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My first hike is at Mt. Maculot located at Cuenca in Batangas Province, Philippines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;So how was my climb there?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;At first it was so tiring but the view is worth it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That’s what I failed to do so climbing turns really hard for me, I’m just glad one of my groupmates help me on this. Going back, we did a lot of rest so it took us almost 4 hours to get on the campsite, it was almost dark and the weather is not that good – a slight rain – we find &amp;nbsp;good place to build our tent and make some food. Good thing some of my groupmates are a pro on this (they have the proper tools and equipment). They cooked &lt;i&gt;Sinigang&lt;/i&gt; for dinner (I am not a good cook, I don’t even know how to cook actually so I let them do the cooking) and finish our fill. There is a small store at the campsite, funny right? I don’t expect a store at the top of the mountain. Ha-ha! We bought water there then get back on our tent since it’s so cold outside. I even have a jacket inside a sweater (just how cold is that?) and I still feel so freezing cold! We did a small chit-chat and some of my groupmates had their “&lt;i&gt;small drink&lt;/i&gt;” – on of their best way to get their body heat. It was about midnight they called it a night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The next day we decided to hike at the summit of Mt. Maculot, it was a long rocky walk and climb plus the strong blow of wind but we still manage to get there safe. I could say that it was one of the amazing view I saw! Plus the excitement you get when you’re there and the adrenaline rush! The fresh air, the beautiful sight and the strong gust of wind – the experience I would really want to feel over and over again. We get back to our camp and get some food and pack our things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That’s what we did and before I forgot all the campers there will always greet you like you were their comrade, helped you and even have some information exchange like what’s the best way to get there or a good mountain to hike for beginners. After saying our goodbyes, we finally went down, travelling down was easy, it took us almost 2 hours since we took some rest to enjoy the view. The rest of the travel was smooth and amazing. When we arrive at the foot of the mountain, we took a quick bath then get ready for home.&lt;/div&gt;
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I could say that my experience climbing Mt. Maculot is definitely worth it! And the feels it makes me feel is something I will always look for, because climbing is an activity that would really make you feel…&lt;i&gt;alive&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is my first time travelling to Cebu and meet my mom’s relative. I am very much excited for this travel that I literally couldn’t sleep at all. It took almost an hour travelling from Manila to Cebu and the view above is so worth it! So first things first, when we arrived at the Mactan Airport, we met my Aunt and my cousin then off we go to Ayala Cebu Mall. I never thought I would find Ayala here in Cebu. Ha-ha! Going back, we drop our things to the baggage counter and look for a place to eat. It was around 6pm, almost dinner time and we’re so hungry so we ended up at the first place we see – KFC (it feels heaven smelling chicken when you’re so hungry). After eating, we did some small necessary shopping like soap, shampoo etc. then claim our baggage and off to the van area which is just outside the Ayala Mall. We look for Asturias destination (120 pesos per head) and is a 1 hour travel from Cebu City to Asturias (this is via Transcentral Road). I spend my 1 hour looking at the remarkable view outside, it was so dark that the city light look like a stars. The wind is so cold and you can even see the fog forming out of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We drop off at the national road to visit our cousins and from there we ride the &lt;i&gt;habal-habal &lt;/i&gt;(a motor ride and they call it &lt;i&gt;habal-habal&lt;/i&gt; wherein it is a 4 person per motorcycle ride including the driver). The ride from Asturias to Hubangon is totally dark and is perfect for those who love star gazing while on a &lt;i&gt;habal-habal &lt;/i&gt;ride. The landscape – although I couldn’t see it well – was amazing, the air was so fresh, the sounds of the trees dancing, the cold breeze brushing on my face, and the sounds of gushing water coming from the creek, all of it feels heaven! We arrive at our grandparent’s house around midnight and decided to give it ourselves a much needed rest before exploring. It was so cold there that you won&#39;t need any electric fan or air con to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, my uncle tour us on each land and farm owned by our grandparent’s. I couldn’t believe at how big each land my grandparents own (we’re talking about hectares here!) We went to the farm which is actually at the top of the mountain and we even plant a banana tree there! It was so exhausting and exciting at the same time that I feel so giddy even though I’m tired from all the planting activity. I went around quite a bit to look at the view above and harvest some of the ripe crops we could see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back in the house, we gave the crops and my uncle killed a chicken for our dinner – a native chicken. I am amaze that most of the animal there are not tied up except the cows, goats and pigs. It was my first time eating a home cooked native chicken, it taste similar to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;tinola&lt;/i&gt; but looks different. They don’t have stoves there so they cook by burning some woods etc. just imagine an old way of cooking without stoves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The same thing continues as days pass by. The time there move slowly unlike the fast-phase movement of the city. Everything about there seems so new for a city girl but definitely worth the travel and experience. A place I definitely would want to go back. My story doesn’t sum up all the beauty my eyes saw while travelling there. I just hope you reading this will decide to go there and see for yourself how beautiful the nature is when it is left untouched. Hubangon, Asturias Cebu is absolutely one of the many places you would like to add to your list to reconnect with nature and experience the province life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Character review time! I tried to pull an all-nighter shift re-watching Kaichou wa Maid no Sama and still, it nevel fails to make me feel &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt; all over again especially Usui Takumi, so while watching I did some character analysis on him and observe his character all throughout the episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Usui Takumi, he is a 17 years old high school student of Seika High School, respected by most boys at school, popular though he doesn’t care about it and he does not seems to enjoy the attentions he gain. He seems uninterested about everything and everyone, he also keeps on rejecting girls blatantly until Ayuzawa Misaki turns his world upside down. Typical story for most shoujo type of anime but this is one of the best so far.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On the first few episodes, I could say that Usui has taken notice of Misaki not because of her beauty but because maybe she’s the only girl who does not paid him so much attention and praises. She only notice him when she reject girls and then that&#39;s it. His interest seems to level up when he realize that Misaki is not the type who depends on anyone but rather take all the problems to herself which I guess Usui finds interesting. After he found out that the Student Council President is working as a maid, knows the reason behind it and why she have to lie about her part time job, that’s when he start to keeps on observing her, figuring her out and looking out for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Usui is a very great observer, he knows that Misaki is not the type who accept direct help so as much as possible with all the help he could offer, he make it to the point that it will look like some accidental help or just a passerby who happens to be on the site. He even know what she’s up to and what she&#39;s about to do. His observation upon her has taken to a different level as the story progress, he began to feel possessive, jealousy and very protective towards Misaki in which he admit. It is also shown that he is in fact knowledgeable about almost everything – a prodigy. Other than jealousy, possessiveness etc., Usui is also very thoughtful of Misaki to the point of kissing another guy and enduring Misaki being so dense (after his sudden confession) just to not make her feel confused and out of focus. He is also an attention seeker towards Misaki that he’ll annoy her to death just to have her attention only for himself. Despite noticing that his own world actually revolve around Misaki to the point I actually think he has no friend – which I think is true – and despite being a snob, he is actually good at getting along with Misaki’s co-worker, friends and family (not the kind that he’ll actually treat them as friends but the kind that he’ll take notice, nod and a good communicator). He also give Misaki&#39;s advice on how to treat the boys fairly since Misaki is always in favor of girls.&lt;/div&gt;
