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night"/><category term="through thick and thin challenge"/><category term="time heals"/><category term="tomodachi"/><category term="tot"/><category term="unpredictive death"/><category term="what is a friend"/><title type='text'>ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-8089419713938433642</id><published>2011-02-10T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:10:53.753-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="LEND ME YOUR BRAIN"/><title type='text'>A REQUEST TO A TOP GENIUS AND SCIENTIST IN THE WHOLE WORLD</title><content type='html'>I am just a poor human who has a mere wish ... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gravest request is that you will try to experiment microchips or something9 (what you call miraculous science - made to help humans in his own convenience and life comfort xD) ,that is to inject in some other brain and after he&#39;s done his part of learning what I ask to (for  instance, helping me memorize an entire book or bunch of terminologies , difficult and complicated formulas, ) I&#39;ll take that microchip once done that has the information or learned infos, memorization and critical analysis (for example) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I am capable and am not.Multi- tasking skill may have limits too . You can&#39;t do all things at a time right?  And when emergency and urgent events happen that only require minimum time , my head is aching ... pressure is inevitable. And I hate it because sometimes just thinking them bring earthquake to my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could lend somebody&#39;s brain and let her study , examine , analyze , solve , calculate, whatever ... my work if I have some things too to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untidy morning indeed &gt;.&lt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/8089419713938433642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/request-to-top-genius-and-scientist-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8089419713938433642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8089419713938433642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/request-to-top-genius-and-scientist-in.html' title='A REQUEST TO A TOP GENIUS AND SCIENTIST IN THE WHOLE WORLD'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-5192362091794433980</id><published>2011-02-10T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T03:49:31.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: the balloon and the wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/balloon-and-wind.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: the balloon and the wind&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;fb chatmode ^_^   ahw  im the wind , i can let you fly my light weighted black ballon to where you wanna go. i just blow where direction you...&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/5192362091794433980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ym-drlow-ym-hsart-ym-dekcip-tuoqes_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5192362091794433980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5192362091794433980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ym-drlow-ym-hsart-ym-dekcip-tuoqes_10.html' title='ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: the balloon and the wind'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-6583284075282530861</id><published>2011-02-10T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T03:45:58.302-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bestfriendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="through thick and thin challenge"/><title type='text'>the balloon and the wind</title><content type='html'>fb chatmode ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im the wind , i can let you fly my light weighted black ballon to where you wanna go. i just blow where direction you want to&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahw nka tie ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i see then i will wait till that one who ties you will let u go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nsa n date ron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nka tie sa kamot mo^^&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am also the wind does that mean i am also in cahrge of leeting you go when u want to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,dont blow me away from u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you&#39;re the one to ask me to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balloon cant talk &gt;.&lt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats escaping...&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos u cant tell what if im right &lt;br /&gt;tama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;mali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i am a sinful human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i can hurt you beyond your knwing&lt;br /&gt;how can u handle that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats a surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u had asked me that in the past . and there are so many unexpected things thats worst to happen in the future&#39;&lt;br /&gt;how can u handle that&lt;br /&gt;yeah life is full of surprises indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/6583284075282530861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/balloon-and-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/6583284075282530861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/6583284075282530861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/balloon-and-wind.html' title='the balloon and the wind'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-6474160053273807317</id><published>2011-02-10T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T03:09:18.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: IDRAWMYOWNSCARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/idrawmyownscars.html?spref=bl&quot;&gt;ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: IDRAWMYOWNSCARS&lt;/a&gt;: &quot;I&#39;ve been thinking lately about all the silly things I had done. The ol&#39; films about those bad, worse, worst scenes were playing in my head....&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/6474160053273807317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ym-drlow-ym-hsart-ym-dekcip-tuoqes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/6474160053273807317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/6474160053273807317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/ym-drlow-ym-hsart-ym-dekcip-tuoqes.html' title='ym drlow, ym hsart, ym dekcip tuoqes,: IDRAWMYOWNSCARS'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-8707869829986752535</id><published>2011-02-10T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T02:52:19.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IDRAWMYOWNSCARS</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been thinking lately about all the silly things I had done. The ol&#39; films about those bad, worse, worst scenes were playing in my head. They just popped out even I didn&#39;t mind it purposively.  