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/><category term="island souvenirs" /><category term="shirts" /><category term="fear" /><category term="cool gadgets" /><category term="health" /><category term="Friday Fill-Ins" /><category term="christmas season" /><category term="my collection" /><category term="money" /><title>fragments of thoughts..a piece of life</title><subtitle type="html">All the entries in this blog - poems, songs, and other forms of expressing &amp;amp; publishing one&amp;#39;s self, are all fruits of ReYaPoT&amp;#39;s creative mind and disturbed emotion. She was inspired by the people who had been in her way as she journey through the roads of life. You are all welcome to share these thoughts and emotions with ReYaPoT. Your comments will be greatly appreciated. Read on...enjoy...relate...and learn.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.reyapot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.reyapot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8599499250212572559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>reyapot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9KLsqMlOy64/S2WR3oa-myI/AAAAAAAADF0/q7ZtvhISlKw/S220/DSC00849.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>877</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/FragmentsOfThoughtsaPieceOfLife" /><feedburner:info uri="fragmentsofthoughtsapieceoflife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEERXY6fip7ImA9WhRaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8599499250212572559.post-6919119360081112166</id><published>2012-02-16T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T00:10:04.816+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T00:10:04.816+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music and lyrics" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emote" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crazy thoughts and disturbed emotions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my memes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love and relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendships" /><title>I'd Lie</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite songs by Taylor Swift - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'd Lie"&lt;/span&gt;.  I hope you enjoy it.  Though I like the other version of this song.  One of the things I like about it is the sound of the different instruments played apart from the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iYYm6uXpues" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="315"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599499250212572559-6919119360081112166?l=www.reyapot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was excited to work on them that I woke up earlier than usual.  There are even a couple of tasks scheduled in the morning that I was not able to include in my list.  I got a little irritated for forgetting about them, and with the thought that I might not have enough time to complete the rest of the items in my list because of these two tasks.  And to top it all, it rained cats and dogs (sigh).  I am not sure if the rain was feeling my disappointments and sadness.  Because it poured hard after I received the "bad news".  Honestly, it was not really the "news" that made me feel disappointed and sad.  It is definitely more than that.  I am starting to wonder again.  And that old feeling is starting to come back.  The feeling I had during the time I was trying to find my way.  Anyway, I had no choice but to proceed in completing my To Do list for today.  In spite of the rain and all these mixed-emotions, I went on with my schedules for the afternoon.  First stop was a meeting with our new client.  Unfortunately, the person I was coordinating with was still out of the office (and this is probably because of the bad weather).  And so I was off to my next errand, collection of check payments.  Again, because of the bad weather, I had to stop by the mall near the office of our client.  Otherwise, I will be soaking wet before I even reached our client's office.  Amidst all these tragic happenings and changes that are taking place, my mind remained restless with all those thoughts about that old feeling.  Suddenly I remembered my favorite restaurant [big grin].  I am going to "cherish" these thoughts about that old feeling over a Grilled Chicken Burrito and Iced Tea [wink, wink].  My comfort food (one of my comfort foods actually lol).  I enjoyed my burrito as I was watching the other customers eating and talking.  I never had a chance to "cherish" the sad thoughts.  Nothing beats a grilled chicken burrito huh? [big grin].  Not even the thoughts of that old feeling [wink, wink].  Oh, and by the way, I was able to complete the items in my To Do list for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599499250212572559-4190259321384203556?l=www.reyapot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been a long while since the last time we get-together.  Unfortunately, two of my friends were not able to come.  One of them has work and the other one had a family emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok4s11bglI0/TzSnc98lnPI/AAAAAAAAFl0/awZ7ufXn1n4/s1600/Photo0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ok4s11bglI0/TzSnc98lnPI/AAAAAAAAFl0/awZ7ufXn1n4/s200/Photo0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707370743892122866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was nice seeing old friends again.  And some things never change (big grin).  Though some of us are already married and have kids, the friendship remains.  We still enjoy talking about all sorts of things and we laugh together.  Actually it is more fun this time because we got lots of new topics to talk and laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3mWFPpvIJg/TzSnePsFJMI/AAAAAAAAFmM/1HLKiYfcb-E/s1600/Photo0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3mWFPpvIJg/TzSnePsFJMI/AAAAAAAAFmM/1HLKiYfcb-E/s200/Photo0459.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707370765834593474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are planning to get-together again soon.  I just hope that we can set more meetings and get-together as often as we can.  Its been always fun spending time with old friends.  I love it when we start to reminisce about the crazy things we did and the boys that we used to like (wink, wink).  I can't wait until our next get-together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8599499250212572559-4683926229228109929?l=www.reyapot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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