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One of the traits I like about Usui is his respect towards Misaki and her competitiveness. He takes her challenge head on, not to prove himself but to show respect on her as an individual and as the only woman who can keep up on him. I like how he support Misaki on almost everything (he just can’t say no towards Misaki) and how he showed that he opposed in his own way.&lt;/div&gt;
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For me, I think Usui is a type of boyfriend who wouldn’t make you feel suffocated as long as no boys would go take a move towards her girl. He’ll let you do what you needs to do, give you advices, enough space and support you on almost everything. So overall Usui Takumi is one hell of a guy that most girls would wish to be their boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;Ha-ha! &lt;/i&gt;But sorry girls, Usui is mi–errr I mean Misaki&#39;s Usui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mom’s Birthday Celebration for her 54th birthday is not an extravagant one. We had plans a week before her birthday but not all went well according to plan. Who would expect such happenings a day before her birthday right? It was a family matter and not one I should share with. So yeah going back, we still manage to celebrate her birthday. A simple night out dinner at Ramen Nagi in Mall of Asia because that’s her birthday wish and she actually want to try ramen because of Maine Mendoza – my mom’s a big fan. We ordered Butao King or King Butao? I couldn’t remember the exact name but it has something to do with butao. They served a big bowl of it and mom ordered Japanese rice too and another menu with pork on top but it’s a rice meal (I’m not good at remembering names). The ramen was delicious, the pork was so tender and yummy and the noodles – the noodles are cooked in a well done manner. I enjoyed the Ramen that I finished first even though they served me last. Ha-ha! I also ate the one with pork toppings (I still couldn’t remember the name) and I like it but I just ate one spoon of it since mom only ordered one and I only ask for a taste &lt;i&gt;*sniff*&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;After that we decided to shop and walk just to digest our food because we’re so full! Then ordered a half dozen (take out) at J.CO – mom loves the doughnut there. Alcapone is their best seller but I like the one with chocolate crunch toppings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To my mom:&lt;/b&gt; I know you didn’t enjoy your birthday since you didn’t have the chance to visit the chuch and thank God for another blessed year you had but still Happy Birthday and I know God knows the reason why. So my message &lt;i&gt;uhm&lt;/i&gt;, thank you for everything. I always say this to you and will repeat it again: You, guiding me is what makes me who I am today. I am not me without you being there so thank you mama! I will always keep in mind all the sacrifices you made for us. You are my main motivations to strive harder in life, to give you a better life you deserve. I love you always.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/moms-birthday-celebration.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp-UyJ9yTZBZE8oh1whCr9gYlaB3pXXvRFPsFgVoa8TzPeWVlodDskMMYRS0_GzstmT9ZaXA8WwknG4fenGKnM3xlhLaYeC3PPB26qw_ZQvILMdkShJ67Zp_abAvWigaGVCr_HOfQ-SFgG/s72-c/ramen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-7342788424778748758</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Aug 2017 10:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-28T21:18:39.868+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kdrama Review</category><title>Bride of the Water God [Review]</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXMjE0kgiLRgYYTH-egssa_YnQfp8120KpomnUdUxcWZvRufWNYjTV9TuCSHEFDBKZGdbE2lDfTN8KY4KPdW5fy8fLTgW-_hJyisx1SzX6pf8zasTqy8wgwdfRw1OS8zYHznBAzlF37Jm/s1600/bride-of-the-water-god-korean-drama.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;360&quot; data-original-width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;111&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXMjE0kgiLRgYYTH-egssa_YnQfp8120KpomnUdUxcWZvRufWNYjTV9TuCSHEFDBKZGdbE2lDfTN8KY4KPdW5fy8fLTgW-_hJyisx1SzX6pf8zasTqy8wgwdfRw1OS8zYHznBAzlF37Jm/s200/bride-of-the-water-god-korean-drama.png&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genres: &lt;/b&gt;Comedy, Fantasy, Manga, Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Date aired: &lt;/b&gt;Jul 3, 2017 to Aug 22, 2017&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Status: &lt;/b&gt;Completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No. of Episodes: &lt;/b&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Online Stream: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://kissasian.ch/Drama/The-Bride-of-Habaek&quot;&gt;Bride of the Water God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Summary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Villagers suffer through a prolonged drought. The god of water Ha Baek can allow the rain if a young woman is sacrificed to him as his bride. For the villagers, So Ah decides to become Ha Baek&#39;s bride. She finally meets Ha Baek, but he is totally different from what she expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Okay, so I finish the whole series and that last part made me cry. T.T not because of their love story but because of the undying connection of the parent’s to their children. The part when Yoon So-Ah (Shin Se-Kyung) found out that she was save because ……………….If you haven’t watch it then you should &lt;i&gt;*cries a lot*.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Enough of my crying moment. The whole series was good. I rate it good because it lacks of something. Bride of the Water God has a lots of potentials but apparently I guess they cut the budget for the series since I heard it’s not a big hit in Korea &lt;i&gt;(why? Their acting was superb!)&lt;/i&gt;. Also the special effect on the water scene and the underwater scene? What happen? It looks too obvious and why don’t they have lots of godly power effects and action? I was getting so hyped seeing the water dragon on the first few episode and then that’s it? They started an amazing production and then plop at the end. No consistency – one thing they lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So Ah - Habaek - Hoo-Ye - Moo-ra - Bi Ryum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With regards to the actors and actresses &lt;i&gt;(I promised not to be bias on this one)&lt;/i&gt; Nam Joo Hyuk portraying Ha Baek suits him though I feel the awkwardness on his chemistry with Shin Se-Kyung, tbh they don’t have that kind of chemistry that will make you feel &lt;i&gt;kilig&lt;/i&gt;. Shin Se-Kyung is a good actress though I haven’t watch any of her series before botwg. Her acting skills on the finale sums it up but like I said I don’t feel the chemistry between the two leading stars. Regarding the second lead star &lt;i&gt;(and I must say I might have a second star lead syndrome again!)