Like in dreams. Sometimes I caught myself being in deep meditation and I got blank. I don&#39;t know by writing my current feelings and thinking here would give me least comfort and ease. I have nobody to share. I didn&#39;t have friends in near. I didn&#39;t know even to scream aloud. So when I grieve for someone or something, when my wrath has nothing to do to anybody, when I want to rampage, when I&#39;m injured inside.. badly, I learned to whistle it all . Only the wind, my dear wind hears my pain and confessions to my dirty sins. Even I changed a little , or more than little, whatever... the dirty mem&#39;ries never go...they just stay. That&#39;s all I&#39;d realized. even I was sorry for those wrongs still they never disappear, they just haunting me whenever they want to pop out like some fictional  guardian who likes to annoy me. Why ? I don&#39;t believe now that when you&#39;re sorry you&#39;ll be free from it after. But it does not. Since the day I knew the right and wrong and the morality,  whenever silly doings I do, those were judge by the society and even by my own environment, family and friends.  And those different judgment heard by my conscience and guilt appear before my evil soul. Even to humans that I caused pain and headaches, even they forget it, that&#39;s better , still I can&#39;t forget it... it kept haunting me like I should receive punishment till my body will turn to ashes. Or maybe even afterlife, this soul that&#39;ll left will be burned in hell. Well, I deserve it that., I had never denied my sins but I know I was sorry for them but I ... to be cont &gt;.&lt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/8707869829986752535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/idrawmyownscars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8707869829986752535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8707869829986752535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/02/idrawmyownscars.html' title='IDRAWMYOWNSCARS'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-3400306103835099609</id><published>2011-01-02T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T15:50:24.620-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbye past"/><title type='text'>welcome back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;mbl notesBlogText clearfix&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I welcomed myself being back from wandering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt like I&#39;d traveled to many places where I met different personalities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some yield me positive results, many weren&#39;t effective.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The me has back yet I didn&#39;t know if I can face the world being like this... like I used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If those attitudes were gone in an instant then did I just trip myself again from switching?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooh. I should make another resolution as to reprimand myself  from being silly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Farewell  o&#39; just get oldie&#39; year... sorry for being cold and crazy :) I just  might&#39;ve possessed from such a devil shit that just fucked up your  worlds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn&#39;t see anybody now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&#39;ve lost my interest to trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I guess.. switching still...remains.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well... goodbye to past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Future? I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, Everything remains to be seen yet :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/3400306103835099609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/3400306103835099609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/3400306103835099609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2011/01/welcome-back.html' title='welcome back'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-1821479183251025516</id><published>2010-11-09T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:38:29.748-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bloo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CHRISTMAS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="COLD"/><title type='text'>COLD CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu7DGjcUnh94zxSo-Mhyphenhyphenpd-M_NsUTwQ7BLA-0O5wA9eCPGpwZwg55dAKpeGL3likCKzZ3DB4Ia6KZ5ST43recY2T6KKFy4eI4fFf-bLQkjgv2oERBAv-aQ3WazC2tUml8NJLMCgq5F9E/s1600/Image039.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu7DGjcUnh94zxSo-Mhyphenhyphenpd-M_NsUTwQ7BLA-0O5wA9eCPGpwZwg55dAKpeGL3likCKzZ3DB4Ia6KZ5ST43recY2T6KKFy4eI4fFf-bLQkjgv2oERBAv-aQ3WazC2tUml8NJLMCgq5F9E/s320/Image039.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537754830837510754&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas... Oh.. It is a normal holiday for me. Glam Xmas tree, excitement of everyone, exchange of presence, picture - picture ,togetherness... and whatever they do, casually do when Christmas is here. It&#39;s an ordinary day for me, I began to feel that way when I started to live away from my family. I don&#39;t feel sad when I celebrate it to anybody else because I don&#39;t feel it anyway.  But when I used to have you I started to feel the solitude whenever holiday is coming to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85p69jsP7N4Msq4ksOkJ4KU2KNKXqBpuB_fwUhQITXnlgRnNmyWqE7hOwZDhuIazTHhwZ56ZLxQtkSy30P5x7iSQqdJf_tYAbe_wepyTr4QoB8ei2NxQZzwwhTkojPEpQdD3qBRL9X78/s1600/Image035.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi85p69jsP7N4Msq4ksOkJ4KU2KNKXqBpuB_fwUhQITXnlgRnNmyWqE7hOwZDhuIazTHhwZ56ZLxQtkSy30P5x7iSQqdJf_tYAbe_wepyTr4QoB8ei2NxQZzwwhTkojPEpQdD3qBRL9X78/s320/Image035.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537754444571194114&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Needless to say, My Christmas will be COLD.&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; never drops here,&lt;br /&gt;yet I felt frozen inside&lt;/span&gt; the fact I know I will spend it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9yiTp60LpfndGeneNYudKc64NiwnR5GpwChUm1LohX_KX1v03r-ECizQOn8V5P3k_-_0N6ZFUq06bcbLEWlXypljjqHzRcg0tdjy0qs8MXVmnMOmixpkvy0_6ESNchgspURUoVzLehM/s1600/Image046.png&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9yiTp60LpfndGeneNYudKc64NiwnR5GpwChUm1LohX_KX1v03r-ECizQOn8V5P3k_-_0N6ZFUq06bcbLEWlXypljjqHzRcg0tdjy0qs8MXVmnMOmixpkvy0_6ESNchgspURUoVzLehM/s320/Image046.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537754616009956642&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have silver oldies, treasure and pleasure, dear to my heart remembrance here that are safely sealed in my memory. Well, I guess that&#39;s the only option that makes me be with you.. again.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for your happiness from a distance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Bloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/1821479183251025516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/1821479183251025516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/1821479183251025516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/cold-christmas.html' title='COLD CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggu7DGjcUnh94zxSo-Mhyphenhyphenpd-M_NsUTwQ7BLA-0O5wA9eCPGpwZwg55dAKpeGL3likCKzZ3DB4Ia6KZ5ST43recY2T6KKFy4eI4fFf-bLQkjgv2oERBAv-aQ3WazC2tUml8NJLMCgq5F9E/s72-c/Image039.