<?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-1697516194118235137</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:46:47.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D3bbI3's Littl3 World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419311860854500963</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697516194118235137.post-6023566311245553622</id><published>2007-06-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:13:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvrluKPay54/RnTHwgzL74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dro0I5yiVFY/s1600-h/pic22222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076902316205666178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EvrluKPay54/RnTHwgzL74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dro0I5yiVFY/s320/pic22222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This will be my last post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I just feel life is so short and I love to read articles like this. I would like to share with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;V&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ERY GOOD PIECE TO READ AND SHARE&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He's always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her,&lt;br /&gt;"now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying.&lt;br /&gt;"Just take care of my eyes dear."&lt;br /&gt;This is how human brain changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before,&lt;br /&gt;and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;Life Is A Gift&lt;br /&gt;Today before you think of saying an unkind word&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who can't speak.&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about the taste of your food&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your husband or wife&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.&lt;br /&gt;Today before you complain about life&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who went too early to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Before you complain about your children&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.&lt;br /&gt;Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep&lt;br /&gt;Think of the people who are living in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;Before whining about the distance you drive&lt;br /&gt;Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;And when you are tired and complain about your job&lt;br /&gt;Think of the unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.&lt;br /&gt;But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another&lt;br /&gt;Remember that not one of us are without wrong doings.&lt;br /&gt;And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile on your face and be thankful you're alive and still around.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a gift,&lt;br /&gt;Live it, Enjoy it, Celebrate it,&lt;br /&gt;And fulfill it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&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/1697516194118235137-6023566311245553622?l=debbielittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6023566311245553622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697516194118235137&amp;postID=6023566311245553622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/6023566311245553622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/6023566311245553622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-will-be-my-last-post-i-just-feel.html' title='Meaningful'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419311860854500963</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/_EvrluKPay54/RnTHwgzL74I/AAAAAAAAAAM/dro0I5yiVFY/s72-c/pic22222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1697516194118235137.post-887742640117195983</id><published>2007-06-17T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:36:22.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Facts about Guyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cant wait to share this with you guys..though i may have forwarded to you all *really very true...................&lt;br /&gt;Girls are surely going to read it&lt;br /&gt;*Believe it or not.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. they prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;3.When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;4. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about ..&lt;br /&gt;5. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;8. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;9. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow". .... so true.&lt;br /&gt;10. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;12. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;13. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;14. You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;15. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;16. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;17. Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;18. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;19. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;21. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;22. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice ... very true.&lt;br /&gt;23. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does! ... very true.&lt;br /&gt;28. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too&lt;br /&gt;possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;29. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;30. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;31. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys love you more than you love them IF they are serious in your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't this all make sense?&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/1697516194118235137-887742640117195983?l=debbielittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/887742640117195983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697516194118235137&amp;postID=887742640117195983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/887742640117195983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/887742640117195983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/33-facts-about-guyz.html' title='33 Facts about Guyz'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419311860854500963</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-1697516194118235137.post-4143723516543420714</id><published>2007-06-17T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:44:46.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable</title><content type='html'>I dont know why when i am with my buddies... rarely i will tell them my problems... I always acted so happy... including my family members. They thought i am very ok now... I acted so tough all this while... I feel I was tough but sometimes I am not. When the bad memories haunted me, I will hide in the toilet and cried. Before I sleep, i cried.I am still very scared.. Sometimes, I tried to keep myself so busy with works, meeting up friends, but sometimes i just recalled what had happened. I just cant control...&lt;br /&gt;I know i should be more happier now.. They are many peoples who cares for me ... But I am thinking am I doing the right things? Why this kind of feelings comes and goes? Will it last forever? If so, what shall I do?&lt;br /&gt;Is hard to share with peoples around me who cares for me...&lt;br /&gt;I envy yokie, as i feel whenever she is not happy she will turn to her mum.Though i am very close to my mum, almost everyday we chat on the phone.. but i never show her I am not happy. I always sounds like i am ok now and make sure she no more worries. She is old now and she is weaker from day to day.&lt;br /&gt;I watched a drama on that day, where i heard the conversation goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;Do we really need a man?&lt;br /&gt;What things that we need a man to give us?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing! We can survive by our own. We do not have to depend on them.&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know why this conversation attracted my attention.&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking the pro and cons in a relationship..&lt;br /&gt;Of ccourse many will said they are many pros than cons..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all this thought will make me feel so miserable ... and feeling scare...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697516194118235137-4143723516543420714?l=debbielittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4143723516543420714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697516194118235137&amp;postID=4143723516543420714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/4143723516543420714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/4143723516543420714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/miserable.html' title='Miserable'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419311860854500963</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-1697516194118235137.post-1128671185916802748</id><published>2007-06-17T12:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T13:38:14.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Is so tough to blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;I know you all will scold me .. as i only blog for a few sentences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Frankly, i still have trouble to blog... but at last i posted my photo !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1697516194118235137-1128671185916802748?l=debbielittleworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1128671185916802748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1697516194118235137&amp;postID=1128671185916802748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/1128671185916802748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1697516194118235137/posts/default/1128671185916802748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debbielittleworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/post-photo.html' title='Post photo'/><author><name>debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17419311860854500963</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>