&lt;/i&gt; Gong Myung and Krystal Jung got superb rates for me for their acting skills and they look cute together! I love how Gond Myung portray Bi-Ryum from playful to serious gods when playtime is over. Lols. And Krystal Jung, such a beauty and sophistication. Her role fits on her so well &lt;i&gt;(I like her role the most tbh)&lt;/i&gt;. Lastly Lim Ju-hwan. He is one of the most superb actor here. His acting skills on portraying his role as a &lt;i&gt;halfie &lt;/i&gt;– half human, half god – was superb! And he almost trick me there, I thought he’s the evil one! Overall the rest of the star did an amazing job portraying their role so kudos for that. *yay*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Regarding the story line. I don’t understand why they call it Bride of the Water God when Yoon So-Ah was not a bride at all but a servant? I have read the manhwa and I thought this series was like the reincarnation of Ha Baek and So-Ah in the modern world wherein Ha Baek lost his memory and later on will remember Yoon So-Ah from the past. So I was kinda disappointed to know that it has NO connection on the manhwa at all and that it just had the plot or maybe the character’s name &lt;i&gt;(since like I said, I didn’t find the connection in the manga)&lt;/i&gt;. I also notice that the phase on this series is so fast like Ha Baek falls in love with So-Ah in the 4th episode. In the ending, I think its rush but they done it so well so it doesn’t look so rush at all. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Overall, Bride of the Water God is a good series to watch. It just looks boring because the leading stars has no chemistry so we were like watching a series with no feels – except for the finale &lt;i&gt;(I cried a bucket there T.T)&lt;/i&gt;. And if you read the manhwa version of this, you should not put your hopes up, this is so different from the manga so don’t expect. So if you’re into Romance-Fantasy with slight heavy drama Korean Series and a BIG FAN of Nam Joo Hyuk this one suits you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/bride-of-water-god-review.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXMjE0kgiLRgYYTH-egssa_YnQfp8120KpomnUdUxcWZvRufWNYjTV9TuCSHEFDBKZGdbE2lDfTN8KY4KPdW5fy8fLTgW-_hJyisx1SzX6pf8zasTqy8wgwdfRw1OS8zYHznBAzlF37Jm/s72-c/bride-of-the-water-god-korean-drama.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-8998282595508565210</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2017 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:04:00.610+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lei</category><title>Having a Busy Weekend? (Lei&#39;s Update)</title><description>Yep that was me few days ago. I was polishing my blog and studying some codes from scratch and viola&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;*drum roll*&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I made it!&lt;br /&gt;
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So what else to do Lei? I have lots of reading and watching to do so I could create a reviews. I actually watch Bride of the Water God today but I couldn&#39;t create a review from just one episode, well, I think - actually I can, I just don&#39;t want to start k-drama review of BOTWG on episode 15 because that would seem incomplete. Maybe I&#39;ll do a review about it when the whole series is done. Meanwhile here&#39;s what I look like today.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not a total sight to look at, good thing my glasses hide my eyebags well. I don&#39;t even have the time to fix my hair.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how was it for you? How did you spend your weekend? I hope you spend it more productively or entertaining somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for some books to read Lei, your 6 books behind as per your &lt;i&gt;goodreads&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Laters!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/having-busy-weekend-leis-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJosuebm2qBmACPfDEWLjhlRdabWTvdgwt8llbxyKiZhcjlrUtC6i77DDYo-c1nBkXucWksRyB1GVFBnn3DbSkndaT350Ow1dROsxfd6Lmlk_WwMixEhUays1IsjT5yYaGO-s9pxo2blmK/s72-c/21040539_2074450379247138_1903094262_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-5516154731924594094</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:03:47.025+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kdrama</category><title>If There&#39;s A Word Stronger Than Love</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOsfdQN_9DW-RBGb6rNg1tLazEINqs-d_f0kcmJEk0m4GLkUUIH41GzYraQ1zPng5Pq0vjEWvbl4kueCcAuRAf3iarnYeyTXhhCybMaPuo0DBqD-Q0pREks3jCgeZo4uybiBBLLQwF-Tz/s1600/1119697v_1707050811_1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;214&quot; data-original-width=&quot;380&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOsfdQN_9DW-RBGb6rNg1tLazEINqs-d_f0kcmJEk0m4GLkUUIH41GzYraQ1zPng5Pq0vjEWvbl4kueCcAuRAf3iarnYeyTXhhCybMaPuo0DBqD-Q0pREks3jCgeZo4uybiBBLLQwF-Tz/s320/1119697v_1707050811_1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did we
meet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;One day, a butterfly flew like a petal and made a small flutter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did
we meet and end up here?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The corner of the street where we exchanged our love
in spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a sudden miracle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;We slowly held hands as we walked down the
street together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dandelions beneath the telephone pole swayed brightly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;How
did we manage to walk past all those times together?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Were we able to reach love
because we walked past such lovable moments?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I came to believe that there’s no
such thing as coincidence in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;In order to make two people fall in love
with each other,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe the universe calculates even the smallest of
happenings&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;including the wing stroke of a butterfly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;An inevitable miracle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I
didn’t want to think that we met by a mere coincidence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background: white; color: #191919;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;So the only thing I can
do is to do my best to love you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;At the moment, I am passing through your love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #191919; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;From the Korean Drama &quot;Bride of the Water God&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/if-theres-word-stronger-than-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBOsfdQN_9DW-RBGb6rNg1tLazEINqs-d_f0kcmJEk0m4GLkUUIH41GzYraQ1zPng5Pq0vjEWvbl4kueCcAuRAf3iarnYeyTXhhCybMaPuo0DBqD-Q0pREks3jCgeZo4uybiBBLLQwF-Tz/s72-c/1119697v_1707050811_1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-406194310778210585</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:03:24.402+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>How To Love An Alpha Girl‬</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪An alpha female is strong as hell. She has a great group of
friends, has self confidence, knows what she wants and goes after it with no
hesitation. She is fierce and doesn’t want to be tamed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Don’t try to change her. Don’t try to turn her into
something she is not. She was not made to sink and to bend. She was made to
swim and fly. She was made to shine so brightly. So don’t even attempt to dim
her blinding light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Know that she does not need you. She does not need you to
be happy or to feel fulfilled. But she loves you. She wants you. She chose you.
And trust me, she had a lot of options.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪So love her back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrM-sjgIas-si7NRASu3fQ5155MB0LIcOVGXox1cbWjPaqXc0R3Fo7_RiUEaPRFIHgHTlKXx-M6bB-esFd9C_zfiFLUb9LethMfhBkh246QceS3bMllCPSrD8eta-Ra_L6oZzvb7EgCDT/s1600/kwms_ep19_unbutton.bmp.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;713&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1265&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrM-sjgIas-si7NRASu3fQ5155MB0LIcOVGXox1cbWjPaqXc0R3Fo7_RiUEaPRFIHgHTlKXx-M6bB-esFd9C_zfiFLUb9LethMfhBkh246QceS3bMllCPSrD8eta-Ra_L6oZzvb7EgCDT/s320/kwms_ep19_unbutton.bmp.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Show up for her when you can tell that she needs you but
won’t necessarily tell you. Show up when she is silent at night and you know
something is bothering her. She is not made of steel even though she thinks she
is. She is going to break sometimes. She is going to tear. She is going to
crash.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Don’t you dare give up on her when she gives up on herself.
