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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;She is beautiful girl
and popular to men in their University, her name is Carmi. She has a long black
hair that can be compared to black pearls and a skin as smooth as porcelain.
She basically has everything and most girls envy her well, most hated her.
Josephine cannot see the point why Carmi flirts with her boyfriend Sam when in
fact Carmi knows that she had the looks and the body to capture every man she
wished for.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;If these two girls were
to ask of things inside their bags Carmi will definitely answer lipstick and
face powder while Josephine will utter books and eyeglasses. Yes, these two
girls are total opposites the only thing they got in common is Sam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Josephine was simply
annoyed whenever she saw Carmi and her beauty conscious friends chitchat
together. She just hated the idea that these girls &lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;all know is to make themselves pretty&lt;/span&gt;. Every girl
has a story to tell, but their stories are really sucks. She considered them
under develop whores and she just can’t stop calling them names especially when
they start to talk about her dear Sam. She knew long before that Carmi really
likes her Sam but much to everyone’s surprise he courted her instead. But
Carmi, knowing the fact that Sam is now her man, didn’t stop just yet to tell
her fantasies to her friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“He was so cute and if
you could only see his eyes when he looks at me, it feels like a lightning
struck to me and it goes to my heart and then beneath my soul.” Carmi said as
Josephine accidentally passed by a room where Carmi and her friends had a so
called girl talk. Josephine hid behind the window and started spying. “I wanted
him to hold my hands because I know he needed someone to hold to,” Carmi added
with her very sentiment bared to everyone. “He may deny it but I know he’s
lonely and I hate seeing him on that mood”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“My Sam doesn’t beed your hands, thank you. He’s well
comfortable with mine, may I correct you. We’re pretty happy..psychotic girl!”
Josephine shouted to herself as she releaseher anger on the plant in front of
her. “She better stop talking now or else…” she was pulling every leaf of the
plant as she recalled the last statement of Carmi before parting from her
friends, “I need to be near him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-tab-count: 1;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Josephine was really annoyed what does Carmi mean? She
needs to calm down. Sam won’t cheat on her. She knew that true love is the
foundation of their relationship and there is no way for Carmi to ruin it. She
had to release her anger, she has to talk to someone. Her friends already went
home so she decided to bother her cousin Emily instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As she talked she
figured out that her cousin doesn’t want any company for the moment because she
was too focused reading on her philosophy book. Her cousin is a weirdo but she
doesn’t have any choice. She rather choose to talk to this pathetic one than to
let her mind blow of fury.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;‘She’s a total freak,
you know that? ” her words cannot be delayed as she rests on the other side of
the bed. “Oh I’ve got a wonderful idea, what if I’ll go to our Guidance
Councilor and ask him to help Carmi with her psychological problem?” Her idea
made her stand and breathlessly faced Emily to see an &lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;unconcious&lt;/span&gt; expression. She was still waiting for
her cousin’s reactions but still after a couple of minutes, her face didn’t
move a muscle at all. “C’mon don’t you have anything to say? I need some consoling
here help!”. She placed her hands on her waist. “It’s late I must sleep” after
a long wait her cousin answered as she closes her book and headed to her lamp
to turn it off and sleep leaving her standing eyes flaming with anger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“This is really a not
so very, very good night I’ve ever had in my entire life.” She uttered in anger
slamming the door as she walked out the room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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her first subject the next day because she had a hard time sleeping last night.
The though of Carmi seducing her Sam bothers her so much that she almost forgot
the examination she ought to take half an hour from now. She is sitting on the
corridor hallway when she saw Sam with his friends at the parking lot. He looks
happy, she guessed. The smile on his face makes her smile too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“Carmi misunderstood
everything” she murmured as she started writing notes into her pad. For
heaven’s sake, she knows that she must be focusing on her notes right now but
she can’t stop herself from thinking about Sam. “We had an agreement that’s it!
If she’s thinking that me and Sam split up because she doesn’t see us together
this past few days, well she’s taking the situation wrong!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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an agreement that they won’t stick together whenever there are major exams.
They did try to study together several times but instead of reading they both
got failing examination results.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;She had to pause for a
while to think if she’ll not going to break their agreement now or leave Carmi
on her wrong assumption for all she care. She need to be with Sam..to be
secured one more time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;As she stood and
started heading to Sam she saw the smile that always made her day. Who would
not love a man that can make your weak knees seeing that closed up smile? Sam
from a distance waved on her and made a sign that he would just call her after
his class. Josephine looked at her wristwatch and it is already past three in
the afternoon she almost forgot the examination and she knew that Sam had exams
too. Having no choice, Josephine disappointedly nodded then sighed until he was
out of sight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;On her way to the
classroom she saw Carmi talking to a friend. “He called me last night and said
he’s sorry because he felt like he took me for granted.” She’s aware that she’s
fifteen minutes late on her examination but she just can’t miss out any words
Carmi might tell. Her grades didn’t matter anymore she’ll listen. ‘And this
morning I saw him outside our house waiting for me. We talked.” That’s it!
Josephine totally stunned as she heard her saying the words she didn’t wanted
to hear. ‘Is it possible that Sam is cheating on her?” She better look for Sam.
Enough of spying she needs answers right now!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;She prepared herself
for the worst situation to happen as she walks through the hallway towards
Sam’s classroom but he was not there. She looked at every room in every
building but Sam nowhere to be found. She is about to lose hope when she heard
a car stopped on the other side of the road. It was Sam. She almost collapsed
as she saw Carmi inside the car, smiling. She can’t believe it’s true. Sam did
cheat on her. She felt heaven and earth dragged up and down. Her breath stuck
on her throat and she can feel her heart stop from beating. Her muscles to weak
to stand and for just seconds she became pale.Her emotions betrayed her and
suddenly drops of tears flowed from her eyes down to cheeks. Public didn’t
matter she cried releasing all the pain and regrets.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Sam didn’t call she
kept her cellphone on and even turned the tone on maximum but he didn’t call.