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-2605254573406786133</id><published>2010-11-09T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:45:15.348-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breakdown mode"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lackadaisical"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lost"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sanity is gone"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silent scream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears"/><title type='text'>Silentia screma</title><content type='html'>current status: lost, lackadaisical,  undead corpse inside , almost insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey pal! Have you ever had experienced extreme hurt that you wanna scream  yet there&#39;s no room to yell it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;I need a place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where I can loose all shit feelings I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After I read your message on the screen, tears never hesitate to fell on my messy cheeks. It&#39;s good my seatmate wasn&#39;t bothered or maybe she just let me since we&#39;re stranger to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Truth is really cruel, &lt;/span&gt;wasn&#39;t it? It doesn&#39;t give me warning. It just hit me in second like a bullet right through my soul. Now my soul is in bad state. Every functions of my brain dispersed for a moment. My heart is currently in the operating room. It can&#39;t bear the depression. I hate it. I hate being hurt. But this one is too big that I lost my 90% or over of my sanity and reasonableness. I tried to keep my senses . I tried to make things rational but it&#39;s like a malfunction robot that mixed up  it&#39;s program and began to rampage. It tormented my heart and mind. Come hell or high tide,  tears just fell unhesitatedly. It just keep falling and I sobbed silently because I don&#39;t want anyone around notices it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it&#39;s always like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why I allowed this crap take over my bright life?&lt;br /&gt;L-O-V-3 Is really unbearable! ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning the damn truth, I feel like I need not a few but many shots!  I want to go back where I used to drink so my memory with my feelings  bit by bit &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;EVANESCED&lt;/span&gt;. But I know it won&#39;t be so effective and it will affect some of my current urgencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I dunno where to go, I let my slippers settle my destination. I walk like dead on the highway, while thinking what I&#39;m gonna do now. I&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; was wondering if it&#39;s now a normal phenomenon for someone who have feel depression, breakdown, bitterness, suffering from love and uhh whatever emotion  that is unbearable to walk alone in the street like a lost soul.&lt;/span&gt; Then, I glanced my phone and I saw our characters&#39; snapshot smiling together... it doesn&#39;t  cheer me up. Instead I feel a menthol,&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt; bitter-mint&lt;/span&gt; within that it burst another batch of tears. My heart was  buckled tightly that causes my breath slacking from it&#39;s normal beat.I quickly divert my thinking onto something that would stop the provoking emotion. But my mind is currently malfunctioned, what should I do? I think of some persons yet I know it&#39;s a burden to hug her and cry it all out to her shoulder.  Till I arrived at my rented room. I shut myself to bed and continue the tears I&#39;ve hold for hours. But I still managed to cry silently on my pillow to avoid trouble to my buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my weeping continue silently till I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULT: head ache and eye bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/2605254573406786133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/silentia-screma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/2605254573406786133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/2605254573406786133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/silentia-screma.html' title='Silentia screma'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-1905142127925051840</id><published>2010-11-09T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T02:49:23.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANOTHER SHATTER</title><content type='html'>Help.&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I badly need someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears don&#39;t stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just keep flowing on my messy face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart still in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be cont. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;status: lost.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/1905142127925051840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-shatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/1905142127925051840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/1905142127925051840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-shatter.html' title='ANOTHER SHATTER'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-2263547939803746528</id><published>2010-11-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:39:40.935-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ANTISOCIAL"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antisocial personality disorder"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="are you antisocial"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook-hatebook"/><title type='text'>ANTISOCIAL: B_E_W_A_R_E :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;?&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWr6i6v6PigSDlyHecm568B5afGkLu8VsX44SRnHsBN5a2CV9JfvMeZE08DP-qr7I5-MrSGlh-60yUqADWpdyVJU5987I6h1eyTBjZBryhFAw72Af1H-B5kmoKR9gfD5NgIQlrjZmrG4/s320/antisoxzcial.jpg&quot; 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cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 187px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535190596426490690&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Are you antisocial?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I&#39;ve met a lot of people that confessed he/she is &lt;b&gt;antisocial&lt;/b&gt;. It means they don&#39;t like to socialize around the group or lack of confidence to show his self to the society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh77KtCqvWiKgJggToFcatIb8BlDdIIHucl8sQMHfBNkYp4awM2WQ43hZ4C4bDgDorHAV9qnre-JV3321S4TPCfLyf0uAma8VjR935QEx7LQLkiKnZMZSYj3mY5LqAw3rdjMB2VJbqgPpY/s320/young-people-legs1.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 220px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535189974921841266&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some misunderstand that they are antisocial because they don&#39;t like to be part of social persons - people who&#39;s exposed to fashion and glam life. They &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;prefer to be simple and jam to mediocre friends who are so-true for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;These are misconceptions indeed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWxNwwFOB0M_p4vj0PMDYy87WDM1QWqNfc8_hk-RQ7IcKaJ1kJiEyknILXNBosPKbyhadpuF5oGim6vYc-re2yOWhiAgEOF6P6mHpg_80BAx97v5YgV9VkErfzeo9zNFlJ9plXOQ6ZIbI/s320/antisocial.