Don’t turn your back on her. Yes, she doesn’t need you. But she will want you
to be there. She will want you to show her that you give a damn. She will want
you to show her that you won’t go anywhere. That you actually live up to your
promises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Don’t act like she’s your possession or prize. She is a
human being. Treat her like one.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Know that she is a go getter. Know that she is a strong
woman. She is resilient. She isn’t with you for fun, or for a fling. She is
with you for the real deal. She is with you because she sees something good in
you. She is with you because she sees a future. Because you are someone
special. And she deserves something special. She deserves someone special.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪She won’t take shit from you. She won’t take your crap,
your games, or your nonsense. She is not going to put up with that. She knows
her worth. She knows her heart and her soul and she knows that she deserves
someone who can give her the world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Be honest with her. Tell her how you feel. Don’t beat round
the bush. Don’t hide from your feelings and from what your heart is telling
you. Be a good man. Be a decent man and be a better man for her and for her
future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪If you feel your feelings are fading don’t stick around. If
you feel like your heart is slowly distancing itself from hers, leave. Don’t
wait. Don’t lie to her. She is strong enough to handle your leaving. She is
strong enough to handle your wreckage.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪Oh and if you break her heart? She won’t ever take you back
again. She won’t ever look at you in the same light. She won’t ever smile at
you in the same way again. But she will move on. She will persevere. It’s what
she’s good at. Surviving and growing and blooming.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;‪She will survive without your love. Believe me, she will do
more than just survive. She will do so much more. Without you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Lauren Jarvis-Gibson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/how-to-love-alpha-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrM-sjgIas-si7NRASu3fQ5155MB0LIcOVGXox1cbWjPaqXc0R3Fo7_RiUEaPRFIHgHTlKXx-M6bB-esFd9C_zfiFLUb9LethMfhBkh246QceS3bMllCPSrD8eta-Ra_L6oZzvb7EgCDT/s72-c/kwms_ep19_unbutton.bmp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-3035139091771941652</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:03:11.884+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>The Truth About How To Fall Back In Love With Your Life</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It starts with pain. A lot of pain. You have to fall out of
love in order to fall back in it, unfortunately. Maybe it was a person, maybe
it was a job, maybe it’s just yourself that you have forgotten how to love.
Either way, these are the hardest of days to cope with. You’ll wake up and try
to chant some mantra to yourself to get out of bed like “There’s nothing I
can’t do.” Instead, you’ll get stuck on those first two words like a torturous
internal loop until you cocoon yourself back into the covers and say you’ll try
again later.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll watch your old favorite movie, or read your old
favorite book, or listen to your old favorite song. It’ll be the same but the
pieces of life that happened in between the last time you watched/read/listened
will make the experience completely different. You’ll marvel at how some things
stay the same while others don’t and an ounce of clarity will seep into your
mind that these things you are feeling now will not last forever. Maybe you’ll
text an old friend you haven’t seen in a while and remember when your days were
consumed by this friendship and closeness. You’ll appreciate the fact that you
can stay in touch so easily with so many wonderful people and you might find no
matter how lonely you feel, you really are not alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1LZ0DUTFl5paI9TFOj2KgfVMAOmugUOzVTSd63sxNqDtNu4g2skaqCx5tZJGudbZ88DbBFg7Y4dsB9EVEqOcJfHXHPp8-l1vhHIrpYaaQKd4zuUSnGtZ9MJyf0kpMyuAmqC5ElJudzUP/s1600/840687841b77550ded51b1f32935fac9--manga-anime-girl-manga-art.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;380&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;242&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1LZ0DUTFl5paI9TFOj2KgfVMAOmugUOzVTSd63sxNqDtNu4g2skaqCx5tZJGudbZ88DbBFg7Y4dsB9EVEqOcJfHXHPp8-l1vhHIrpYaaQKd4zuUSnGtZ9MJyf0kpMyuAmqC5ElJudzUP/s320/840687841b77550ded51b1f32935fac9--manga-anime-girl-manga-art.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll spend some time with your best friends and notice how
beautiful they are when they’re laughing. You’ll realize how alive they make
you feel when you’re happy and how gentle they are when you’re sad and you’ll
just thank whatever higher power might exist that brought you together because
you honestly cannot imagine going through life without them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You might do something for someone else and catch the
smallest glimpse of the amount of work, effort, patience, and understanding
your parents/guardians must have gone through to raise you. You’ll realize
there has been so much done for you that you don’t even realize or remember and
it might make you think twice before deciding this life isn’t really worth
living.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll go outside, not because you have to, because you want
to. You’ll see how much bigger this world is than you and your problems. You’ll
listen to someone else’s problems and admire their strength. You’ll get
inspired to dig deep and find your own strength.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;One day, things will have supposed to hurt, but miraculously
they won’t. Someone will pay you a compliment and for once you’ll focus on that
instead of the criticism. You will meet new amazing people and realize that
they too will only be here for a certain amount of time. You’ll stop trying to
control your life and its path and just be present in the moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll watch your old favorite movie, or read your old
favorite book, or listen to your old favorite song. It’ll be just like the
first time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Erin Cinney&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/the-truth-about-how-to-fall-back-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1LZ0DUTFl5paI9TFOj2KgfVMAOmugUOzVTSd63sxNqDtNu4g2skaqCx5tZJGudbZ88DbBFg7Y4dsB9EVEqOcJfHXHPp8-l1vhHIrpYaaQKd4zuUSnGtZ9MJyf0kpMyuAmqC5ElJudzUP/s72-c/840687841b77550ded51b1f32935fac9--manga-anime-girl-manga-art.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-8734205290592407429</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:02:58.599+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>You Weren’t Born For An Ordinary Life</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You weren’t born to do things in a cookie-cutter manner, you
weren’t born to conform to routine and go through the motions – you were born
for so much more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You were born for magic and leaving an impact. You were born
to make a difference in people’s lives and achieve your big dreams. You were
born to be brilliant, not ordinary, so please don’t give up just yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRuceY5ryIDHY0Ef-pVBrkpE1e7EKUl66E2IcS79wYS1Wmx2cDlEzLU3S6ahXu5av3sxCDUZafBcqMq-FJKjN6WV8SVWeyfsChyphenhyphen-41AreIW6Y9hfMYtpZ5egefSA2zGmtc9ywr4_2O5IQ/s1600/aaf2cf4e9729741aabbd18fa1203de3a--watercolor-girl-tall-girls.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;960&quot; data-original-width=&quot;644&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRuceY5ryIDHY0Ef-pVBrkpE1e7EKUl66E2IcS79wYS1Wmx2cDlEzLU3S6ahXu5av3sxCDUZafBcqMq-FJKjN6WV8SVWeyfsChyphenhyphen-41AreIW6Y9hfMYtpZ5egefSA2zGmtc9ywr4_2O5IQ/s320/aaf2cf4e9729741aabbd18fa1203de3a--watercolor-girl-tall-girls.jpg&quot; width=&quot;214&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It’s time to stop doing what you think you’re supposed to be
doing and start doing the things that make you giddy, the things that make your
stomach feel like a million exclamation marks are exploding. Start doing things
that challenge you and make you want to be a better person. Start investing in
yourself and start creating your dreams, instead of slaving away over someone
else’s.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are capable of so much and you should never settle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t settle for love, or relationships, or in a career –
your time is too valuable for you to waste it being miserable. There are too
many paths and roads to take to stay on one that isn’t making you feel alive
and in love with everything around you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t settle for someone who doesn’t respect you or treat
you like a priority. Don’t get hung up on people whose attention you have to
fight for. Don’t be the one giving your all to a relationship that would
immediately collapse without your maintenance. Don’t lose your dreams and your
spirit to a career that barely allows you to live the life you’ve always
dreamed of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There are millions of paths in this life and each person
walks a different one. Everyone one of us has a different story, a different
background, and a different dream – no two are exactly the same and that’s what
makes us so unique.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You weren’t born for ordinary, you weren’t born to follow
the crowd and succumb to routine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Routine is what kills people while they’re still alive, it’s
what makes people lose interest and stops people from chasing their dreams.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t let yourself settle or become comfortable. Don’t allow
yourself to ease into the comfort zone because that’s where dreams go to die.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are brilliant and wonderful, and capable of so much but
it’s easy to get lost in this world when you don’t know where you’re going.