No matter how she convince herself that the ride meant nothing yet still the
phone didn’t ring. She must stop this foolishness if Sam can’t be honest with
her she will let him be. It doesn’t matter anymore how much the truth will hurt
she needs to know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;She could almost see
the end of it when he saw Carmi talking to her friend on the last step of the
stair. Drums hammered her heart fast as she gets nearer to them. She not
expecting an early an early confrontation her plan is to talk to Sam first to
clear the matter but since Carmi is now here she decided to deal with her
anyway. Only a step drew them apart. She is tanding facing their backs when she
finally got the courage to speak when Carmi’s voice came in. Her words don’t
sound usual she seems to be bothered and Josephine is not used to it. Her
instinct dictates that she must listen. So she does.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“He picked me up
yesterday and we went to a park” as Carmi continues her story. “We talked a lot
of things until we eneded up talking about Josephine.” Josephine’s ears turned
big and she moved closer as curiosity pulls her into the conversation. “He said
that he couldn’t believe that it’s happened between them. He just can’t take
the distance that’s getting farther and farther as time goes by.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Distance, distance, distance,
the words keep on echoing on her consciousness as Carmi delivers her next
outburst. “Since that day he can’t figure out what exactly had happened. He
tried to convince himself that it was purely destiny but he can’t accept the
truth”. Josephine still puzzled of what Carmi’s talking about moved closer and
closer. “Helongs for her and he is not contented with just a piece of memory he
wanted her back into his life.” “I did not go anywhere you…you let him think
that I don’t exist” her mind speaking to Carmi. “I wanted him to forget her, to
move on, the world waits for him. There are lots of good things waiting for him
it did not end there.” GRIEF. ‘She doesn’t belong to him… never!!!” ‘he is mine
you know it from the start” Josephine answered Carmi’s final anguish. She stood
up because of excitement. She needs to meet up with Sam. Whatever his
sentiments are.. she will be willing to patch things up. She knew it. Sam
really loves her and he won’t cheat on her. A smile flushed on her face. She
indeed grabbed the last laught after all. As she stepped forward she heard
Carmi’s friend talk. ;hush…he’ll realize it soon don’t worry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“Realization..what was
that…and when?” Carmi is confused. ‘Josephine has been dead for five months, he
should have recovered from that loss. That day on the parking lot was really
horrifying. Who would have thought that a car inside the university would ran
over here? It was an accident and no one expects it to happen.” DEAD. Josephine
stunned she wanted to laugh at them, tell them that they are fools. Carmi and
her friends really have mental problems…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Before she took off she
faced the two girls with her hands on her waist, But much to her surprise she
felt a strange sensation into her boday passing beneath her bones. She was
shocked. The girls just passed through her and she abruplty felt the coldness..
but there wasn’t any wind. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Instant
solitude came. She’s fighting the sensation of numbness but to no avail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Darkness. Followed next
was a cloud full of darkness that effortlessly succumb her consciousness. Her
memory slowly captured her being. Noises, pathetic faces, she heard the
ambulance singing, the voices of men everywhere commanding students not to
cross the line. A man I weeping besides her, blood stained his clothes, his
face on his hands…he was crying, Sam was crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Her sight drew dim,
tears blur everything she could clearly see a while ago. That day, a tragedy
happened. She doesn’t want to think of it. Denial. That is what she’s trying to
do. She needs to see Sam. She needs him that she is alive. She runs as fast as
she can to reach him. He was there..in the parking lot and he was holding
something she could hardly see. She moved closer and touched him. He must feel
her touch. Her warmness like before.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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but coldness as her hands pass through his shoulders. She breathed deeply and
closed her eyes. Again she attempt to caress his face but he rhand no longer
has the power to console the nature of reality. She stood in front og him face
to face but she couldn’t see his eyes. He’s in front of her but his eyes can’t
find her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Suddenly tears flowed
and she couldn’t stop his tears. She control as she cried harder, she can no
longer fight the denial. She is dead. She is dead. She found a hollow soul deep
into his eyes. Blag!! He dropped something. A book. It’s her cousins. She
kneeled down She could feel the roughness and the ashes that pondered in it as
it lay on the land. She needs to carry the book back into his hands but when
she finally looked up everything turned into dark. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Another
darkness.Strange.Then one by one she saw the students heading to the parking
lot. Bang! The sound was earsplitting. Then she saw her cousin running towards
her, armed stretched her face wet with tears. Bang! With just a blink of an
eye..her cousin dropped dead. She screamed so loud that it caught the attention
of everyone. Then she heard another gun fire one afther the other. She saw
armed men marching in the parking lot. Blood thirsty men who murdered almost
everyone. Her eyes looks for someone..she couldn’t find Sam. She started
running faintly, too scared to be seen by those brutal armed man.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“Help!!!” she heard
voices screaming with terror. It’s Carmi and her friends. Josephine wanted to
help them but it was too late. A knife was struck into Carmi’s throat as she
attempts for another call. Then very loud gun fires followed. Smoke covered the
dead body of the girls she hated most. She doesn’t want this. No. The tought of
it scared her as she run. But when she finally saw Sam a harsh car bumped her
off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Noises, pathetic faces,
she heard the ambulance again, the voices of men everywhere commanding students
not to line. A man is weeping beside her, his clothes blood stained. She
thought it was hers but she was wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“This is a tragedy. No
one made it. Everyone is dead!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“No this girl made it.