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535191627367471010&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;AccorDing to what I had surfed down here from mentalhealth.com: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder is a condition characterized by persistent disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others that begins in childhood or early adolescence and continues into adulthood. Deceit and manipulation are central features of this disorder. → in short delinque&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ncy. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Often they are more agressive and have unpleasant behavior towards other people and may cause harm to them. They don&#39;t even care or pay least concern.&lt;b&gt; They&#39;re danger zone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;, keep out!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;But they can be diagnose of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbB2o6mciqEFIcEkK3EGnQWo0PGGCm6ru2SxiKJ5NXfk7MOZcKlErsrJUx8RG6uUlWzX4ZIHvw0Kk1WCheNb07mMPgU7IMW9dY-gjExgh1n1haLPnBEPv4TU6blC1v8qoueJ9n7Bn-QZ8/s320/images+(7).jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535192184863456434&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just want to impart what I learned because sometimes those words that we encounter we think can be msileading and scatter that misconception ... because his word is also your another word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; for your every day vocabulary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;credits to googleimages and mentalhealth.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/2263547939803746528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/antisocial-beware.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/2263547939803746528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/2263547939803746528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/antisocial-beware.html' title='ANTISOCIAL: B_E_W_A_R_E :)'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWr6i6v6PigSDlyHecm568B5afGkLu8VsX44SRnHsBN5a2CV9JfvMeZE08DP-qr7I5-MrSGlh-60yUqADWpdyVJU5987I6h1eyTBjZBryhFAw72Af1H-B5kmoKR9gfD5NgIQlrjZmrG4/s72-c/antisoxzcial.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-3393741815269889314</id><published>2010-11-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T20:53:18.209-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tomodachi"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="what is a friend"/><title type='text'>WHAT IS A FRIEND?</title><content type='html'>tomodachi : amigo : amiga: friend: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won&#39;t bother looking around again in the wikipedia or any other sites that define what is a friend.  I will define it my own according to what I see and experience being in friendship. Sometimes, looking  for another meaning on the net or on the shelves will bend you out of shape if those ideal sweet meanings are not meet with your current friends. You expect more than what is reality a friend can only do for you or what that person you treat as friend is contrary to your anticipation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ A friend is someone who will believe in you when the world says it&#39;s hopeless and even your family. The only one left still congratulating you how many times you quit  for the job and reapply. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥ TRUST. that&#39;s the first ingredient for a friendship to blend well. Enough is better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don&#39;t expect too much and  depend on your friend, if she&#39;s a real friend she knows you need her in your  better or in your worst times.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say, if you&#39;ve been bully by some pranks... • she will defend you or fight for you... if you&#39;re friend really make it on the battlefield, then lucky for you. Contrary to expectation, most friends remain rational, calm,or keep silent. They don&#39;t like to involve in such childish fights. Even it&#39;s good to picture out your friend can do that but actually that won&#39;t solve anything.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say , she&#39;s your crying shoulder • True. She is your handkerchief. You can sniff and sniff and cry all your heart out. But,  not all the time. What if she&#39;s not in the mood, can you rely that tears of yours  to her shoulder?  Some friends too do not tolerate such weakness all the time. It&#39;s ok if it&#39;s oft. You should be more dependent to yourself, not to rely your weakness to her all the time. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some say friend will always be by your side • Partly true. If you mean it that she&#39;s visible by your side oftentimes, then you might agree. What if she&#39;s a thousand miles away from you? Would you reckon the promises and sweet nothing words?  My friend is over there. She&#39;s working abroad. And I&#39;m here. We&#39;re certified friends! And I don&#39;t feel so alone. I made two simple music vids &#39;by your side - faber drive&#39; ; &#39;tabi - paraluman ft. kean&#39; just to remind her I&#39;m still here. You might be confuse now... Thinking of her makes me feel she&#39;s just beside me. Afterall, we know our hearts beat as one. It&#39;s just how you think makes you feel it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If everything turned down, who else you&#39;ll gonna depend on in this world? • Some say... friends esp. when family is the one that abandonned. Don&#39;t be hypocrite. You&#39;re making things more complicated and miserable if you rely to mild humans. Like what I previously stated , depend more to yourself. Your friend is also a human. Think of the worst possibilities that will gonna happen to your life ... then evaluate if that friend of yours can be count on. She may support you but not your ultimate shield. She can lend you her strength but be tougher too in that way she might defend you all the way.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some friends promise to lend their hand when your down and outcast. WHO??? There is no other human who can lend their hand all the time. I bet.All of us have different things to do everyday, everytime. Think of your INVISIBLE YET VISIBLE FRIEND. Treat HIM as your friend. HE&#39;s just there all the time watching you. Sometimes, we never think of Him because what we need is the one who can appear right before our sight, who will embrace us because we&#39;re hurt. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIENDS COME AND GO. True.  No matter what kind of a friend she is, still appreciate her value. Afterall, each of them leave us lessons and experience that certainly we can use in our next stopover of friendship not just that even in our daily life. If you observed, some bitter friendship learned you to become more pleasant person. ..  or helped you grow. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;:)) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/3393741815269889314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/3393741815269889314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/3393741815269889314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-friend.html' title='WHAT IS A FRIEND?'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-8422998156941978066</id><published>2010-11-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:52:35.988-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfect relationship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfect. perfectionist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perhttp://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pD6PGzMMZRc/TNDCaizpBlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/fNkPGuyo5CI/s320/20091126110402246_743_o.jpgfect guy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WHERE IS MY PERFECT MATCH"/><title type='text'>PERFECT GUY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Where is the GUY I&#39;m LOOKING for who will SATISFY my body, mind and soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUJsLjlGTFW7mficDA_Kbiz8F_YTXodEwHZu2qzC4yrtbWJJa-ID-KWlYAkSm6i0ELBe-tuKKqwvkIhvQNfA8SoSy7WjhpxvvUrhI28ZTbgpH7q4agtjXqQX5myTnEbF1W-we3f-0sUg/s320/20091126110402246_743_o.