It’s easy to fall into a routine, it’s easy to just stay because it’s what
you’ve become used to, and it’s easy to forget all the greatness you have
inside of you when you’re used to doing the same work over and over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Getting out of the routine you’re in is hard but it’s worth
it because you weren’t born for ordinary – you were born for so much more.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Break out of your routine, make changes, quit anything that
doesn’t make your cells dance and pursue what will. Ditch the unfulfilling
relationships, cut the toxic people out, ask for what you want and never feel
bad for chasing your dreams. You are capable of so much more than you give
yourself credit for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There’s an entire world out there waiting for you to leave
your mark, it’s time to stop settling and go after it. I believe in you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Becca Martin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/you-werent-born-for-ordinary-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisRuceY5ryIDHY0Ef-pVBrkpE1e7EKUl66E2IcS79wYS1Wmx2cDlEzLU3S6ahXu5av3sxCDUZafBcqMq-FJKjN6WV8SVWeyfsChyphenhyphen-41AreIW6Y9hfMYtpZ5egefSA2zGmtc9ywr4_2O5IQ/s72-c/aaf2cf4e9729741aabbd18fa1203de3a--watercolor-girl-tall-girls.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-7909087413965636092</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:02:40.339+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>To The Friends Who Will Always Be More Than Family</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To the ones who know all our secrets. The secrets we’re
ashamed of, the secrets we couldn’t tell anyone else, the secrets that hold our
deepest insecurities, fears and weaknesses. To the ones who know all of our
secrets and protect them like their own. To the ones who know everything we’re
ashamed of but still think we’re incredible. To the ones who taught us that
it’s okay to be ourselves and still feel loved, appreciated and accepted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWD8UQjIntIb1bh32houNUM0GphrrBjTzqTXPhfQnRubJcy0dnmNagJ5ZRb9P1uI2_1ZrecgBRNV5F9K2iSe5jscqbQ3UND6NrIAUzlpDkqN48aXhDSk3daNigg6V8Pfhl94-DstS9ce/s1600/sword_art_psvita_wallpaper_by_veganzombie97-d5petye.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;510&quot; data-original-width=&quot;900&quot; height=&quot;181&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWD8UQjIntIb1bh32houNUM0GphrrBjTzqTXPhfQnRubJcy0dnmNagJ5ZRb9P1uI2_1ZrecgBRNV5F9K2iSe5jscqbQ3UND6NrIAUzlpDkqN48aXhDSk3daNigg6V8Pfhl94-DstS9ce/s320/sword_art_psvita_wallpaper_by_veganzombie97-d5petye.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You will always be more than family. You will always be the
source of our happiness and the source of our healing. You will always be the
glue that held us together when we were falling apart. You will always be our
angels that once saved us from ourselves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To the friends that gave us the home we never had. They gave
us comfort, they gave us security and they gave us love. They gave us a feeling
we never felt before in our own homes. They made us feel like we belong. They
made us feel like we’re important. They made us feel like we matter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To the friends that gave us memories all over the world.
They helped us plan the trip of our dreams. They helped us get our dream job.
They helped us achieve a goal. They supported us when we had nothing. They
believed in us before the world knew who we are. They gave the confidence we
failed to give ourselves to pursue whatever we desired. They gave us the life
we always dreamed of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You will always be the ones who truly gave us a life worth
living. A life worth remembering. A life filled with moments no one else was
able to recreate. Magical moments we never thought we’d live and moments that
took all the pain and worries away. Moments that made us forget that we were
hurting or broken or suffering. Moments that made us hold on to life because
you are in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Our families bring us to life but our friends are the ones
who truly make us live it, appreciate it, fight for it and cherish it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To the friends who gave us the family we never had. Thank
you for all that you’ve done to make us feel accepted. Thank you for giving us
a home. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for filling our hearts with joy and
exhilaration every time we’re broken.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you for constantly reminding us that you’re not going
anywhere. That you’ll always stay with us. That you’ll always stick around even
when our own families give up on us. Thank you for being everything we hoped
for and more. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Rania Naim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/to-friends-who-will-always-be-more-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEIWD8UQjIntIb1bh32houNUM0GphrrBjTzqTXPhfQnRubJcy0dnmNagJ5ZRb9P1uI2_1ZrecgBRNV5F9K2iSe5jscqbQ3UND6NrIAUzlpDkqN48aXhDSk3daNigg6V8Pfhl94-DstS9ce/s72-c/sword_art_psvita_wallpaper_by_veganzombie97-d5petye.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-3002792810639795079</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Aug 2017 03:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:02:13.884+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>This is Why You Should Fall in Love with The Girl Who Overthinks</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Fall in love with the girl who overthinks, because she has a
huge heart. The last thing she ever wants to do is upset you. That’s why she’ll
replay conversations in her head again and again — because she’s worried that
she said something wrong, that she accidentally upset you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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her mouth, she means it. And she will try hard to make it up to you. She’s not
the type to make excuses. She admits when she’s wrong and takes action to
prevent it from happening again in the future.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She is a giver and she would hate herself for hurting you.