She is alive!” the nurse smiled at Josephine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5971091524329862568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/08/insane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5971091524329862568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5971091524329862568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/08/insane.html' title='INSANE'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IfXAVjNRG7hpcGlH_Ufgq5vc_PwGFNKq4gR3SECyDJuryNzueV2NAMU9c0vzaEMB-3Mhk0UW4u7kanfCbb0ksL87UQhAk7Nq0keF7oaBxraVjrgaoPbr4lekScf3YveTGPcvga0xDgc/s72-c/insane.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-4691824811105263876</id><published>2012-06-16T04:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-16T04:39:38.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maraming mga senyales kung ayaw na sa iyo ng isang lalake:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Nagdadahilan para di kayo magkita (e.g. busy, overtime)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Minsan na lang o hindi nagtetext back&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Hindi sinasagot ang mga tawag / hindi nagrereturn call&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Pag nagkita kayo, nagmamadaling umuwi o di kaya’y distracted na parang may ibang iniisip&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Hindi maalala ang mga importanteng araw (birthday, anniversary) at nakakalimutan din magregalo&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Nagsisinungaling&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Hindi na malambing o kasinlambing tulad ng dati&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Maaaring mahuli mo o ng mga kaibigan mo na may ibang kasamang babae. Kapag na confront, magdadahilan na kaibigan lang o classmate o former classmate yon at masyado kang selosa.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Palaging nagpapapogi and/or nagpapabango na di naman nya usual na gawain.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Naghahanap ng dahilan para lang mag-away palagi (leading to break-up).&lt;/li&gt;
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Here is a list of 15 things which, if you give up on them, will make your life a lot easier and much, much happier. We hold on to so many things that cause us a great deal of pain, stress and suffering – and instead of letting them all go, instead of allowing ourselves to be stress free and happy – we cling on to them. Not anymore. Starting today we will give up on all those things that no longer serve us, and we will embrace change. Ready? Here we go:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;1. GIVE UP YOUR NEED TO ALWAYS BE RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are so many of us who can’t stand the idea of being wrong – wanting to always be right – even at the risk of ending great relationships or causing a great deal of stress and pain, for us and for others. It’s just not worth it. Whenever you feel the ‘urgent’ need to jump into a fight over who is right and who is wrong, ask yourself this question:&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Would I rather be right, or would I rather be kind?”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Wayne Dyer. What difference will that make? Is your ego really that big?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;2. GIVE UP YOUR NEED FOR CONTROL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Be willing to give up your need to always control everything that happens to you and around you – situations, events, people, etc. Whether they are loved ones, coworkers, or just strangers you meet on the street – just allow them to be. Allow everything and everyone to be just as they are and you will see how much better will that make you feel.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“By letting it go it all gets done. The world is won by those who let it go. But when you try and try. The world is beyond winning.”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Lao Tzu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;3. GIVE UP ON BLAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Give up on your need to blame others for what you have or don’t have, for what you feel or don’t feel. Stop giving your powers away and start taking responsibility for your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;4. GIVE UP YOUR SELF-DEFEATING SELF-TALK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Oh my. How many people are hurting themselves because of their negative, polluted and repetitive self-defeating mindset? Don’t believe everything that your mind is telling you – especially if it’s negative and self-defeating. You are better than that.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“The mind is a superb instrument if used rightly. Used wrongly, however, it becomes very destructive.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Eckhart Tolle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;5. GIVE UP YOUR LIMITING BELIEFS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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about what you can or cannot do, about what is possible or impossible. From now on, you are no longer going to allow your limiting beliefs to keep you stuck in the wrong place. Spread your wings and fly!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“A belief is not an idea held by the mind, it is an idea that holds the mind”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Elly Roselle&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;6. GIVE UP COMPLAINING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Give up your constant need to complain about those many, many, maaany things – people, situations, events that make you unhappy, sad and depressed. Nobody can make you unhappy, no situation can make you sad or miserable unless you allow it to. It’s not the situation that triggers those feelings in you, but how you choose to look at it. Never underestimate the power of positive thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;7. GIVE UP THE LUXURY OF CRITICISM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Give up your need to criticize things, events or people that are different than you. We are all different, yet we are all the same. We all want to be happy, we all want to love and be loved and we all want to be understood. We all want something, and something is wished by us all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;8. GIVE UP YOUR NEED TO IMPRESS OTHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop trying so hard to be something that you’re not just to make others like you. It doesn’t work this way. The moment you stop trying so hard to be something that you’re not, the moment you take off all your masks, the moment you accept and embrace the real you, you will find people will be drawn to you, effortlessly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;9. GIVE UP YOUR RESISTANCE TO CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Change is good. Change will help you move from A to B. Change will help you make improvements in your life and also the lives of those around you. Follow your bliss, embrace change – don’t resist it.&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Joseph Campbell&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;10. GIVE UP LABELS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Stop labeling those things, people or events that you don’t understand as being weird or different and try opening your mind, little by little. Minds only work when open.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“The highest form of ignorance is when you reject something you don’t know anything about.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Wayne Dyer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;11. GIVE UP ON YOUR FEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fear is just an illusion, it doesn’t exist – you created it. It’s all in your mind. Correct the inside and the outside will fall into place.