<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Kabocious</title><description>verano, por favor.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sun, 6 Oct 2024 20:52:14 -0700</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>Everything I ask for...</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-i-ask-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Fri, 3 Sep 2010 22:08:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-5884966848068536471</guid><description>"She thinks I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Judging by the faces that she's making.&lt;br /&gt;And I think she's pretty.&lt;br /&gt;But pretty's just part of the things she does that amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;And she calls me sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;I love it when she wakes me when it's still dark.&lt;br /&gt;And she watches the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But she's the only one I have my eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;And it'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;Just come with me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;You know I need you.&lt;br /&gt;Just like you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop, Won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I must be dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop, Won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;I must be dreaming."&lt;br /&gt;- I Must Be Dreaming by the Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She takes her time with the little things&lt;br /&gt;Love notes reminding me&lt;br /&gt;She wears red when she's feeling hot&lt;br /&gt;I have her but that's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;She looks best without her clothes&lt;br /&gt;I know it's wrong but that's the way it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what she sees in me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy that she's happy now&lt;br /&gt;That she's with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm freakin' out&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she makes me feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;It's always something&lt;br /&gt;But I can't get over it&lt;br /&gt;She thinks it's nothing&lt;br /&gt;Because she's&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;br /&gt;And just a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ask for&lt;br /&gt;And so much more."&lt;br /&gt;- Everything I Ask For by The Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I picked you up and lifted your wilted frame into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I was taken back, yeah I was taken back,&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I caught my breath,&lt;br /&gt;You had blossomed into something that I did not expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes all night,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;For you, Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight, sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;All for you my daisy.&lt;br /&gt;We're getting this before you leave,&lt;br /&gt;All for you my daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a wreck and you know,&lt;br /&gt;You've got me wrapped around your finger,&lt;br /&gt;Like a boy tangled in vines,&lt;br /&gt;But I've figured you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're here,&lt;br /&gt;We're so confused,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that there was some way that I could tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it takes all night,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;Forever."&lt;br /&gt;- Daisy by The Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't buy me flowers&lt;br /&gt;You don't buy me drinks&lt;br /&gt;You don't drive me anywhere&lt;br /&gt;But totally insane&lt;br /&gt;We used to talk for hours&lt;br /&gt;Until the night was through&lt;br /&gt;But recently your ego&lt;br /&gt;Is going through the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you need a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;Cos' you're too comfortable&lt;br /&gt;You think because you bagged me &lt;br /&gt;You don't have to work at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I gotta do wrong&lt;br /&gt;To get your attention&lt;br /&gt;But maybe when I call this man up&lt;br /&gt;You'll finally start to wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;This is your wake up call&lt;br /&gt;So wake up wake up&lt;br /&gt;You better wake up"&lt;br /&gt;- Wake Up Call by Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like he doesn't hear a word I say&lt;br /&gt;His mind is somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how to get there&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;(She's way too serious)&lt;br /&gt;All he wants is to chill out&lt;br /&gt;(She's always in a rush)&lt;br /&gt;He makes me wanna pull all my hair out&lt;br /&gt;(And interrupting)&lt;br /&gt;Like he doesn't even care&lt;br /&gt;(Like she doesn't even care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always trying to save the day&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna let my music play&lt;br /&gt;She's all or nothing&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings never change&lt;br /&gt;(Why does he try to read my mind?)&lt;br /&gt;I try to read her mind&lt;br /&gt;(It's not good to psychoanalyze)&lt;br /&gt;She tries to pick a fight&lt;br /&gt;To get attention&lt;br /&gt;That's what all of my friends say&lt;br /&gt;(That's what all of my friends say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, Me, We're face to face,&lt;br /&gt;But we don't see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like fire and rain&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay mad at you for anything&lt;br /&gt;We're Venus and Mars&lt;br /&gt;We're like different stars&lt;br /&gt;But you're the harmony to every song I sing&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm yes, she's no&lt;br /&gt;When I hold on, he just lets go&lt;br /&gt;We're perfectly imperfect,&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't change a thing"&lt;br /&gt;- Wouldn't Change a Thing by Joe Jonas and Demi Lovato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's awkward and silent&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you to say&lt;br /&gt;What I need to hear now&lt;br /&gt;Your sincere apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you mean it, I'll believe it&lt;br /&gt;If you text it, I'll delete it&lt;br /&gt;Let's be clear&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not coming back&lt;br /&gt;You're taking 7 steps here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I hate about you!&lt;br /&gt;You're vain, your games, you're insecure&lt;br /&gt;You love me, you like her&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends, they're jerks&lt;br /&gt;When you act like them, just know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I hate the most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And compared to all the great things&lt;br /&gt;That would take too long to write&lt;br /&gt;I probably should mention the 7 that I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 7 things I like about you!