She only wants to bring you smiles and happiness and laughter. Nothing less.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Fall in love with the girl who overthinks, because she will
send the most adorable texts. It might take her a few tries to get her words
write, but once she does, you’ll be complimenting her sweetness. You’ll be
screenshotting the conversation to save forever, to look at when you’re feeling
low.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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have the most captivating, stimulating conversations with you. She will analyze
a scene from a book or a television show for hours. She will make the deepest
observations about anything and everything. She will constantly surprise you by
how intelligent she is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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charge. She doesn’t sit around and wait for someone else to help her. She has
an intricate, creative mind and puts it to use.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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life. She will take you on romantic trips and spoil you with surprises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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or finding directions, because she will have everything figured out ahead of
time, down to the tiniest detail. Meanwhile, you can just sit back and enjoy
your time with her. You can take in the experience and be stress-free.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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always look out for you. She picks up on the smallest details, which means
she’ll notice if your boss is getting annoyed by you or if your mother is
hinting at a specific birthday gift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And when it comes time to buying you a gift, she will always
pick out the perfect one, because she’ll remember if you stared at a certain
watch for a little too long or commented on your friend’s new gaming system.
You’ll feel like she can read your mind, because she always knows what you
want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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consider your feelings and act accordingly. She never makes a decision without
really thinking it through, and if you’re dating her that means she’ll make
sure it’s the best decision for the both of you. She won’t act selfish.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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attention to every little thing. That means she has observed your best traits
and your worst traits. So if she is with you, she must really love you. She
must have decided the good outweighs the bad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She must be serious about spending forever alongside you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Holly Riordan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/08/this-is-why-you-should-fall-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6GK_JXqExElHZw9geVvl-xkNaTFzvIoveaWr6ocwX_1pYCs7DySlTB_MEAxG1HApZJ8S8CB6D4HvxL0V3IvV45BEfp4q8Rcii0ELplgwvyOfIIeb_6B8lZWKQnNlJtGcmCrV0xmZ0ThR7/s72-c/cf2e4049e6d256d94ebc46f7469cd58f.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-3646627248912128645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2017 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:01:53.017+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>Why Your Second Love is Better than Your First Love</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In today’s society, there is so much emphasis on a person’s
first love. There is almost a societal obsession with the idea of falling in
love for the first time. In the movies, girl meets boy, they fall in love, and
they live happily ever after. In stories like The Fault in Our Stars, and dare
I mention, The Notebook, all we see is the characters falling madly in love
with each other. The idea that your first love is supposed to be your only—and
more importantly—your best love, is absolutely wrong. Your first love may be,
well, your first, but there is something to be said about being in love the
second time around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wCaljTiJS4vXkwsxhXzv3SeQ8Urb40as2lmBUagbx9ztIftoQsPcAqLExgolL2JLaTIah8N1-u1m6yL8VeFMwTSalwgV70GkOeyneJfQ41hyphenhyphenxmMKwaD-QQJGSqpThnpzDmQQyzX0Cwam/s1600/post5.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;295&quot; data-original-width=&quot;236&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wCaljTiJS4vXkwsxhXzv3SeQ8Urb40as2lmBUagbx9ztIftoQsPcAqLExgolL2JLaTIah8N1-u1m6yL8VeFMwTSalwgV70GkOeyneJfQ41hyphenhyphenxmMKwaD-QQJGSqpThnpzDmQQyzX0Cwam/s1600/post5.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Let me start this off with a disclaimer; if you are still
with your first love, that is so great. Clearly you two are meant to be and all
the best wishes for you both! However, many people cannot say the same thing.
In most cases, your first love comes, and then it goes. It is rare nowadays for
a person’s first relationship to be their only and last. Your first love is
almost never your last.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have to admit, there are legitimate reasons why everyone
seems to be obsessed with the idea of first love. Remember that junior high
crush you thought you would just about die over? Yeah, scratch that. Your first
love steals your breath, knocks you off balance, turns your whole world
topsy-turvy and you swear on your life that you will never feel that way again.
When you fall in love for the first time, it is unlike any feeling in the
world. Everything you experience is almost indescribable and everything is
brand new. Your first love very literally sweeps you off your feet and you fall
for each other in every sense of the term. All of your free time is spent with
them and when you’re not physically with them, you can bet that you are
thinking of them. Your first love is crazy, mad, passionate, and you have never
felt more alive. Any remembrance of how your life was before them vanishes and
you know you don’t want your life without them in it. Your first love doesn’t necessarily
have to be your first relationship, either. You can go through several
relationships and think that they are your first love, but when you truly fall
in love for the first time, you just know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When your first love ends, the pain is just as indescribable
as the initial feelings in the relationship was. No matter how it ended,
whether nasty or amicable, it hurts badly. What hurts the most though, is that
you can’t wrap your head around ever feeling that way—ever again. How could
you, when you were swept so quickly off your feet, when you exchanged goodnight
kisses, had cute and clever nicknames for each other based on food, and fell
asleep on Skype together? When your first love ends you cannot possibly believe
that anyone or anything could make you feel that way again. After all, it is
your first love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Yes, it may have been your first love, but now you know it
isn’t going to be your last. It ended for a reason and no matter what that
reason was, it is important to remember that you two simply are not meant to
be. Once you come to that realization on your own, you will find yourself in a
healthier frame of mind. But still, that fear of never finding someone who will
ever make you feel that way again nags at your mind. Let me tell you though,
sometimes the ending of your first love—no matter how beautiful your first love
was—can be the best thing that ever happened to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;It is time to give some credit to the second love. Your
second love is better than your first love for so many reasons. Think of your
first love like the first time on a roller coaster ride. All of the twists,
turns, loop-de-loops, plummets, and uphill climbs take you by surprise. While
all of that is exhilarating and exciting, you cannot deny that it is scary. How
do you know what comes next? In the roller coaster ride that is love, you never
know what to expect. All of the madness, the craziness, the feelings that feel
too much like obsession after a while—it’s scary. Don’t forget the pain of the
first real loss of love, either. That can be compared to being sawed in half.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Your second love is still a ride on the roller coaster, but
you know what’s coming. You can anticipate that next drop, the next twist, the
next climb. Your second love allows you to feel calmer while still enjoying the
wild rush that comes with being in love with someone. You can swear that you’ll
never love again all you want, but your second love will have a funny way of
changing that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The destruction of your first love will leave you a changed
person and no matter how bitter you may feel, you will be a better person for
it. The bitterness will ebb when love finds you again because you will learn to
appreciate all that your first love taught you. With your first love, maybe you
used to throw a hissy fit whenever they didn’t text back right away or if—God
forbid—they didn’t want to watch the movie you wanted to watch. When the second
love comes around, you will suddenly realize just how childish that was. You
will learn to learn from your first love—and your second love teaches you all
of that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;With your second love comes more rationality. You are wiser,
older, better. You are more aware of who you are as a person and you know more
of what you want in a relationship. Maybe now you want someone who is more
motivated or someone who will encourage you to be the best version of yourself.