&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Franklin D. Roosevelt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;12. GIVE UP YOUR EXCUSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Send them packing and tell them they’re fired. You no longer need them. A lot of times we limit ourselves because of the many excuses we use. Instead of growing and working on improving ourselves and our lives, we get stuck, lying to ourselves, using all kind of excuses – excuses that 99.9% of the time are not even real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;13. GIVE UP THE PAST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know, I know. It’s hard. Especially when the past looks so much better than the present and the future looks so frightening, but you have to take into consideration the fact that the present moment is all you have and all you will ever have. The past you are now longing for – the past that you are now dreaming about – was ignored by you when it was present. Stop deluding yourself. Be present in everything you do and enjoy life. After all life is a journey not a destination. Have a clear vision for the future, prepare yourself, but always be present in the now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;14. GIVE UP ATTACHMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a concept that, for most of us is so hard to grasp and I have to tell you that it was for me too, (it still is) but it’s not something impossible. You get better and better at with time and practice. The moment you detach yourself from all things, (and that doesn’t mean you give up your love for them – because love and attachment have nothing to do with one another, &amp;nbsp;attachment comes from a place of fear, while love… well, real love is pure, kind, and self less, where there is love there can’t be fear, and because of that, attachment and love cannot coexist) you become so peaceful, so tolerant, so kind, and so serene. You will get to a place where you will be able to understand all things without even trying. A state beyond words.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;15. GIVE UP LIVING YOUR LIFE TO OTHER PEOPLE’S EXPECTATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Way too many people are living a life that is not theirs to live. They live their lives according to what others think is best for them, they live their lives according to what their parents think is best for them, to what their friends, their enemies and their teachers, their government and the media think is best for them. They ignore their inner voice, that inner calling. They are so busy with pleasing everybody, with living up to other people’s expectations, that they lose control over their lives. They forget what makes them happy, what they want, what they need….and eventually they forget about themselves.&amp;nbsp; You have one life – this one right now – you must live it, own it, and especially don’t let other people’s opinions distract you from your path.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/2299152911422402283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/06/15things-to-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/2299152911422402283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/2299152911422402283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/06/15things-to-give-up.html' title='15THINGS TO GIVE UP...'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-8783465017504176836</id><published>2012-05-07T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T07:39:28.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Is Quiet Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The world gets too quiet sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;
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All sounds fades away to a dull roar, all mixed together, and images move in slow motion, their colors muted. It is in these moments that I create my own world, and it&#39;s a dangerous world, for in it, anything can happen, and I am powerless to stop it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes is can be wonderful. I have the most amazing daydreams, dreams of meeting the perfect guy, falling in love, growing up and having a family. I dream of saving the world and of making movies. I dream of traveling. I dream of death.&lt;/div&gt;
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For me, death is everything. It is all I want and all I fear. It is terrifyingly imminent and yet it seems so far away that I grasp at it only to have it dance from my fingertips. Sometimes I dream of car crashes or of drive-by shootings. I dream of dragging a blade across my wrists, throat, chest; pulling a trigger to bury a bullet in my brain. I dream of tall cliffs and of fast-moving trains; I dream of drowning and falling and burning and everything in between. My dreams scare me. My dreams keep me going.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, at night, when my paranoia kicks in really bad, the only way I can relax myself enough to fall asleep is to remind myself that even if someone were to kill me in the night, it would be okay, because I want to die anyway.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/8783465017504176836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/world-is-quiet-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/8783465017504176836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/8783465017504176836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/world-is-quiet-here.html' title='The World Is Quiet Here'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-7377508955570602809</id><published>2012-05-07T07:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T07:35:46.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on after love has gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #555555; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter how young or old you are, anybody can love and anybody can have their heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;After recently having my heart TRULY broken for the first time, I&#39;ve realised that all the quotes that I&#39;ve read on heartbreak, all the reactions to heartbreak you see in films, all the lyrics you hear in songs about heartbreak - they&#39;re all true, down to a tee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;You can never under estimate how much power loving someone can have over you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Since going through my break up, and still going through it, I&#39;ve realised how slow time goes now that I&#39;m not spending it with him. Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days, days turn to months, and so on and so forth. My beds completely cold compared to the warmth it used to have in it every night, all of a sudden a - smaller than - double bed, feels like a - bigger than - king size bed. And all of a sudden, it seems like I&#39;ve lost my whole meaning to life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;How? How can i possibly lose meaning to my life at the age of 19?! I&#39;m 19 years old and I&#39;m going through heartbreak as though I&#39;ve just been widowed by a man that I&#39;d been married to for the best part of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;ve realised,I&#39;m too young to just pause my life just because one person, one boy, has left me. Why should my friends have to lose out on my personality just because of the way HE has made me feel? Why should my family walk on egg shells around me because of the way HE hurt my feelings? Why should I feel like I&#39;ve lost the best part of my life when he&#39;s having the time of his life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Your destiny lies in NO-ONE. If people leave you, they are meant to leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;As much as you may not want it to be over, that person is just not meant to have that connection to you in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: lightsalmon; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 1.5; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Love is just a part of life, not the main priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/7377508955570602809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-goes-on-after-love-has-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7377508955570602809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7377508955570602809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-goes-on-after-love-has-gone.html' title='Life goes on after love has gone'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-8218664709256329765</id><published>2012-05-04T05:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T05:04:38.