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535137703314130514&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is perfect guy for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A girl or woman usually has her list of  q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;uali&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ties &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;for a perfect guy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkQLuqfCQLtA7wlr8O3xLLRF5ZmubxaTRwxUwbvI8zGzNZYhZQzu278Gxp7dM_mRyc1oBVE84NazuYAJHtuy0nX57Nl2NTLotQ2_Pmrz4AyiHVVbu1hZ4UKPGvrp8fD7Z5aWVGnJLqiDU/s320/1-4893314-5043-t.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 213px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535146730705623586&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left; font-size: 16px; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;PHYSICALLY, MENTALLY, EMOTIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;LY, SPIRITUALLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Appealing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. has erudite tastes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. high browed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. SLIM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;5.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;organized &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;6. neat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;7. clever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;8. his sweetness are done in unpredictable way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;9. can drive me crazy...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10. has self- control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;11. even he&#39;s &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;intelligent still it&#39;s better he knows how to give care to other people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12. CHRISTIAN (mind &amp;amp; soul)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and ETC - ETC means it&#39;s no use to write more attributes because I don&#39;t mean any real guy in this world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I ask my friends about their mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;e,they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt; could tell a few but I realized that what good that guy for you might not necessarily look good to another girl. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;perfect guy doesn&#39;t exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;Looking for the perfect guy is undeniably what we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt; girls desire to. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;And lately, I was bothered a least, even the guys were around me yet I&#39;m still looking better tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;n him. I felt like I&#39;m becoming perfectionist. I fantasized men who are already in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;my save memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;And they can b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;e seen on the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZsHoBAkLcj71WBnHz76w9HvPpzPQjLcohQtR4VkITbvjwhOtDi3Gx6UtjOd2MW__02w9lARU7UPbpZTUUdYLTw96IPTl5Xl54HHEsbUd_dR7Mp1aLhAenjQxV_eKrZhCo9XI8oTcnHs/s320/download.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 172px; font-size: medium; &quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535137866712247330&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I could only watch at them acting or singing . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; They are the only men &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;who makes me &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; and g&lt;b&gt;et back my mood&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; If I feel so stressed, I only thin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;k one of them who is so appealing and t&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;hink his pure smile as my vitamins&lt;/i&gt;. Since those guys do not exist in my world,I thought to initiate  and dare myself searching if there&#39;s such a guy who at least I could say I desire and do some effort.  If only a guy appears even once in my life like  tae kyung  (in the koreanovela he&#39;s bea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;utiful) or Channing Tatum, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;hen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;I&#39;ll sign the contract of being a bachelorette forever&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;Drama movies and teleseries real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;ly tou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;ch people feelings in many ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;And I won&#39;t deny that I could wish I should&#39;ve seen this movie with my date and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;do sweet-nothings and toast our head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;s like kids and touch each other&#39;s nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt; Although we see couples on the TV or in movies who seem so in love and are perfectly match, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;they don&#39;t really exist in the real world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE53lpgnyj1Sv3t6fyq7OFayrelcgVRlYOEO48W_ZaZHc3_Z1kl1aTjp3VDWe_pda0Y2tzx57gccifTU8LkRp7F1ULjfVhsoDRabXof0Ivs8KvZpmdiG5BWmgxWu4jj-A6ENkaIPS5Y7Q/s320/1241684233_200905071705225961258501.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535142871905359074&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Other human ,generally males, may think I&#39;m so fairy-taled and think it&#39;s so absur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;d,  Ahh, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;men &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;are just envious because he&#39;s not the one I choose to. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;To bad for him he&#39;s su&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;ch a sore eye :)  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I &#39;m not in a hurry to look for a relationship, I&#39;m still full of oxygen to live on my own. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;De facto is, These full-of-charm guys are my vitamins  both from stress and anxiety.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; Rather than men who ap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;pear in my sight who give me so much headache.