Your second love may do things that your first love never did and you just may
find how much you like it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Being in love again is not boring. If anything, it is
calmer. Maybe, just maybe, you realize you can feel everything again. And
maybe, this time around, it will be on a deeper level. Your first love is a toe
in the water. Your second love is a full body plunge into the water. Let
yourself fall in love again, and be amazed at how much love you still have to
give. Love is better the second time around.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Megan Salavantis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/07/why-your-second-love-is-better-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4wCaljTiJS4vXkwsxhXzv3SeQ8Urb40as2lmBUagbx9ztIftoQsPcAqLExgolL2JLaTIah8N1-u1m6yL8VeFMwTSalwgV70GkOeyneJfQ41hyphenhyphenxmMKwaD-QQJGSqpThnpzDmQQyzX0Cwam/s72-c/post5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-3500223297127309171</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2017 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:01:28.414+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lei</category><title>MUST READ: Author&#39;s Note</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Hi! Welcome to my blog!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here
are some of a few introduction for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;A good news for you fellow bookworm! I have an E-book library
store for you. You can check in the E-book tab and in case your book is not
there you can always put a request at the forum which I will explain next.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Help Forum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Here, you can create a certain topic you would like to discuss,
comment to my blog&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(if there&#39;s any)&lt;/i&gt;, anime suggestions&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(manga,
series, movies etc)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and an e-book request which will show in my
library once uploaded&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(don&#39;t worry I&#39;ll comment on your queries in the
forum)&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Any form of request&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;(e-book, codes, link etc)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will
only be entertained here&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You can e-mail me through my contact
forum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Any letter and form of advertisement will be entertained here&lt;/b&gt;.
I&#39;ll try as much as possible to get back on you for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Sitemap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDsZitLCYkWfV_HEIs2J4yTK2HE52Ofpe5ZaouxD9lkTarx6d6R63ueHx51d5rrIMKwmCePw3BzRTvsgWMzUGLPpZGuBwOMP8Wdic0nDRHhPhDxqjqPqmPHipm-46zuqynkPITpXjft49/s1600/a65a341e3fec7a52077708f118e01ce1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1132&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDsZitLCYkWfV_HEIs2J4yTK2HE52Ofpe5ZaouxD9lkTarx6d6R63ueHx51d5rrIMKwmCePw3BzRTvsgWMzUGLPpZGuBwOMP8Wdic0nDRHhPhDxqjqPqmPHipm-46zuqynkPITpXjft49/s200/a65a341e3fec7a52077708f118e01ce1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;141&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Just a table of content for all the post I have here in my blog.
you can check on it if you want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;If you like anything on here, feel free to share it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I guess that&#39;s all. Thank you for visiting and enjoy! Don&#39;t forget
to subscribe, follow and share!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Lei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/07/must-read-authors-note.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPDsZitLCYkWfV_HEIs2J4yTK2HE52Ofpe5ZaouxD9lkTarx6d6R63ueHx51d5rrIMKwmCePw3BzRTvsgWMzUGLPpZGuBwOMP8Wdic0nDRHhPhDxqjqPqmPHipm-46zuqynkPITpXjft49/s72-c/a65a341e3fec7a52077708f118e01ce1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-2148736322813682447</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2017 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:01:11.344+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>I Don’t Know Why I’m Always Sad</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have this problem where I get sad when I have no reason to
be. Someone will say the wrong word and it’s like they pulled the trigger of a
loaded gun and I start spiraling out into this deep depression I can’t really
explain. It’s like my entire body is imploding in on itself and everyone and
everything feels so, so far away. I wonder if it’s just me or if this is just a
normal part of being a human being.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9xC1xWc1_Fc9iFUJisYEfiXloYKSez2bg-LAl1a12pP9l0QIrk0I94Lo4ZqUQo_j_Jf5XuOSKdFp36wJx7HjqF4lOA5ykSZE94x2Uh_7CiHP-zVMLP4EgC_gJUOJs1Jz7eQRIkGYQaes/s1600/post3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;180&quot; data-original-width=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9xC1xWc1_Fc9iFUJisYEfiXloYKSez2bg-LAl1a12pP9l0QIrk0I94Lo4ZqUQo_j_Jf5XuOSKdFp36wJx7HjqF4lOA5ykSZE94x2Uh_7CiHP-zVMLP4EgC_gJUOJs1Jz7eQRIkGYQaes/s1600/post3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But the thing is, I never seem that way. Sad, I mean. I seem
moody, maybe. Annoyed on a good day, but never sad. The world looks at me as if
I live in in an impenetrable bubble of optimism, as if nothing can destroy my
eternal happiness. Maybe that’s who I want to be, so I pretend that I am her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But some days I’m so sad I bury myself in blankets and stare
at my computer screen for hours. Sometimes I put a movie on. Sometimes the
screen is blank. If someone walks in I quickly make sure it looks like I’m
doing something. “Go away,” I’ll say. “I’m busy.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I told my friend I thought I was depressed and he said,
“What do you have to be sad about? You’re a white girl with so many
opportunities.” And I have to admit he had a point. But that just makes me more
sad. Why can’t I be happy when I have everything in the equation that should
make me feel happy? Then I just keep wondering what went wrong and I can’t think
about anything else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some days I don’t feel much, but sometimes I feel so much
that it bubbles in my gut and climbs up my throat and I want to scream and
scream and scream. But I don’t know what I’d scream at or who to so I swallow
it back until it creates this giant lump in my throat and I worry I’ll
suffocate on it. Sometimes I wish I would.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“You’re just going through a weird phase,” my friend told
me. “You’ll get over it once you’re in a more stable place in life.” But I
don’t know what that looks like. I try to pinpoint a time when things will even
out again but there’s no date on the calendar that says, “Today you’ll be OK.”
No alarm on my phone that says, “It’s time to feel like your entire life is put
together.” I don’t know what I’m waiting for anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Some days it gets so bad that I can’t even see what’s in
front of me and I stumble around blindly all day until I find a place to hide.
