711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=5040115219622453711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/5040115219622453711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/5040115219622453711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='New year!'/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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-5202648328732680809.post-8783367210171879322</id><published>2008-08-06T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T18:16:56.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we grow up,&lt;br /&gt;We learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will.&lt;br /&gt;You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time.&lt;br /&gt;You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight with your best friend...You'll blame a new love for things an old one did.&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry because time is passing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll eventually lose someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Because every single sixty seconds you spend upset&lt;br /&gt;Is a minute of happiness you'll never get back&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-8783367210171879322?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/8783367210171879322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=8783367210171879322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/8783367210171879322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/8783367210171879322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/as-we-grow-up-we-learn-that-even-one.html' title=''/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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-5202648328732680809.post-1689934001933531998</id><published>2008-08-06T16:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:03:15.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You make me confuse, really confuse, like the whole world is spinning.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so warm one instant and so cold sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You're so far yet so near&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlsPVOai7F0/SJoxGAGaFWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OcGECJPgZ0o/s1600-h/distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlsPVOai7F0/SJoxGAGaFWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OcGECJPgZ0o/s320/distance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547896320103778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All this is messing up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Things from the past&lt;br /&gt;Present insanity&lt;br /&gt;Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;People change so that you can learn to let go,&lt;br /&gt;things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together&lt;br /&gt;-Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've build a wall&lt;br /&gt;not to block anyone out&lt;br /&gt;but to see who loves me enough to climb over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect girl.&lt;br /&gt;My hair doesn't always stay in place.&lt;br /&gt;I spill a lot of things and I'm pretty clumsy&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it and take a step back&lt;br /&gt;I remember how life truly is&lt;br /&gt;and maybe...I like being imperfect&lt;br /&gt;*sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-1689934001933531998?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/1689934001933531998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=1689934001933531998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/1689934001933531998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/1689934001933531998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-make-me-confuse-really-confuse-like.html' title=''/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PlsPVOai7F0/SJoxGAGaFWI/AAAAAAAAADA/OcGECJPgZ0o/s72-c/distance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5202648328732680809.post-789673142383452347</id><published>2008-07-26T16:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T17:08:10.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sometimes ending things is like taking cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;It taste terrible and you would rather not take it,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it is what you needed to make everything feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt more than I expected, so much more.&lt;br /&gt;We''ll always have damn awkward times where we talk to each other,&lt;br /&gt;and think of the way things used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;The thing about you is you know just how to get me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; You talk about us like there’s no end in sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; The thing about me is that i really want to let you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt; Open that door and walk into my life&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to argue and oh it kills me&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you just have to smile,&lt;br /&gt;pretend everything is okay,&lt;br /&gt;hold back the tears,&lt;br /&gt;and just walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl who seemed - Broke&lt;br /&gt;the girl who seemed so strong - Crumbled&lt;br /&gt;the girl who always laughed it off - Cried&lt;br /&gt;the girl who would never stop trying - Finally gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;Sick of crying&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm smiling&lt;br /&gt;But inside, I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be remembered as the girl&lt;br /&gt;who always smile even when her heart is broken.&lt;br /&gt;And the one who can always brighten up your day,&lt;br /&gt;even if she couldn't brighten her own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We never really ended,&lt;br /&gt;we just fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5202648328732680809-789673142383452347?l=total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/feeds/789673142383452347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5202648328732680809&amp;postID=789673142383452347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/789673142383452347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5202648328732680809/posts/default/789673142383452347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://total-eclipse-of-the-heart.blogspot.com/2008/07/sometimes-ending-things-is-like-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>li ting</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13198162530792705363</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-5202648328732680809.post-2861922852444999164</id><published>2008-07-22T22:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:38:14.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Say it again - Marie Digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about love&lt;br /&gt;Is I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;It kinda crept up and took me by surprise&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s a voice inside my heart that’s got me wondering&lt;br /&gt;Is this true, I want to hear it one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move in a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Take it to a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Just a little louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m&lt;br /&gt;The only one who blows your mind&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the whole world stops to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing about you is you know just how to get me&lt;br /&gt;You talk about us like there’s no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;The thing about me is that i really want to let you&lt;br /&gt;Open that door and walk into my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move in a little closer&lt;br /&gt;Take it to a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Just a little louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i’m&lt;br /&gt;The only one who blows your mind&lt;br /&gt;Say it again for me&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the whole world stops to listen&lt;br /&gt;When you tell me you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels like it’s the first time&lt;br /&gt;That anybody's ever brought the sun without the rain&lt;br /&gt;And never in my whole life&lt;br /&gt;Have I heard words as beautiful as when you say my name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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