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A Gaelic Blessing</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2012 03:07:41 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">437</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="rawthoughtsandfeelings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>RawThoughtsAndFeelings</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>O is For Operation</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/yI7Lxjmqlf8/o-is-for-operation.html</link><category>real life drama</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 17:43:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-1453512071962665490</guid><description>This is a story that my mom told me over and over again every time she sees me, about the circumstances in which became my life destination. To put it bluntly, how I became a handicapped!

According to mother, I was a big girl, healthy, and strong for an 8-month old baby. In fact, I was bigger than any of my siblings at that age.  My older sister and I both got sick at the same time, and we both&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/yI7Lxjmqlf8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-29T20:43:08.385-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1l1wHh4-mDk/TS3OwxKh0oI/AAAAAAAABZo/y8ELNIK3z7Q/s72-c/IMG_0183-raw.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/o-is-for-operation.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Way It Was and Is</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/US6voVTBWuI/way-it-was-and-is.html</link><category>fables and fairies</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 02:35:07 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-8301118697283170915</guid><description>It is unknown as to why certain people take into their head that they are more superior to others, and that they have the right to hit, yelled, or mistreated other humans. Surely some of the rich earthy possessions might put them in a better advantage than the poor, but still that power should not be abused by any mean.



That being said, Mother Fairy does not belonged to this privileged group&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/US6voVTBWuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-29T05:35:07.326-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7jd_bV9R6sU/T0i53hBhIaI/AAAAAAAACpo/4Z50BrU2fC8/s72-c/P1000377-cloud+passing+by.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/way-it-was-and-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Single Petal Pink Moss Rose</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/sJhHEesy_c0/single-petal-pink-moss-rose.html</link><category>nature</category><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 11:26:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-6280270965218871179</guid><description>Close Up of Pink Moss Rose

Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced.~James Baldwin

Single Petal Moss Rose

Things turn out best for the people who make the best out of the way things turn out. ~Art Linkletter
Soaked With Water

The greatest inspiration is often born of desperation. ~Comer Cotrell 
Thanks for VISITING!
Joining Pink Saturday, I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/sJhHEesy_c0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T14:26:00.186-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoCVW3qXLU4/T0VCu4VPnnI/AAAAAAAACoA/mw_2dn04rGs/s72-c/IMG_8922-stare+right+in.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/single-petal-pink-moss-rose.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Panicking or Hypertension?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/-56ja61KX2Y/panicking-or-hypertension.html</link><category>heart talk</category><category>health</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><category>relationship</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 08:39:45 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-2457329230923927257</guid><description>Have you ever waked up in a manic stage as though you don't know what date it is, or what you suppose to do?  I have, every freaking morning!  I woke up in a rush, with my heart pounding so hard, and my mind was buzzing as if it was in a speed car race.

What is it?  I don't know!  I just wake up in a panic, and I have to talk to myself to calm down, slow it way down so I take a breath.  Am I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/-56ja61KX2Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T11:39:45.299-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1l1wHh4-mDk/S0SUnk9LtcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/f6cfy58Uevc/s72-c/IMG_5245-raw.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2010/01/panicking-or-hypertension.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>N Is For Negativity</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/5qkqmXcGzB8/n-is-for-negativity.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:53:44 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-7980751172406942933</guid><description>Growing up as a handicapped person, my life was surrounded with negativity and it was mostly verbal. Never did it occur to me how damaging and poisonous words could do to one's soul. When the adults in my life constantly told me that I would grow up a beggar, a whore, a useless person, an unworthy human to be loved, my mind molded itself along this line.

I couldn't bring my drooping and sagging&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/5qkqmXcGzB8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:53:44.297-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TDJruzwVHlo/Tzz_ApTt8vI/AAAAAAAACnc/9HbYk-hmlHY/s72-c/P1000375-light+in+the+darkness.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/n-is-for-negativity.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Unconventional Theory</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/Peb5E8BK8G4/unconventional-theory.html</link><category>heart talk</category><category>real life drama</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:42:30 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-7474915933487478543</guid><description>In an effort to understand why Fairy Mother couldn't sleep, the Dust Fairy put a theory into place. Being over fifty, she found herself dozing off during the day even just for a few second of shut eyed. Naturally, the human body grew tiresome and weary.