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 4, 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;An idea of a rather horrible realization have dawned upon me when I have thought of what it was actually like to feel lonely. I know there had been so many perceptions and explanations around and I have even said my own piece for the respective subject in the past but I have always been so eager throughout whenever this is always being brought upon. And maybe, this is one of those times that I have finally figured it all out with an adult point of view. Loneliness, for me, is a state of mental illness one holds no complete authority or any cure for. It always has its stinging feeling that goes down beneath our skins and slides down to our very bones, and sometimes, we would never know how much it is actually hurting until it demands us to have it felt. And sure it gives us no pain coming from a physical damage or sudden impacts but the antagonizing effect brought through the emotional approach beats the hell of all the physical pain combined. It knocks us off our feet and sometimes, it tests our threshold for pain that eventually dictates us how much we’re surviving through the times of torturing. It makes us loathe ourselves while at the same trying to think of a way on how are we gonna get through the hell of it all. But this has always been a rather inescapable temporary prison of some sort. And you can never get out until it declares that it’s finally done with you. So we try to keep ourselves sane, think of the other things and will ourselves away from it. But no matter how hard we try to do the best that we can, it keeps haunting us over and over again. So being the humans we are, we sometimes cross the line to insanity and go through the edge of our madness. And this horrible realization sometimes makes us think how awful we’ve gone throughout the course of time. It gives us the sense of disgust toward ourselves, makes us sick of our lives and we eventually develop the hate and envy towards the people around us who are not lonely. So at some points we grow weary and desperate of our lives that we eventually lose hope of getting through the phase of loneliness. But things are always temporary, so maybe, we only have to keep moving, continue embracing the painful truth and live with it, and when the time comes that it sets us free, that’s when we set no standards in our lives and allow every single person in.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/8218664709256329765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/may-4-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/8218664709256329765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/8218664709256329765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/may-4-2012.html' title='May 4, 2012'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoq7p0TtaTyEcBA3ozEiCYgyC1WaWn4W63iL5z3XW_ZPj9cBNYK5iCZlRkb_lP-YQnWgrNzK2riWsFCZyWMmgi74uhDlWzw5rBSLN7sGhkDdRU5d7ls8H-_7NaR-vWIeFz4addlWXv1g/s72-c/tumblr_m3cl9pte3r1qbe23wo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-5529490625126701638</id><published>2012-05-04T04:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T04:43:20.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina&#39;s Site: Dear Loneliness,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/dear-loneliness.html#links&quot;&gt;Katrina&#39;s Site: Dear Loneliness,&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5529490625126701638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/katrinas-site-dear-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5529490625126701638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5529490625126701638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/05/katrinas-site-dear-loneliness.html' title='Katrina&#39;s Site: Dear Loneliness,'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-4541460035997487770</id><published>2012-05-04T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T04:41:48.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Loneliness,</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I don’t actually let people know this, but being alone and lonely gets to me more than I like to admit. I am used to it though, towards some point. But it is when I stop and think about it, I see how much it hurts me. How I just sit there, wishing someone was there with me. Sitting alone in a room, it’s hard. Be it online or in real life. It makes you start thinking, unless you distract yourself to the point where you ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;
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But that doesn’t make the pain go away, the demons that start to enter your mind where you tried so hard to hide them and gag them. In fact, sometimes I think the more you are alone, the more they fight. The more you start thinking about them. So instead of thinking of my own, I am typing all this down, in hopes it will help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We all have demons, we all have nightmares, and…or at least I hope, we all try to fight them. Sometimes we get up, and stay strong. And then there are the days where you just fall and can’t get up from their taunting words. The damaging words. The words that cause your soul to cry out in pain, hoping someone will hear it…and that they will help save you. Or at least…make the pain, the terror, the words, and the loneliness…go away, even if it is for a moment. A moment of relief is…wonderful. But then you can’t help start thinking when the next time the pain will come. When it will get worse again. When those demons will return, stronger than ever, ready to take you down to your personal Hell, and make you so bad that you can’t get up again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I hate to say this…but there has been so much shit in my life…I try so hard to be positive, I try to let people know that I’ll be okay. Or that I am okay. I hardly ever let them know how badly I am doing. I’m worse off than how people know. How can I physically fight a battle when I’ve been fighting it and mental/emotional issues for years? I’m exhausted. I’m tired of fighting. I am tired of being the strong one. I am just…oh so tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am also alone. And lonely. Surround by people, but yet…so lonely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Guess that is what God/Fate/Life/Whatever decided to give me…and I don’t know how much more I can take of it. I hardly have enough fight in me left. Guess I am saving it for when I honestly need it…&lt;/div&gt;
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The Dreamer&lt;/div&gt;
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What is the purpose of life? It’s a pretty philosophical question, I know. For some, it’s just to live life to the fullest. This is great and all, but I really would like to be remembered. I want to affect other people to the point that I helped them live a better life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It really depresses me when some people just want to get by, and that’s it. That’s essentially saying that you, as a human, have no effect on the outcome of others’ lives. I see this most commonly with firm believers in fate. I believe in fate to a point, but I also think we have the ability to determine our own paths, whatever they may be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Some may say, “How the heck can I make a difference, when I just want my loved-ones to survive and have a better life than I did?” To that I say that seeing you helping and empowering others will make your loved-ones appreciate the action of helping and empowering others. If everyone just worries about their immediate families, your communities, states, countries, globe will suffer as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;