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfyhkaY16wjEXViF9ufW9MasI_nsDSM_I5UeijysXM3gKrX_R-GhHEYoXP31o6yPmocFG1SFQnaP7MObcyH14Oi6teO-Cn2cWP-jIV1OJQOgj7m7QQwPb8dK-JQI6BJCZq6unFT4hs_k/s320/images.jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 264px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535141598531855442&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt;Say, &lt;/span&gt;Even my cute Tae Kyung or any of my desired men will look like a chibi, a highbrow person, a stick cartoon I still like him. Ha ha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; That&#39;s the magical charm an actor/model possessed , no wonder :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Appealing, erudite tastes, slim, organized and neat, clever, his sweetness are done in unpredictable way, can drive me crazy... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and ETC - means it&#39;s no use to write those attributes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; because I don&#39;t mean an&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;y real guy in this world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space:pre&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Some say it&#39;s very typical for  us women, it&#39;s a give/take relationship. The man ought to give what woman wants and the other part, woman takes what she needs from her mate.  It&#39;s not that we&#39;re living too much in fancy  world. To think it is ridiculous for you might be. I think man couldn&#39;t blame us habitually looking or listing good attributes a guy must have, physically or emotionally.  Especially, when a woman gone through bitter or displeasing  past relationships &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;or see her guy is deficient or too lousy. And maybe she ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;s gone through an ideal and she wants that relationship again and again, in short &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADDICTING relationship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. lewl.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFtQ4lmYQRX3VtJ-2I2jj9CrXTvMUyKFTcS7di06ZbP1p40tVe4rCSUowprHFf44Va1jZNi7siqJj5RAJeI6mgKTIAwVSIAIcK5aD4MBYur1RHz0hB-w7W6zwZGoNBW5BxEArBJpJ1t7w/s320/images+(3).jpg&quot; style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 145px;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535148897794985954&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;Hey, the subjects  were obviously from the koreanov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;ela &#39;He&#39;s beatiful&#39; because they&#39;re delightful and sweet.  But doesn&#39;t mean my writing about my perfect guy was rotated only by it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;credits to googleimages .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/8422998156941978066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8422998156941978066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/8422998156941978066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-guy.html' title='PERFECT GUY?'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUJsLjlGTFW7mficDA_Kbiz8F_YTXodEwHZu2qzC4yrtbWJJa-ID-KWlYAkSm6i0ELBe-tuKKqwvkIhvQNfA8SoSy7WjhpxvvUrhI28ZTbgpH7q4agtjXqQX5myTnEbF1W-we3f-0sUg/s72-c/20091126110402246_743_o.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-291839392504992908</id><published>2010-11-02T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T04:22:08.298-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CONTAGIOUS"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MELANCHOLIC FACE"/><title type='text'>SADNESS IS CONTAGIOUS!</title><content type='html'>My life is tossed like a paper. My balance of thinking is slowly dwindling like I was a dipsomaniac! Even though I don&#39;t entertain unhappiness currently yet I felt like there&#39;s always an instant invitation of the dark when I&#39;m awfully bent out of shape. Optimism disappeared like dead petals scattered on the air, no matter how I tried to repeat those positive words in my mind. I could see how beaten myself in the broken mirror. I keep feeding my fighting spirit that it won&#39;t lose even if I will discover later I was alone fighting for myself. That I will get lose in the end.Even some of my friends that I thought are FRIENDS will eat me all up down to the marrow of my bones. I shall not quit because of their pointless threats.  That is not important for now. . . I must keep striving even the world look at me like a creep. A living corpse who&#39;s still striving to get her life back! &lt;br /&gt; Afterall, No matter where I see, I couldn&#39;t deny I have thought this world is also a hell. There is no difference being in this world or in the underworld where they called the HELL! Because people commit sins in no limit. People betray their own kind. People hurt their love in their selfish ways. To question myself why I&#39;m sad... can be really contagious. Therefore, I must prevent myself  from  wretchedness and things that makes my heart heavy. Sigh, it&#39;s easier said than done, huh? Being alone is another luck for it to inject inside my soul. And the toxins of sadness will create another scenery and that is why you can see it through my face :(</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/291839392504992908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/sadness-is-contagious.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/291839392504992908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/291839392504992908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/11/sadness-is-contagious.html' title='SADNESS IS CONTAGIOUS!'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-4679204347627124705</id><published>2010-10-31T16:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T17:31:39.474-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MONSTER DAY NOT ALL SOULS DAY"/><title type='text'>MONSTER DAY NOT ALL SOULS/SAINTS DAY !</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; monster... oh! monster! don&#39;t go near me. I&#39;m scared of you! (tee hee)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people celebrate halloween. Wearing all monster-like costumes and smeared make ups.  We supposed to commemorate our departed loved ones. Were our loved ones are creeps ? deathly pale vampires ? cut head monk? flying coffin? white ladies? walking grim?  They were certified monsters, I believed!  But our loved ones are not monsters. Those monsters we&#39;re impersonating came from hell. I remember I asked my aunt who used to be as a choir member since I was a kid. Then I asked her why this celebration happens? &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;We&#39;re praying for the dead not to raise those beasts from hell. &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  It&#39;s like she was astounded on my question. It&#39;s undeniable how fun halloween party is but I wonder if this is also an invitation for scourgians to attend to. It&#39;s like we are giving once in a lifetime a chance for devils to enter to our world adn celebrate with us. Would that be great to you if the one you&#39;re dancing with is a real junkie who almost want to swallow you alive? I have heard some stories they experienced that during their party. But sometimes since your all-costume you cannot pick out the real-one monster! well, we are going today or tomorrow to visit them sleeping at their tombs. I hope they won&#39;t get badly disturbed with.  Happy  all souls day. 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failed? ; unable to move on? &lt;br /&gt;this point called ACOMODADOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The acomodador or giving-up point :&lt;br /&gt; there is always an event in our lives&lt;br /&gt; that is responsible for us failing to progress; &lt;br /&gt;a trauma, a particularly bitter defeat, a disappointment in love,&lt;br /&gt; even a victory that we did not understand, &lt;br /&gt;can make cowards of us and prevent us from moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&#39;ve read this from the novel of P. Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;I was being hit by the term&lt;br /&gt;and  boosted my weak soul to get uP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have to learn how to fail on something,&lt;br /&gt; so we can achieve something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must find our own way to beat the acomodador from ourselves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/9023089047617316309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/acomodador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/9023089047617316309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/9023089047617316309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/acomodador.html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-6931793013826924597</id><published>2010-06-28T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:25:28.771-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thief in the night"/><title type='text'>invisible thief__</title><content type='html'>you help me build my life&lt;br /&gt;and had nearly destroyed me&lt;br /&gt;you were like a thief in the night &lt;br /&gt;who stole my heart and dignity&lt;br /&gt;and without the intention&lt;br /&gt;of returning back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakarelate lang ako sa isang nobela ni PC.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozo27zYGoIoI1ao3sVclUDdF8cPmt1qFpLePp3mlbJlwaNuiaSHV0ZLGRUNH35b120-l8VbhWr74kpECIwVtb4bw-QyemeHes565cf0wt8_s0W_KpIHcHfSYPkfinHOLxL2TuCQ0hPNE/s320/Meet_The_Rainbow_by_donjuki.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480205755445364194&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you suffer enough pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? uhm i dont really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain is inevitably, undeniably part of life. It&#39;s human nature to cry, scream out louder, kneel under the rain, drink till the night surrenders...et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it wrong to express like this? &lt;br /&gt;I just want to loose all the negative emotions - &lt;br /&gt;the feeling to avenge, &lt;br /&gt;the feeling  to kill, the feeling of being dispirited, being betrayed, stabbed....&lt;br /&gt;But i dont  think that meant I&#39;m BrokeN .weaK.hopeless.incompetent.pathetic. incapable to love again, incapable to move ahead more than you&#39;d expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVW8-eBI5xXZFPJkNbokz1vLSTN5IznLFAwjBYrLnyzx2jGwywnvSyfuSKw31IyIxEgYM0_FiiDE0gvQMki1LnRh_8l51D-jHaK37L6AKZOP_emV31GGxOyfxHQVsLoCJoeDpBFthDiJY/s1600/who_am_i__by_Sorelliena.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVW8-eBI5xXZFPJkNbokz1vLSTN5IznLFAwjBYrLnyzx2jGwywnvSyfuSKw31IyIxEgYM0_FiiDE0gvQMki1LnRh_8l51D-jHaK37L6AKZOP_emV31GGxOyfxHQVsLoCJoeDpBFthDiJY/s320/who_am_i__by_Sorelliena.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480205770836601170&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for that. pain made me realised where are the shattered pieces of me. made me discover the &#39;lacking&#39; in me. made me realised there&#39;s more to life than being enslave in your world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain resurrected me from being dead in all the things that I just overlooked.discounted.and whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain made me realised that I need to be connected and reconnected. that I should not live this life selfishly alone. It challenged my pride and confidence. And disregard the world of formality and accepts the low ways of conversations and communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; even though I always babbling about death, my death and the waiting of death...don&#39;t mean I&#39;m not capable of living. I just don&#39;t quite follow the rules of this world,in fact, we haven&#39;t really know who set really these rules. Apparently, I too am only capable of losing a life , surely unsure of bringing  some lives in this complicated world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFK-vVXqw4tbQ9CGDBFtWsY21JdQ3IIv7Z4Ud19E0aCtvjDUubc1dQtrJ0QycCv5LwSvxnT-vsWeR1Z6dvQ8alQm-wvXPMQ_dVtR2a05fCetPNQ9fHhpPcYFyZkpCkCFb48pgFRRd4y0/s1600/Rainbow_by_ForgottenER.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 247px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgFK-vVXqw4tbQ9CGDBFtWsY21JdQ3IIv7Z4Ud19E0aCtvjDUubc1dQtrJ0QycCv5LwSvxnT-vsWeR1Z6dvQ8alQm-wvXPMQ_dVtR2a05fCetPNQ9fHhpPcYFyZkpCkCFb48pgFRRd4y0/s320/Rainbow_by_ForgottenER.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480205784684812082&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/5051826971023638306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-pain-taught-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5051826971023638306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5051826971023638306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-pain-taught-me.html' title='what pain taught me...'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiozo27zYGoIoI1ao3sVclUDdF8cPmt1qFpLePp3mlbJlwaNuiaSHV0ZLGRUNH35b120-l8VbhWr74kpECIwVtb4bw-QyemeHes565cf0wt8_s0W_KpIHcHfSYPkfinHOLxL2TuCQ0hPNE/s72-c/Meet_The_Rainbow_by_donjuki.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-5402788909844543150</id><published>2010-06-03T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T18:15:14.203-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bestfriends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog of loneliness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shadowed"/><title type='text'>when loneliness shadowed me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7otPs5lmzDlM4E1XAnXjmaWbMRArHREkQqJbdr3RRWFJ6qZ-JtNgoDrdBQLRXskH-MBWL4CuvsjWfUm9obHCYZk0ki-esPoMauSGfB1dswSx-fW72r7gTT9yM1eMEjfMKC-g6mkOq9xE/s1600/wawawa.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7otPs5lmzDlM4E1XAnXjmaWbMRArHREkQqJbdr3RRWFJ6qZ-JtNgoDrdBQLRXskH-MBWL4CuvsjWfUm9obHCYZk0ki-esPoMauSGfB1dswSx-fW72r7gTT9yM1eMEjfMKC-g6mkOq9xE/s320/wawawa.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480204993744277394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever lost someone very important to you,&lt;br /&gt;then you already know how it FEELS,&lt;br /&gt;and if you haven&#39;t &lt;br /&gt;you CANNOT possibly IMAGINE it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s crazy how at one moment &lt;br /&gt;from a bond ,&lt;br /&gt;when you have recklessly spend your time&lt;br /&gt;with that someone&lt;br /&gt;no matter what other people say&lt;br /&gt;no matter what critics and ugly comments &lt;br /&gt;receive ,  heard.&lt;br /&gt;you both go on and on&lt;br /&gt;like white birds flying and crashing &lt;br /&gt;with the waves of the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s still amazing  and &lt;br /&gt;I could say no one can unlock &lt;br /&gt;our inseparable hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time has come &lt;br /&gt;uff! I hate our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m not her  future holder&lt;br /&gt;she has a life too&lt;br /&gt;And I knew this right from the start&lt;br /&gt;I met her&lt;br /&gt;That she had another life afar from me&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we cannot live all our life together&lt;br /&gt;and spending all our free time alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And havin&#39; so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watchin&#39; you walk away&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&#39;s hard to deal with the pain of losin&#39; you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I&#39;m doin&#39; it&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I&#39;m alone&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while it&#39;s playing in my mp3&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s like I make a music video inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Me watching her take steps  going inside the airport&lt;br /&gt;Even if i hold much of my tears&lt;br /&gt;it really poured out&lt;br /&gt;damn.damn.damn.