After having seven teeth removed, and gum surgery, Fairy Mother still couldn't allow her body to take over. This excruciating pain alone should&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/Peb5E8BK8G4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:42:30.600-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h9saas-ev3M/Tz5akQ5buMI/AAAAAAAACns/SuaoGMkaRWw/s72-c/P1000413-candle.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/unconventional-theory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pretty Pink Dahlia</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/m50K83lYOXg/pretty-pink-dahlia.html</link><category>nature</category><category>photos</category><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 11:47:50 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-112964983931832229</guid><description>Gorgeous Face of Dahlia

Looking through my flower archives, I just want spring to hurry up and arrive. Too many gray days sag my spirit, and cause me dragging my feet.

Show Stopper Dahlia

Dahlia flowers are so beautiful, and come in so many different colors! I am planning on growing them in my garden this year. Well, at least try anyway since there are very few flowers that I can grow.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/m50K83lYOXg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T14:47:50.176-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLGuX2LD5sI/TzvGy_1kN2I/AAAAAAAACnE/FZXW66oxid4/s72-c/IMG_3439-pink+dahlia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/pretty-pink-dahlia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>M Is For Manner</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/unDQkK4Ljus/m-is-for-manner.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:29:45 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-5457082153906288753</guid><description>I was taught to have an impeccable manner at a very young age, and anything less than those unbending rules would lend me into big trouble.
Respect your elders 
never talk back 
only speak when addressed
say please and thank you 
neat appearance at all time
no elbows on the table
treat everyone decently
These were drilled into my brain for as long as I could remember. I carried this expectation&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/unDQkK4Ljus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:29:45.648-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDBy1CtkfmE/TyFoE8iDLrI/AAAAAAAACmY/UBqnZ1Mn0mY/s72-c/IMG_7786-photo+art.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/m-is-for-manner.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Contradiction Tug</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/z-98GyuAN_Q/contradiction-tug.html</link><category>fables and fairies</category><category>heart talk</category><category>relationship</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:41:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-4265956136371796317</guid><description>There were two main things that Fairy Mother is afraid of: being alone at night, and dead. It was not as if she hasn't stayed all by herself before. She has stayed alone in California before July's Wind brought her back here. However, once she set foot back in Michigan, with three fairy children available, Fairy Mother played the scary game.

She would tell the fairies about the horrid news of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/z-98GyuAN_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:41:47.756-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-02eOZ7vvEv0/TzehskPljbI/AAAAAAAACm4/qABXIhkqk7Q/s72-c/P1000035-moon+at+night.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/contradiction-tug.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Light My Candles</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/bi-stHylPEg/light-my-candles.html</link><category>nature</category><category>photos</category><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:39:21 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-7748579725290410540</guid><description>These flowers look so much like my last post: Faces of Little Pink Flowers, but they were actually different! These have a bit of similarity to orchids, and they looked like candles to me.


Whatever they were, I just love the colors combo and their form! We are now in the middle of winter, and I need to make used of my archives. The only drawback is that I have no name for my flowers!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/bi-stHylPEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:39:21.399-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toU9a6oDeY4/TyFjR-4A8aI/AAAAAAAAClo/gz0IsqKzlo8/s72-c/IMG_7685-light+up+my+candles.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/light-my-candles.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My First Clipboard</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/rmB7nn9wwRU/my-first-clipboard.html</link><category>technology/gadget</category><category>internet/computer</category><category>opinion post</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:56:26 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-2054816724824303021</guid><description>Finding a way to organize what I like on the internet has just become easier and simpler with clipix. This is a new website that offers an organizing tool by creating as many clip boards to my liking. Each clip board has each own category, thus, I can find what I want in just a click.

Here is how you can join the fun:
  Sign up at clipix.com with your Facebook or Twitter account. I am sure you&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/rmB7nn9wwRU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:56:26.952-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/4heBUKnDb-w/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/my-first-clipboard.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>L Is For Late</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/Ck6ZMfWQUtA/l-is-for-late.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:35:20 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-2386135071447962744</guid><description>I have no idea why, but for some reasons I am always the early arrival for everything. Whether it is to an appointment, or to a party or to the airport, I prefer to get to my destination before the time than to come late.    This behavior some time annoys me and others since I tend to get jumpy if we are not on the road. I can't seem to relax.

Unless it is out of my control, such as when someone&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/Ck6ZMfWQUtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:35:20.332-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWIQ56iqKKw/TulEj4mf-rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZliSix023t8/s72-c/IMG_7044-grass+seeds.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/l-is-for-late.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Faces of Little Pink Flowers</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/7Z8H-ywV7Xw/faces-of-little-pink-flowers.html</link><category>nature</category><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 12:50:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-3235335891460395</guid><description>Updates:  This flowers have been identified as Crepe Myrtle, a native of China!

Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.~William James


Make it a point to do something every day that you don't want to do. This is the golden rule for acquiring the habit of doing your duty without pain.~Mark Twain


Have patience with all things,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/7Z8H-ywV7Xw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-22T15:50:38.792-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t2qI946SHYU/TyFhAm8j3UI/AAAAAAAAClM/Cxi1FHQ0Zp4/s72-c/IMG_7609-little+pink+flowers.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/faces-of-little-pink-flowers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Enroll In Prescription Savings Club at Walgreens</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/dFR79c6jHcQ/enroll-in-prescription-savings-club-at.html</link><category>finance</category><category>children/family</category><category>opinion post</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 04:30:15 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-9175866463857986995</guid><description>This post brought to you by Walgreens.  All opinions are 100% mine.

Are you looking for an affordable way to fill your prescription drugs? Then you must check out Prescription Savings Club at Walgreens . For only $35 dollars a year, you can cover your family and your pets on this plan. Family, of course, includes spouse, children 22 and under.

If you think your eyes play a trick on you at the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/dFR79c6jHcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T07:30:15.066-05:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/enroll-in-prescription-savings-club-at.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Lenovo Multimedia Remote</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/DTuRvI6ng2M/lenovo-multimedia-remote.html</link><category>technology/gadget</category><category>internet/computer</category><category>opinion post</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 04:31:45 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-47201337726593417</guid><description>This post brought to you by Lenovo.  All opinions are 100% mine.

Most of us have a deeper appreciation for technology than we care to admit, particularly for our computer and internet, as they bring a wider world to our finger tips. Although I am not a savvy user, I still like to see gadgets that tend to make life easier.


The Lenovo Enhanced Multimedia Remote comes to mind as one device that&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/DTuRvI6ng2M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T07:31:45.444-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/d2-wSl6LR4M/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/lenovo-multimedia-remote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>K is For Kneeling</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/8991INDIqFw/k-is-for-kneeling.html</link><category>real life drama</category><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 17:01:46 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-653811814919389430</guid><description>One of the most popular punishments for the children in my country was kneeling! Some people opted for the use of violence by beating the living day light of their victims, and some preferred to send the kids on their knees. Obviously, the later punishment was very rare and often carried out after the physical torture.

Kneeling for me was much more difficult to accomplish due to my handicapped.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/8991INDIqFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T20:01:46.329-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ehSJ3kVIQc/TyFlX9yDEYI/AAAAAAAACmA/pX251UZejYQ/s72-c/IMG_7832-photo+art.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/02/k-is-for-kneeling.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Moving Stones</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/0hIa3TugF38/moving-stones.html</link><category>fables and fairies</category><category>heart talk</category><category>real life drama</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 12:23:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-463168388719643734</guid><description>While others chose to hide the truth, the reality, the disappointments, and the harsh part of life, the Dust Fairy daughter continued to move one small pebble at a time with her Fairy Mother. She minded her manner, and opted for impeccable timing to push the stone a bit off the scale further. At time, she thought her effort was working, but at time watching her mother in full swing of destructive&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/0hIa3TugF38" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T15:23:00.632-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpRB7ij24qo/Tx18WU6yBWI/AAAAAAAACkc/FQ4-t8noHUI/s72-c/P1000010-sky+photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/moving-stones.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pink Azalea Flower</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/fu5JGsV0OLk/pink-azalea-flower.html</link><category>nature</category><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 07:51:31 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-895760767395916974</guid><description>Lovely Pink Azalea

“When you don’t get what you want, you suffer. If you get it, you suffer too since you can’t hold on to it forever.” – Peaceful Warrior

"Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.” - Steve Jobs

“For every effect there is a root cause. Find and address the root cause rather than&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/fu5JGsV0OLk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T10:51:31.258-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Su7yB0S-zg/TyFV06U9YcI/AAAAAAAACk0/4ifnpLHDHic/s72-c/IMG_7495-pink+azelea.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/pink-azalea-flower.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>J is For Jumping</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/UoC_txbFKD4/j-is-for-jumping.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 07:19:21 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-54764522186761001</guid><description>Growing up with one broken leg has left me with many wishes to yearn for! One of those wishes was to be able to jump or lift my body up in the air for just a moment. I wanted to feel that flying motion, that inhibiting feeling from grounding to the earth, and that lightness of air.