I cancel all my plans because “I’m tired, I’m sorry, I didn’t get any sleep.” I
know that everyone is behind the screens of their phones rolling their eyes and
calling me “flaky”, but I don’t care what I am anymore. I can’t make myself
care about anything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Everything works out eventually,” my friend told me. “It
gets better.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But I don’t know what that means. I don’t know what there is
to work out. I can’t fix a problem I can’t identify, I can’t hope for something
I can’t visualize, and I can’t make myself happy when all I know how to be is
sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Callie Byrnes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/07/i-dont-know-why-im-always-sad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9xC1xWc1_Fc9iFUJisYEfiXloYKSez2bg-LAl1a12pP9l0QIrk0I94Lo4ZqUQo_j_Jf5XuOSKdFp36wJx7HjqF4lOA5ykSZE94x2Uh_7CiHP-zVMLP4EgC_gJUOJs1Jz7eQRIkGYQaes/s72-c/post3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-9177141498794835955</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2017 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:00:58.443+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>The Second Time You Fall in Love...</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going
to feel so relieved. When you get your heart broken for the first time, you
can’t imagine loving someone else again or having someone else love you. You
worry about your ex finding love before you do, you worry about being damaged
goods. And then it happens. Someone else loves you and you can sleep well at
night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsje5LZstcKEF0C4OqTXBwfK5JXEaAUmY-RPoejFL3eSv6fbr-jZHRVAUB6V5xTxbiktcCl2BXp7aybCNh1rDbuCG9cc04qjxrnuDXEMu7oeQAFLykxYTzO1oem-fjsIugnMVWEpuUkMz/s1600/post2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;240&quot; data-original-width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsje5LZstcKEF0C4OqTXBwfK5JXEaAUmY-RPoejFL3eSv6fbr-jZHRVAUB6V5xTxbiktcCl2BXp7aybCNh1rDbuCG9cc04qjxrnuDXEMu7oeQAFLykxYTzO1oem-fjsIugnMVWEpuUkMz/s320/post2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, it’s going to
feel different. The first time felt like a dream almost. You were untouched,
untainted by anyone. You accepted love with wide open arms and desperation.
“Love me, love me, love me!” So you did. And then it fell apart and left you
shocked to the core. You realized that people could be cruel and break your
heart. You realized that people could stop meaning the sweet things they said
to you just yesterday. So when you go into it again, you’re going to keep in
mind everything that you’ve learned. You’re going to say, “Love me, love me,
love me…until you don’t. In which case, I would like some advance warning.
Thanks!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going
to compare it to your first love. That’s okay. That’s natural. You’re going to
be studying the new love with judgement and wariness. “My ex never liked
broccoli. Why the hell does this one eat so much broccoli?!” Discovering that
you have the ability to love multiple people who are different and feel
different is initially very jarring. Loving an unfamiliar body will leave you
disoriented and in dire need of a map. That’s okay too. That’s to be expected.
Just ask the new love for directions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, you’re going
to suffer from a bout of amnesia. You’re going to poke and prod at your lover’s
body and be like, “Wait, how do I do this again? How do I love you? I think it
starts with us having a moment together in some coffee shop, right?” It’s going
to feel scary at first. Falling in love is sort of like riding a bike though.
You never really forget.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, you’ll be a
more sane person. Your first love is when you get all of your insanity out. You
behave like an insane monster because your mind is freaking out about all these
new powerful feelings. By the second time, however, you have an idea of what
works and what doesn’t. It’s by no means perfect. The insanity will make a
cameo at some point. “Peek a boo. I’m here! Hope you didn’t forget about me!”
But you can usually shoo it away after awhile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone, you will
hopefully have better sex. Do not quote me on this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time you fall in love with someone will still be
exciting and you might even talk about moving in together or marriage. It will
feel more “adult.” You have no idea what adult love actually is but you think
it involves making coffee for each other in the morning and maybe even getting
a dog. “This is my dog, Xan. I got him with the second person I fell in love
with because that’s what you do! The first person I was in love with would’ve
killed a dog.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The second time will not be as great as the first time. The
first time is an insane magical life gift that you can never reclaim. But
that’s okay. The second time is more real anyway. The second time can involve
some amazing love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Ryan O’Connell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://iamleimorales.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-second-time-you-fall-in-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxsje5LZstcKEF0C4OqTXBwfK5JXEaAUmY-RPoejFL3eSv6fbr-jZHRVAUB6V5xTxbiktcCl2BXp7aybCNh1rDbuCG9cc04qjxrnuDXEMu7oeQAFLykxYTzO1oem-fjsIugnMVWEpuUkMz/s72-c/post2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5670102671841166761.post-572687166972822353</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2017 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-08-25T15:00:40.347+08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Thoughts from Another Writer</category><title>When You Realize That God is Not Done Teaching You Important Lessons</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;As an adult, you think when you reach a certain age that you
already know too much. You’ve gone through enough experiences in life that
taught you so much about love, heartbreak, wisdom, pain, healing and starting
over. You’ve met enough people who taught you how to determine who’s right or
wrong, who’s honest and who’s shady and generally, you feel like you have a
good sense of judgment when it comes to choosing the people you want in your
future and making sensible decisions in your life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJq_rQ639e1rn4zN9HrSziF58RvgtH0Zo6duzJcQnCuh8sZcSC5tgf64UgWeknjHUzGR0sLtjvplNQClvBf-zu0Ez9pSZgqHL5NRawxx232jLyuc55yYjYayGvHmhwWMHkzMHqzF0kVLXn/s1600/post1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;240&quot; data-original-width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJq_rQ639e1rn4zN9HrSziF58RvgtH0Zo6duzJcQnCuh8sZcSC5tgf64UgWeknjHUzGR0sLtjvplNQClvBf-zu0Ez9pSZgqHL5NRawxx232jLyuc55yYjYayGvHmhwWMHkzMHqzF0kVLXn/s320/post1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are aware that life is full of surprises and everything
is unpredictable but for some reason, you have faith that what’s coming is
better than what has passed. You feel like you’ve learned enough to pass the
test and get a good grade, but then something happens that shakes you.
Something you didn’t see coming, something you didn’t expect, something you
thought would never happen to you and that’s the moment you realize that the
lessons are not over, that you’re not prepared for the test and that God is not
done teaching you what you need to learn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You slowly begin to understand that God has denied you
certain prayers or certain wishes because his new lessons are going to change
your mind or maybe your heart. They will make you wish for different things.
They will make you a different person. They will make you thankful that certain
things didn’t work out because they wouldn’t have aligned with who you want to
become.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You begin to trust his timing and his plans, it starts
making sense when you put two and two together. It adds up. You realize that
without these new lessons, you could’ve made a decision that was going to hurt
you or trapped yourself somewhere you don’t belong or with someone who makes
you miserable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You begin to appreciate the pain, the delays, the setbacks
because through them you got to know yourself a little better. They led you to
find yourself and your passion. They pushed you to end things and say goodbye
to people you loved and wanted so you can be who you really want to be. They
pushed you to be in a better place emotionally, mentally or financially.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When God doesn’t give you something you’re praying for right
away, it means he’s not done teaching you what you need to learn. He’ll bring
you changes that will ultimately change you and you’ll look back and understand
why you had to wait. You’ll look back and thank him for not granting you those
wishes right away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll look back and realize that sometimes you wished for
things you were not ready for, things you could’ve easily destroyed if they
were yours. You’ll realize that you still need to learn a few more lessons
before you’re fully ready to embrace and appreciate his gifts and his
blessings.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You’ll realize that you’ll forever be his student and he’ll
always have the final say because you still won’t get all the answers right no
matter who you are or how much you know. You still need his confirmation. You
still need his approval. He’s always going to know better. He’s always going to
prepare you for the hardest tests so you can achieve the greatest score.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by Rania Raim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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