&lt;br /&gt;Your hair, your eyes, your old Levi's&lt;br /&gt;When we kiss I'm hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh, you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's both I'll have to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands in mine&lt;br /&gt;When we're intertwined, everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be with the one I know&lt;br /&gt;And the 7th thing I like most that you do&lt;br /&gt;You make me love you. You do."&lt;br /&gt;- 7 Things by Miley Cyrus</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>i can't live... if living is without you.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-hinn-oops-i-mean-huck-finn-teehee.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 22:58:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-1407580348972985214</guid><description>If I should stay,&lt;br /&gt;I would only be in your way.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll go, but I know&lt;br /&gt;I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;You, my darling you. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope life treats you kind&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish to you, joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;But above all this, I wish you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;I, I will always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, darling, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'll always, I'll always love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Whitney Houston</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Around the World/HBFS</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/10/around-worldhbfs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 22:59:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-4697885947856311299</guid><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=72b75d655b5e219a362173" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="408" height="382" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=72b75d655b5e219a362173&amp;skin_id=701&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:408px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=72b75d655b5e219a362173&amp;skin_id=701&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/72b75d655b5e219a362173/701.gif" style="border:0px;" width="408" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>dance dance.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/09/dance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 22:00:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-111579860378905500</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/072/6/b/Dance_by_NaturalBornCreative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://fc04.deviantart.com/fs14/f/2007/072/6/b/Dance_by_NaturalBornCreative.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Garden of Love</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/08/garden-of-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 14:12:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-6339572916173339196</guid><description>idk... i found this poem i wrote in 7th grade... it amazed me how much i understood and how talented i was to put such a well thought out poem together... just thought i'd post it idk maybe share it for anyone who needed a little something to read. well here it is... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my garden of love&lt;br /&gt;Are flowers of all kinds&lt;br /&gt;In my garden of love&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are very easy finds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my garden of love&lt;br /&gt;Where flowers are friends&lt;br /&gt;And how many flowers&lt;br /&gt;You grow it depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No greater gift does life send,&lt;br /&gt;Than you for such a wonderful friend!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>&amp;&amp; everything's just wrong.    when ur not here next to me... ♥ [[day3]]</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/07/everythings-just-wrong-when-ur-not-here_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 23:42:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-6536451547436678776</guid><description>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tomorrow.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope u missed me... if u told me the truth.. and that u didn't, i suppose i'd be a little hurt.. but i'd definitely be happier u were honest with me regardless of the fact that we all know sometimes "the truth hurts".. well... for &lt;i&gt;me...&lt;/i&gt; to be honest, i missed you.. a lot. i know at some times i tried soo hard to not think about it.... but in the end.. i couldn't help it... u mean so much to me... today robot rock came on the radio and i go "ohh he likes this song..." :) and i stop.. and she goes... "stop imagining him. i know you are... you have that look." but.. i didn't stop... i didn't care.... i was smiling... and you were with me.. for a minute..... hmm... :) and tomorrow the second you can use your phone, i really hope... that first call is to me. i can't describe what it feels like to see your name light up on my phone screen.. hehe i wish it'd show up on my screen more often lol but w/e anyways.. :) i've realized i could prbbly last longer... but i don't wanna. hahhaa i miss you... and love you... definitely the second one. hahaha not to say that i don't mean the first one... ugh nvm hahaha both of em... i miss you... i love you steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Love, your baby...&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>&amp;&amp; everything's just wrong.    when ur not here next to me... ♥ [[day2]]</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/07/everythings-just-wrong-when-ur-not-here_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 23:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-2293154067678707272</guid><description>here i go again... just tomorrow... and then next day ur back... i can do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that thinking of you all the time is sweet, and cute, and whatever else... but right now... trying to take my mind off of you.. makes me feel better... and right now... night times worse... just like u used to tell me... day time is fine it's all cool there are ppl and stuff that can kinda get ur mind off of it.. well not off of it but it's just ok to think about cuz u don't get a lot of time to think about it... but at night.... it's different and ur alone... u've got all night to think... alright well it doesn't matter.. right now i'm talking with her about how sweet u r, cute u r, and how ahmaazing u r... :) i'm thinking of u... and idc how much it hurts.... i'm not crying. and i'm getting stronger. :) ..... i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Love, your baby...</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>&amp;&amp; everything's just wrong.    