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As an end-note, embrace change. Use it to your advantage. Don’t let others tell you that changing is always a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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“Change is a triumph of humanity.” - Biz Stone of Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m so nice to everyone and allow myself to be walked all over because I just want to be remembered when everyone else goes off with the ones they love. i just want someone to think back and remember me and maybe one day when i’m all alone i’ll get a phone call from someone who chose to catch up. I know once I graduate it’ll be years and years before this happens, probably decades even, for me it’s worth it. I just want to be remembered sometime down the road. I want a positive eulogy as morbid as that sounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;There are a lot of things in my life that I’ve done wrong, decisions recklessly made, paths I thought I was in the right direction, things I have regret, people I hurt, disregard and ignored, love that I have not returned, love I wasted, questioned and denied, friendship I lost, pushed and forgotten, those hate, mistrust, anger and grudges I felt, those envy thoughts and jealousy, the bad things I’ve done, those despicable attempt,thoughts and actions I made, all those cruelty and being a snob, all those hurtful words I’ve said, all those spoiled actions, the laziness, selfishness and greed, all those loneliness and sadness, those pain I have inflicted, all those doubts, worries and fears, all those forgiveness I didn’t accept, all those feeling whatever it is I have kept, those proud gestures, hypocrisy and arrogance, my lack of faith, the hopelessness, worthlessness I felt for myself, and those nonresistance to temptation at times, all those lies and deception I created, those wrong judgement I made to others and all the other guilt and wickedness I failed to mention; despite of this things, I was loved and cared for with more than I was deserved. That is why I still was lucky to live a life like this. Somethings might be too late and a lot of things could not be undone, most of the things should be change but it won’t be fast and easy, but somethings should also be left as it is and learned to accept to move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I may not be fully satisfied of how my life had been, I may have questioned myself sometimes about how I live my life. All this dilemmas I face. All this things, Everything. This… Is the life I made and making…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I may had been down and depressed but I’m trying to hold on, I won’t let go to His Mighty Hands, I won’t try… I’ll try to do my best but I won’t promise… Because I know there are times I might waver, there are times I might feel giving up. But still I continue to believe He will be there to carry me before I do, even catch me if I’m almost falling and even rescue me if I already did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;I might not be strong and patient enough right know to endure, but I believe this plans He made for my life is filled with such wonder and beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;But just like a wide puzzle, I need to put it together correctly and find the missing pieces, I just need to be strong and patient to endure. And if I can’t find it after so long or get lost along its way, I know He will help me find the way; and if I put the wrong pieces together, I know he will lend me a hand to help. And later I know I will finish my own puzzle and see how God want’s me to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;God will always be there no matter what our imperfections… God will never let go!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/7807221048744483831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/life-i-made-and-making.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7807221048744483831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7807221048744483831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/life-i-made-and-making.html' title='The Life I made and making'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs2KMkYxwRGl3BI_74Ky9IBSOQ34BVGH_cWjL-3adPau4__RQ_fwo5KdHro0ilKiBI4Eda8fBkbRlsgRmjE0zPvQwNtI1JW39EeSZPQ4DzbxIp7Hay-VoW145xJ7Zq09gxb8igKVJKkw/s72-c/tumblr_m30kzw66G51r0q9ffo1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-5580495565689874539</id><published>2012-04-19T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T07:57:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Mature</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Maturity is the way we respond appropriately to a given situation or towards things. It does not justify the age. You cannot say that just because a person is older than you meaning that person is more matured than you. In fact now a days, we can see that those people are the ones who need to learn how to be matured. That’s why maturity is also a process. It’s not instant. There are stages that a person have to go through in order to be matured individual.&lt;/div&gt;
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Maturity does not only show physically, mentally, emotionaly but also spiritually. In order for us to grow spiritually we need to train ourselves for righteousness. We need to stop staying on our comfort zone and to move forward. We need to long for spiritual milk and not just to solid food.&lt;/div&gt;
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When we understand the Word of God and have a constant quiet time with Him and being able to relate or share the good news to other people, it helps us to train ourselves for righteousness. It helps us to stop being selfish and self-centered. And it stops us from loving the temporary things and the sinful world that we are living in now.&lt;/div&gt;
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So if you are claiming that you already a matured individual. Make sure that it can see from how you behave and also your actions because if not, you are not only lying to yourself but also to other people and to God.&lt;/div&gt;
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Matthew 6:33 “But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness and all things will be given to you”&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5580495565689874539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/be-mature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5580495565689874539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5580495565689874539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/be-mature.html' title='Be Mature'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-3937496339804124006</id><published>2012-04-14T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T03:01:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishin&#39; Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
A man was driving on along the California coast when suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, God said, &quot;Because you&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;tried to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish.&quot; The man pulled over and said, &quot;Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want.&quot; God said, &quot;Your request is&amp;nbsp;materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking; the supports required reaching the bottom of the Pacific and concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. Of course I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that could possibly&amp;nbsp;help&amp;nbsp;mankind.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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The man thought about it for a long time. Finally, he said, &quot;Lord, I wish that I and all men could understand women. I want to know how a woman feels inside, what she&#39;s thinking when she gives me the silent treatment,why she cries,what she means when she says nothing&#39; wrong, and how I can make a woman truly happy&quot;. God replied, &quot;You want two lanes or four on that bridge?&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/3937496339804124006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/wishin-impossible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3937496339804124006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3937496339804124006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/wishin-impossible.html' title='Wishin&#39; Impossible'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-589872642278531505</id><published>2012-04-14T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T02:49:12.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Hue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The British Royal Automobile Club came up with a list of what a car&#39;s&amp;nbsp;color&amp;nbsp;says about &amp;nbsp;its owner. Here is what your vehicle is telling people about you:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;GREEN:&lt;/b&gt; You&#39;re very traditional and an elitist.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;BLUE:&lt;/b&gt; You&#39;re a team player and &amp;nbsp;very sociable.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;WHITE:&lt;/b&gt; You&#39;re aloof,dutiful and methodical.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;GREY:&lt;/b&gt; You&#39;re understated and cautious.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;SILVER&lt;/b&gt;: You have a sense of style but you can be pompous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;RED:&lt;/b&gt; You&#39;re outgoing,impulsive and easily bored.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/589872642278531505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/whose-hue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/589872642278531505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/589872642278531505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/whose-hue.html' title='Whose Hue?'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAHTY6-gbVSGvcZMO0YN0Y2hR3cs1RLr5Y01Hnhsg97MapErcpOG8XVaT7mzvzUKg0HJfeVeYN2FnZacGUUw1CETOVznSDr-Ol_9HYwlO_esWuOMmmjqUgT7zlcivngOhApmOeYJ0Eiyc/s72-c/popular-car-colors.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-3297885907072489862</id><published>2012-04-14T02:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T02:41:18.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Task Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Still thinks you&#39;re an effective multi-tasker? Try this simple test:&lt;br /&gt;