&lt;br /&gt;feeling&#39; boneless.&lt;br /&gt;feelin&#39; gray.&lt;br /&gt;feelin&#39; crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[It&#39;s ironic&lt;br /&gt;She doesn&#39;t remember this song&lt;br /&gt;when she&#39;s the one who listened this before&lt;br /&gt;And I just ignored it[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, this was my song when she left me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i have now&lt;br /&gt;are the memories that i don&#39;t really know&lt;br /&gt;if it help or it hurts more&lt;br /&gt;it makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;it makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;it squeeze my heart&lt;br /&gt;it breaks my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have memories wit&#39; her everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly at the mall shopping @ artwork and elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;@ mcdo beating their ads wit fries in the fudge,&lt;br /&gt;convenience store late @ night,&lt;br /&gt;walking in her street&lt;br /&gt;going to downtown &lt;br /&gt;Every stuff in my room,&lt;br /&gt;playing games @ cafe&lt;br /&gt;her ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/5402788909844543150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-loneliness-shadowed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5402788909844543150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/5402788909844543150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-loneliness-shadowed-me.html' title='when loneliness shadowed me...'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7otPs5lmzDlM4E1XAnXjmaWbMRArHREkQqJbdr3RRWFJ6qZ-JtNgoDrdBQLRXskH-MBWL4CuvsjWfUm9obHCYZk0ki-esPoMauSGfB1dswSx-fW72r7gTT9yM1eMEjfMKC-g6mkOq9xE/s72-c/wawawa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1707087201714711329.post-1956908193965008956</id><published>2010-06-02T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:38:44.398-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my color personality result"/><title type='text'>my color personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--ColorQuiz.com code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;1&quot; 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCwsdpFHFs23YesfL4o4FRhvfho2n8lugntp0huOCe5sE9HOyPuxYCNnMuLXp7u8_HSOqY6YqE2zRcMxUMN-ct_ovurtTbqqNWCuKdZzUi6uJUckwMRM4cxI59rTKKe3KbQETMW_gj9I/s1600/grief2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCwsdpFHFs23YesfL4o4FRhvfho2n8lugntp0huOCe5sE9HOyPuxYCNnMuLXp7u8_HSOqY6YqE2zRcMxUMN-ct_ovurtTbqqNWCuKdZzUi6uJUckwMRM4cxI59rTKKe3KbQETMW_gj9I/s320/grief2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478003339659453250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;the loss of someone...[breakdown mode]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;what should i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;I know i supposed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;but my head kept tellin&#39; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;why would I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;when years have gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;I used to live without a father in my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;there were no how-are-you&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;No...Nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibi1oz4r1e6y35GYeugN9gm2mEs_r1v_zhcXGHMHy9mwoUs1_A0hnh1VZ1Aj2FY1IMy-HrLSjycKfsBCvtocnaeHR4R4FQqmQV_xclQX8rSR0B0vsEqE6qShoxpfNuR2g5vZZIwNKX1S0/s1600/Black-Rose-Emo-Blood-goth-punk-1213324_165_220.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 245px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibi1oz4r1e6y35GYeugN9gm2mEs_r1v_zhcXGHMHy9mwoUs1_A0hnh1VZ1Aj2FY1IMy-HrLSjycKfsBCvtocnaeHR4R4FQqmQV_xclQX8rSR0B0vsEqE6qShoxpfNuR2g5vZZIwNKX1S0/s320/Black-Rose-Emo-Blood-goth-punk-1213324_165_220.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477995990073700674&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I know the death of my father is unpredictive,&lt;br /&gt;unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;no signs at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;when my father almost loss his breathe, 99% dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I just thought if it all flashback to his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;all his lacks,&lt;br /&gt;defection,&lt;br /&gt;failure for his family:&lt;br /&gt;to his son and daughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;being unable to show the role of a father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&quot; Ano kaya ang mga huling sambit ng kanyang bibig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;at huling laman ng kanyang isip.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;Not all wounds  get healed&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;If not doctorized  by the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;who caused you agony and trouble within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;time take cares of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;So I hope they won&#39;t demand me right away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;to forgive and consider asap&lt;br /&gt;it&#39;s because he&#39;s now dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;I still believe there&#39;s the right time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;to lighten all the weights inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;I know my heart and my mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will gotta find a way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;to fix all itself&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;&quot; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara.&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/feeds/33815034365249273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/sudden-loss-of-r-chief-blood-violet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/33815034365249273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1707087201714711329/posts/default/33815034365249273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peachcake8.blogspot.com/2010/06/sudden-loss-of-r-chief-blood-violet.html' title='the sudden loss of  &#39;r chief blood [violet mode]'/><author><name>peachcake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17899616866721204670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSQqCtGaZJRCX3aDk-nRNULFtcWgRd8Rszqvu9VnzEasPt6N7UekyLQWYwsuAqffog8THoIMbmf-71nEZkarsabFdO8gCJ1_j-7f987tzY8t2syPAa_56D8bXSIoGu1Q/s220/31789_109885042389965_100001054083052_77044_1107966_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCwsdpFHFs23YesfL4o4FRhvfho2n8lugntp0huOCe5sE9HOyPuxYCNnMuLXp7u8_HSOqY6YqE2zRcMxUMN-ct_ovurtTbqqNWCuKdZzUi6uJUckwMRM4cxI59rTKKe3KbQETMW_gj9I/s72-c/grief2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>