when ur not here next to me... ♥</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/07/everythings-just-wrong-when-ur-not-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-174774551495540048</guid><description>just a little venting... ish... kinda... idk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's okay... but tomorrow'll be worse... with you gone.. i just don't know what to do... anything and everything just reminds me of you... and i know if i were u.. i wouldn't wanna hear this.. but, the thought of you brings tears to my eyes... sometimes they're sad tears.. the ones because i miss you; because it's not fair; because it hurts; because i love you... and sometimes they're those good tears.. the ones because i appreciate you; because the good memories; because i'm sure my heart's growing stronger; because i love you... but more importantly because you love me.... and ur all i ever think about... they say u've become my life... and honestly.. i'm not ready to deny it.... cuz maybe it's true.. i've never felt so alone with so many people still around me... and just when i'm trying to distract my mind, to maybe think of something else.... there it is.. the text... u text me... even when ur not allowed to... and those 4 simple words... those 4 words that make my day... "hey.... i love you :)" oh.. how i'm gonna miss you soo much..... oh.. how i .. already.. miss you... sooo much... and i pray for the strength... cuz like i said.... it's easy to hate... but it takes strength and courage to love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abscence makes the heart grow fonder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Love, your baby...</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>We Miss You Selena... and you still inspire people today, including me (:</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-miss-you-selena-and-you-still.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:10:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-1213379215968604144</guid><description>Tu eres mi amor, mi vida&lt;br/&gt;Sabes que no es un mentira&lt;br/&gt;Solo vivo por tu amor&lt;br/&gt;Porque tu haces mi vida mas mejor&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Cuando estas muy cerca&lt;br/&gt;No puedo respirar&lt;br/&gt;Y cuando escucho tu voz&lt;br/&gt;Mi corazon no puede funccionar&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Puedes darme todo del mundo&lt;br/&gt;Pero cuando no estas aqui, nada tiene importancia&lt;br/&gt;Mi amor para ti es profundo&lt;br/&gt;Y yo deseo que te sientes lo mismo&lt;br/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Love Me Like There's No Tomorrow, Baby &lt;3</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-me-like-theres-no-tomorrow-baby-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jun 2008 01:17:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-9222368572279332210</guid><description>I can't believe you're mine, sweetheart,&lt;br/&gt;And I'm just not complete when we're apart.&lt;br/&gt;You've been my everything, for oh so long,&lt;br/&gt;And I always hoped that we belonged.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was like a sign,&lt;br/&gt;Always on my mind,&lt;br/&gt;Melt my heart like ice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your hand in mine,&lt;br/&gt;When they're intertwined,&lt;br/&gt;Feels like paradise.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Feels like wishing since forever,&lt;br/&gt;But now that we're together,&lt;br/&gt;I hope you'll love me till the end of time.&lt;br/&gt;I hope you won't find loving me a crime.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I'm sorry if I incriminate you with this kiss,&lt;br/&gt;If they put me on trial I'll say, "I couldn't resist."&lt;br/&gt;So when the judge finally bangs the gavel with the verdict,&lt;br/&gt;He'll say something no one could have been able to predict.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"They are not innocent, because they must have control.&lt;br/&gt; For their actions? I suppose they must pay the toll.&lt;br/&gt;But I cannot say they are one hundred percent guilty,&lt;br/&gt; Because love makes you do things where others might not agree."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As for  his decision, he let them off the hook,&lt;br/&gt;And before he did he flipped through the pages of one giant book.&lt;br/&gt;"Young lovers, never forget the meaning of true love,&lt;br/&gt; Remember the one who you're always thinking of."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;An interruption so to speak,&lt;br/&gt;To finish the sentence she had to sneak,&lt;br/&gt;In the court and on the stand,&lt;br/&gt; She turned to whisper behind her hand,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Keep in mind, time doesn't have a guarantee,&lt;br/&gt;So love me like there's no tomorrow, baby."&lt;br/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>summer love.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:02:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-6340592034961333915</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn73/laboman/summer-love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn73/laboman/summer-love-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep, cause reality has finally become better than your dreams..."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Midnight Thoughts..</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/06/midnight-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 14:19:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-6633404501165422189</guid><description>Don't fear me&lt;br /&gt;Don't avoid me&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I may help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mistreat me&lt;br /&gt;Don't disrespect me&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be hard,&lt;br /&gt;It may take time,&lt;br /&gt;But I can wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to open up,&lt;br /&gt;For you to love me,&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And if it takes all night,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll wait,&lt;br /&gt;For you,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Daisy&lt;/em&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;The Maine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Somewhere out there...</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/somewhere-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 15:45:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-2076875631850467419</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re thinking of someone,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever hope that maybe they are too?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when they’re thinking of someone,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ever hope that someone’s you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The odds are small,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The chances minute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But despite that all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These aren’t absolute.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could it be,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re thinking of me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And at the same time, and the same sky,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A single shining star catches our eye.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And he says, “Tonight I name this star after you.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he gazes out upon the ocean blue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And miles away, her quiet voice echoes,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Tonight I name this star after you,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He’ll never know which one I chose…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’ll never know that I chose you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Together Alone.