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Time yourself as you create two separate lists of the letters of the alphabet and the numbers one to 26. First, alternate between the two sets of characters: A,1,B,2,C,3 and so on. Second, write out all the letters, then all the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mos t people who complete this exercise find that &amp;nbsp;switching&amp;nbsp;between the numbers and letters takes nearly twice as long- and their work is more likely to be riddled with&amp;nbsp;errors- than set of&amp;nbsp;characters&amp;nbsp;at a time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/3297885907072489862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/task-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3297885907072489862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3297885907072489862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/task-test.html' title='Task Test'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy65WlWP2HFr11ezysLUhDHXtCdWkhVA258S3F5EX9jmmBl6Sv3evuwXHCbSNuU-WKHivbwIaFh3kPtkQj6wQc5s_e4AHyjqD5wTXJe6VU0uejsJFIY0cl4CL5aTuShJvhqE4cKj9MdgE/s72-c/multi-tasking-woman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-3899538525584215096</id><published>2012-04-14T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T02:28:27.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wants vs. Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I command Rachel Sullivan on her article,&quot;Human Buyology&quot;(DECEMBER 2011). However, I am not convinced that we are powerless to resist the psychological forces at work to make us part with our hard-earned cash. Before we reach for our wallets, it helps to ask ourselves, &quot;Do I really need this or do I just want this?&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/3899538525584215096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/wants-vs-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3899538525584215096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/3899538525584215096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/wants-vs-needs.html' title='Wants vs. Needs'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv_r0trXmyWd_nw8mBGkUbpr2XdR_mWpP0oSrDs7ou05NxbuQJy5K7BR03SbGH2xe6_nrTWcfOCf3c71I5L2eInMm19AGxHm_I_OuzyP_mCn9N_D2u6DlMKDc7A2U2-zke403y50O5mQc/s72-c/Our-Wants-vs-Needs-15.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-5422458739507496242</id><published>2012-04-14T02:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-14T02:21:57.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating your Phil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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My friend, a plasterer by trade, had been working in a large private house for two days without being offered so much as a cup of tea. But his luck changed on the third day when the lady of the house called out from the kitchen &quot;Philip, there&#39;s a cup of tea and sandwich on the table for you. I have &amp;nbsp;to go out for a while&quot;. My friend finished his job,went into the kitchen and started munching. All of the sudden, he found himself &amp;nbsp;face to face with&amp;nbsp;astonished&amp;nbsp;young son son of the house,peering at him from the doorway. &quot;Is your name Philip?&quot; he asked. My friend nodded. &quot;So&#39;s mine&quot;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5422458739507496242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/eating-your-phil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5422458739507496242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5422458739507496242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/eating-your-phil.html' title='Eating your Phil'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZT0al8liqWv0dKU3UcmDrN5oyWNWGJyXFC8n6ilyAugLI7GpKtl20iH5Si_Fd8vGm5w8R9qm96M2MeMZ_ShVo8ZgKB-_s7oFHIJSZU5gSOXdrLm6ZNrFbx4x2RlW0h8CdiLERXynrVvA/s72-c/tea-sandwich.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-1357722058213704381</id><published>2012-04-05T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T03:23:09.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TILL WE MEET AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;
waiting for a star to ask&lt;br /&gt;
How I wish I could take back&lt;br /&gt;
All the things I lack&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m dreaming of sunshine in heaven&lt;br /&gt;
Hoping that all my faults be forgiven&lt;br /&gt;
But I have to pause dreaming&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I have to stop from leaving&lt;br /&gt;
Our promise is to stay forever&lt;br /&gt;
Hand in hand we&#39;ll be together&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever happens you&#39;ll be there&lt;br /&gt;
Every time, everyday, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
Without knowing you leave me with spare&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t help but cry cause it&#39;s unfair&lt;br /&gt;
My heartache led me in vain&lt;br /&gt;
Deep inside my heart I endured the pain&lt;br /&gt;
And one day I finally discovered&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s somebody else to whom you offered&lt;br /&gt;
Your love and attention is truly centered&lt;br /&gt;
Your heart and soul to whom you rendered&lt;br /&gt;
And now I have these regrets,&lt;br /&gt;
I want you to come back&lt;br /&gt;
But there is no way else&lt;br /&gt;
Just to stand-alone for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;
I hope that someday you&#39;ll come back&lt;br /&gt;
And give you heart again&lt;br /&gt;
To utter till death do us part&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;ll never break my heart&lt;br /&gt;
For I always love you&lt;br /&gt;
Let me whisper before you go&lt;br /&gt;
My love, goodbye for now&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;Till we meet again,&lt;br /&gt;
someday, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: yellow;&quot;&gt;Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/1357722058213704381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/till-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/1357722058213704381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/1357722058213704381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/04/till-we-meet-again.html' title='TILL WE MEET AGAIN'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-6961543293270559862</id><published>2012-02-21T04:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T04:30:44.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pMFhfoF8SDFHJEFGO5o3EytZe19MEpD6mjgBqSU6j0JIp9-YBvpHZHg1nsD27LYAogmnByVwBCUQQzEN3fblAye3vTxMNOqx8AnPujjJ49_a3KYasf_lrhLRAUmV-YE8mG-XFF5lWK4/s1600/IMG_3526.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pMFhfoF8SDFHJEFGO5o3EytZe19MEpD6mjgBqSU6j0JIp9-YBvpHZHg1nsD27LYAogmnByVwBCUQQzEN3fblAye3vTxMNOqx8AnPujjJ49_a3KYasf_lrhLRAUmV-YE8mG-XFF5lWK4/s320/IMG_3526.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Or perhaps even have ever met you.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;I pray to God of the highest that I could just forget you&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Maybe He will have mercy and bless me with the gift of numbness so I won’t feel my own heart beating.&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Because when I think of you I feel my heart squeeze…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;and I wish darkness would overcome me so I could just slip off to a dreamless sleep….