Watching other kids jumped ropes, skipped stairs, or swooshed down from a rock, I always wanted to know how it felt&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/UoC_txbFKD4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T10:19:21.267-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LvssyF-jTVw/Tx7bKVFuRAI/AAAAAAAACkk/rmHRRYDFQNQ/s72-c/IMG_6388-birds+gathering.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/j-is-for-jumping.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Changes In the Moon</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/K-N4IVM09rg/changes-in-moon.html</link><category>fables and fairies</category><category>real life drama</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Sun, 12 Feb 2012 03:55:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-1111746422371862775</guid><description>The world through Mother Fairy's view is very small, and she often has no idea what it takes to live without her protected bubble. She dictated and gave command on what to do as if everything must conform to how she thought it should be. If anyone had the notion of explaining how it was done in reality, Mother Fairy would retreat to her favorite response of "how stupid", and held on to her idea&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/K-N4IVM09rg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T06:55:18.801-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dW4FT_3u5S0/Tx1FxCDp0wI/AAAAAAAACkU/IOH3j3DPDmU/s72-c/P1000009-sky+photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/changes-in-moon.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Deep Pink Rose</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/gb1HOu_HBjk/deep-pink-rose.html</link><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 07:35:57 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-4332110651769408430</guid><description>Half Pink and Half White Rose
Roses are on display in many stores and supermarket. I especially like these two tone colors of half white and half pink rose. It is unusual and pretty looking.

Different Perspective
Since many stores don't like people taking pictures inside, I have to just quickly snap a few photos. I like the curly petals at the very top of this rose.

Macro of Two Tones Rose&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/gb1HOu_HBjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-26T10:35:57.241-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k1gtTE4ZIvs/Txh_xyDUVGI/AAAAAAAACj8/geto-TjD9dA/s72-c/IMG_0812-deep+pink+rose.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/deep-pink-rose.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>I Is For Identity</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/cUURyCKAcEg/i-is-for-identity.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 05:56:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-513964702904191056</guid><description>My native name is on a hard side for people to pronounce once I immersed into the world of school and work. Everyone wanted to give me an American name so that they could identify me. It was an exciting proposal at first, and one that gave me a sense of belonging. Growing up there was nothing better than to feel normal and not different or stood out.

Hence, an American name was born, translated&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/cUURyCKAcEg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-25T08:56:12.576-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmKvVAYEEZI/TxbKPiymNSI/AAAAAAAACjs/BgMqSyqX9lc/s72-c/P1000044-barren+branches.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/i-is-for-identity.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Consequence of a Protected Bubble</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/Ri7J8K91fIo/save-for-monday-publication.html</link><category>fables and fairies</category><category>heart talk</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 03:44:45 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-282900215226294113</guid><description>The pull and tug go on between Mother Fairy and her three children. She is used to be the number one, and got whatever, whenever she wanted since the fairies' father passed away. Everyone shielded her from the reality of life, and spared her heartache from all corners.

She knew nothing about paying bills, or anything about owning a home. Mother Fairy lives most of her life in a gigantic &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/Ri7J8K91fIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T06:44:45.782-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6G2Q8ILb-c/TtAbRz7qHzI/AAAAAAAAChE/CtlIrP_DaSg/s72-c/IMG_9933-white+flowers.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2011/11/save-for-monday-publication.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pretty Pink Hydrangea</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/Lq-Aow29I04/pretty-pink-hydrangea.html</link><category>flowers</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 12:53:22 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-5139501373646368855</guid><description>Pretty Pretty Baby Pink
This has to be the most pretty pink hydrangea I've seen so far! They are available in the supermarket around my world since nothing can grow in this cold weather at the moment.

Flowers and Buds
I like to sneak around in the flower section of the market for some photos! It is fun and I never know what I might have until I came home and upload them onto the computer. I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/Lq-Aow29I04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T15:53:22.593-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TtUnm3PkiS4/TtO-5SoRpRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/MUi_HfE9yQY/s72-c/IMG_9715-lovely+hydrangea.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/pretty-pink-hydrangea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>H Is For Humor</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~3/V_Ipj0vgcHU/h-is-for-humor.html</link><category>mixed memories</category><category>thoughts and feelings</category><category>raw emotions</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (☆☆Mumsy)</author><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2012 05:35:07 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5247769025239110785.post-1815990433047741854</guid><description>Humor is something that I'm terribly lack off! I don't find too many things that are really funny, and can't seem to stomach stand-up comedies, especially when the jokes aimed at someone else's expense such as "my parents this or my wife that" type of things. Racist tease is another that just does not sit well either with me.

I admit, growing up here in American, I've absorbed lot of ways to&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RawThoughtsAndFeelings/~4/V_Ipj0vgcHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T08:35:07.318-05:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oFpoiZLI4mc/TwcaF5D6tJI/AAAAAAAAALM/IJ4QjDSnLmw/s72-c/IMG_8716-flower+of+cactus.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.rawthoughtsandfeelings.com/2012/01/h-is-for-humor.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