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/together-alone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 15:44:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-9003458746208659815</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While we’re in this secret hide away,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is one thing I hope you’ll say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hidden on the outskirts of this town,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somewhere where we can’t be found.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pushed up against the wall,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because this area is so small.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My palms sweaty, my knees weak,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To break the silence, a sin, to speak.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So without words and without sound,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Use a language known from all around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So just one kiss,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can’t resist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One I know that’s true,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One that says… “I love you.”&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Could it be?</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/could-it-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 15:43:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-4009298326945957820</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Could it be a prettier sight?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This dark, cool, summery night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The glow that rests upon your face,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sweet touch from your embrace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The millions of shimmering stars up above,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or the wonderful company of you, my love?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my hair is moved by the slight ocean breeze,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your hand is what brushes it back in place,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And with that hand I feel the gentle squeeze,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Butterflies come, without a trace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And when I rest my head upon your chest,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could fall asleep here in your arms,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just hoping that my heart’s at rest,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And knowing you’ll never do me harm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be with you, just means everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re what makes my simple heart sing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So tomorrow morning when I wake up with a smile,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll wake up knowing that it was all worthwhile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That incredible dream that was too good to be true,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That impossible dream that maybe, I was with you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Lyrics in Life 11 [[part one]]</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyrics-in-life-11-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 13:43:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-2570532545713842839</guid><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Settle down, settle down, people!” yelled the teacher, trying to quiet the rambunctious class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“What are you going to bring, Ava?” Jen asked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“I have no clue!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But this is going to be soo fun!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“I know! I can’t believe we get to go to-”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Cancun, children, I know it’s exciting! It’s Cancun… that’s it,” Interrupted Mr. Alvarez. “If we can’t get under control, here, how can we possibly take you to a different country?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The class immediately stopped chatting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Thank you,” he continued, “now… we need you at LAX tomorrow morning at 6am. Sharp.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please remember this isn’t like school, if you’re tardy we can’t just give you a lunch detention, the consequence is you will not be boarding the plane. Also! …”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I tuned him out…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Hey,” Cory whispered, “you going?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Chyeah!” I whispered to the brown-haired blue-eyed cutie to my right.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Niice, I hear the pools are siick..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“I know! And they have awesome golf car-“&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me. Ava. Cory. Am I interrupting something?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;“Oh. Sorry, no…” I blushed, “Actually, yes, you are.” Is what I wanted to say but of course, me, being too much of a goody two shoes, didn’t do anything about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;After last summer and the beginning of high school Amanda had clearly shown what she was more interested in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But, hey, that’s her prerogative.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She began to distance herself from her friends to get closer to Chris.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I miss her… a lot, but hey what can you do?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always knew I’d lose friends throughout high school, I just never expected them to be the ones you thought were your closest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes seeing her having fun without me, is painful, not cause I’m jealous but because it reminds me of the good times we used to have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chris can’t stand being within a twenty foot radius of me, and Amanda’s constantly around him… so it only makes it worse. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;This spring break, Amanda’s grounded for being at Chris’ house till 11 at night without parents, and Chris’ high-class richy rich family is vacationing in their condo in Venice, Italy. (I swear you could name anywhere and that family’d have a condo there… haha) I hate to say this, but. &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe… without them… this trip won’t be half bad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;[[tbc - to be continued]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Lyrics in Life 10 1/2</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyrics-in-life-10-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 12:55:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-8189746904618166988</guid><description>&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;So basically here’s the low-down on the end of the summer…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;+ Because Chris breaks it with Ava, he’s free and Amanda needs to be free if she wants to be with him… so, she breaks it with Josh… Meanie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;+ It sucks to be Josh, you’re pretty much the only one broken-hearted… and maybe Chris… but not really…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;+ It’s been a few weeks, and finally everything’s going back to normal… kinda… ish. Ava still wants Josh, and Josh has a new crush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;+ Within these weeks back to normality… the eventful summer ends.&lt;br /&gt;+ So here’s the recap… up till where our story begins…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- they’re now Freshie’s in H.S.!&lt;br /&gt;- it’s Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;- they’re all still single ‘cept the one who needs to be single the most… Josh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;- Josh has a new girl.&lt;br /&gt;- and Ava? She’s still got it for the same man… or does she???&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>freeze. frame. 618.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/freeze-frame-618.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 May 2008 00:07:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-5443732455807979759</guid><description>http://freezeframe618.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;^ Katherine and I now use this blog for some of our pics... so yeahhh haha that's it for now also I changed the layout hope you like it!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Leavin' - Jesse McCartney &lt;3</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/leavin-jesse-mccartney-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 May 2008 19:25:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-3097274244327829090</guid><description>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zR5_KkxgGqE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zR5_KkxgGqE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>LovE is EvoL &lt;33.</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-is-evol-33.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 May 2008 19:12:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-7258911213837507037</guid><description>Yeah, time is of the essence&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I feel weak in your prescence&lt;br/&gt;Yet no amount of time with you&lt;br/&gt;Could affect me like you do&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Life's about having what you don't want&lt;br/&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; wanting what you can't have&lt;br/&gt;So why is it me, you must taunt&lt;br/&gt;When I see you so clearly on the map&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hoping, praying, crying,&lt;br/&gt;When there's nothing I can do&lt;br/&gt;Passionately wanting, dying&lt;br/&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have learned not to pray for things to disappear&lt;br/&gt;But for the strength to overcome them&lt;br/&gt;So dear God, please help me abolish my tears&lt;br/&gt;And at least give the things he wants to him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;[[katherine made the title]]&lt;br/&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>could a reflection have any less resemblance to urself?</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/04/could-reflection-have-any-less.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 17:25:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-3370013166489576371</guid><description>dreaming of being myself&lt;br /&gt;but don't know who that is&lt;br /&gt;wishing to run free like horses&lt;br /&gt;but what I'm doing's no good for my health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knew finding something so close could be so hard&lt;br /&gt;something so true could leave you scarred&lt;br /&gt;just when u think you've found it all&lt;br /&gt;somehow you've suddenly lost ur call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when u don't know who u are&lt;br /&gt;don't worry ur not that far&lt;br /&gt;someone helps you thru the fall&lt;br /&gt;and that's just when u find it all</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>someday my prince will come?</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/04/someday-my-prince-will-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 09:51:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-338627674921967395</guid><description>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if I were to let it all out&lt;br /&gt;would I really be able to?&lt;br /&gt;would I scream and shout?&lt;br /&gt;would I know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when it hurts so bad?&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; can make it better&lt;br /&gt;and deep inside you are so sad&lt;br /&gt;and the tears just keep getting wetter&lt;br /&gt;then one day you find the one&lt;br /&gt;the one who sweeps u off ur feet&lt;br /&gt;just when u thought there was no sun&lt;br /&gt;you finally know ur life's complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>School..</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 12:36:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-5242402284790357124</guid><description>Yeah so I'm at school, in the library.  I'm bored and couldn't care less about the Products and Services paper I'm supposed to be writing for "my business" Stupid assignment in Tech., Bus., Fin. oh well I've decided I'll do it later although I know I won't. Haha I swear my middle name is procrastinator. :] Buttttt.... I always get things done. No matter how much I procrastinate.  However I wasn't always like this.  I used to be just my like sister... she hates to procrastinate.  I assume I always have been one to put things off till the last minute, but it wasn't till this year have I become worse... I better go, ttyl :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Carolyn &lt;3</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>At Tiffany'ssss :D</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/at-tiffanyssss-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jan 2008 13:10:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-4269720506817495955</guid><description>hey I'm at tiffany's we're thinking about makin a vid lol idk what about but yesss we will make it haha maybe w/e if we do I'll post it to my youtube account ttyl</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>asdfjkl;</title><link>http://kabocious.blogspot.com/2008/01/asdfjkl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kabocious)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 07:11:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10021881.post-6847778867469355315</guid><description>The Eye-Fi memory card is a memory card that wirelessly sends pictures from a digital camera to a computer.  This lets you skip the tedious task of plugging the camera in to upload you’re pictures.  It was awarded the CES (Consumer Electronics Show).  Eye-Fi Inc.’s wireless card beat out 9 other competitors for the top spot in the Last Gadget Standing session, a contest made by Yahoo’s technology section.  The winner is determined by the volume of the audience’s applause. The $100 Eye-Fi card has 2 GB of memory and uses Wi-Fi to instantly transfer pictures to computers and photo-sharing web sites.  Some of it’s rivals included a golf silmulator, a Toshiba wireless projector and the Sansa TakeTV, a USB memory stick from SanDisk that is designed for transferring video from the Internet to the TV.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>