&lt;br style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;And be able to breathe without the burden of knowing you are breathing the same air as me…&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the feeling of hopelessly being in love won’t bother me because…&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Sleep is the only place where thoughts of you won’t invade me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;because dreamless nights are nothing.&lt;br style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;There is no love, no light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;Just a black void where,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Nothing exists except the rising and falling of my chest as I inhale and exhale deeply.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Love doesn’t exist— it isn’t even a faint thought in a dreamless sleep&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/6961543293270559862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-didnt-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/6961543293270559862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/6961543293270559862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/sometimes-i-wish-i-didnt-love-you.html' title='Sometimes I wish I didn’t love you.'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_pMFhfoF8SDFHJEFGO5o3EytZe19MEpD6mjgBqSU6j0JIp9-YBvpHZHg1nsD27LYAogmnByVwBCUQQzEN3fblAye3vTxMNOqx8AnPujjJ49_a3KYasf_lrhLRAUmV-YE8mG-XFF5lWK4/s72-c/IMG_3526.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-2217237553877769520</id><published>2012-02-21T04:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T04:22:33.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid Feeling :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Maybe you won’t never read this but,When people ask me why I let you go I just smile and give a distant smile. What they don’t realize is that I still love you, I still need to get over you. They don’t know the pain I feel of trying to let you go, you left a mark on my heart. And the sad part is I realized a long time ago you would never love me the way I still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/2217237553877769520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/unsaid-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/2217237553877769520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/2217237553877769520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/unsaid-feeling.html' title='Unsaid Feeling :|'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfibY-N0XmQ8fSLf6z4TL0sUPpMQdhuMG0O01FpmTaVSWffeoqYv-AvN7eKD4b-bFCpnzhUoxPnQiG1v8Wcn8iRx_C2sbKqSn02jjbIfCPDiJLnkjyNcFEa-qm4lu9Pybit5fcOLUmgc4/s72-c/tumblr_lzoh8xusAX1rq3236o1_400.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-7964415118697349804</id><published>2012-02-21T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T04:14:11.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;Lost my dreams Life dosen’t seem so supreme … I’m lost at sea I’m serious its no one but me… These words are simple But the situation is ample… I can’t feel my heart…numb.. Feelings gone…I’m Hung on a broken heart. And my past is my only friend …my shadow. I walking alone on this mission … It’s a battle… and while I’m missing you… I’m missing out On life weeping and crying for someone to hear me out… I gotta change , be a better me and find a way out Of the blue…. This blue life …&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/7964415118697349804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/blue-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7964415118697349804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/7964415118697349804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/blue-life.html' title='Blue life.'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-6237552983143941503</id><published>2012-02-21T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T04:00:18.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Having to Move On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;February 21st, 2012&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;It is nice to know that I have good friends, but this thing where people getting asking me how am I or if I am okay is starting to get on my nervous. I don’t like to constantly be reminded of why I might not be okay. Don’t people understand I fight every second to not think about it. It is still hard seeing them together, but it is nice that he is a least considerate enough to tone it down in front of me, because he doesn’t have to if he didn’t want to. I went running again today, it is nice to be by myself for awhile and be thoughtless. I have an entire paper to write tonight, so I guess that is good, it will provide me with a little distraction.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/6237552983143941503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-of-having-to-move-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/6237552983143941503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/6237552983143941503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/story-of-having-to-move-on.html' title='The Story of Having to Move On'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-9069148209818121691</id><published>2012-02-20T02:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T02:19:20.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ Edward Abbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkUBKa79FgjfU1bk58GDhR-R1fVEcAK6xuGLgwoH3AxqKepiTAtZFggcSE0nOC3jHuzoAmcudLQ_dtEGc-tA-pRIqNUW7qQ74PDQaHpfBWcU7maDdlxX_uyYVAJclSd-1hFmZnG76rmo/s1600/tumblr_lzn3rwkHHR1qez6lno1_500.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkUBKa79FgjfU1bk58GDhR-R1fVEcAK6xuGLgwoH3AxqKepiTAtZFggcSE0nOC3jHuzoAmcudLQ_dtEGc-tA-pRIqNUW7qQ74PDQaHpfBWcU7maDdlxX_uyYVAJclSd-1hFmZnG76rmo/s320/tumblr_lzn3rwkHHR1qez6lno1_500.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/9069148209818121691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/edward-abbey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/9069148209818121691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/9069148209818121691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/edward-abbey.html' title='~~ Edward Abbey'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtkUBKa79FgjfU1bk58GDhR-R1fVEcAK6xuGLgwoH3AxqKepiTAtZFggcSE0nOC3jHuzoAmcudLQ_dtEGc-tA-pRIqNUW7qQ74PDQaHpfBWcU7maDdlxX_uyYVAJclSd-1hFmZnG76rmo/s72-c/tumblr_lzn3rwkHHR1qez6lno1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-5748092289077467496</id><published>2012-02-20T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T02:18:16.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~ Steve Harvey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cTct7oFDJsTYt-sA4haCJjmMR0DioAyX7RIUYP0RGKFbqKbpQ6hwRs8cLYFy7JByhzTjrJPdtmO2yPX9Qj95DEdnhaUKSO4H30_X0qRW6cnZ4EV_Iqjvn00_ToPzi-R8f9TAUvJEf-8/s1600/tumblr_lzn4sbOl401qez6lno1_500.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cTct7oFDJsTYt-sA4haCJjmMR0DioAyX7RIUYP0RGKFbqKbpQ6hwRs8cLYFy7JByhzTjrJPdtmO2yPX9Qj95DEdnhaUKSO4H30_X0qRW6cnZ4EV_Iqjvn00_ToPzi-R8f9TAUvJEf-8/s320/tumblr_lzn4sbOl401qez6lno1_500.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love—it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet and unconditional. Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or demand. If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just aren’t any more words left to say, encourage you when you’re at rock bottom and think there just isn’t any way out, hold you in her arms when you’re sick, and laugh with you when you’re up. And if you’re her man and that woman loves you—I mean really loves you?—she will shine you up when you’re dusty, encourage you when you’re down, defend you even when she’s not so sure you were right, and hang on your every word, even when you’re not saying anything worth listening to. And no matter what you do, no matter how many times her friends say you’re no good, no matter how many times you slam the door on the relationship, she will give you her very best and then some, and keep right on trying to win over your heart, even when you act like everything she’s done to convince you she’s The One just isn’t good enough.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;That’s a woman’s love—it stands the test of time, logic, and all circumstance. ”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/5748092289077467496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/steve-harvey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5748092289077467496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/5748092289077467496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/steve-harvey.html' title='~~ Steve Harvey'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cTct7oFDJsTYt-sA4haCJjmMR0DioAyX7RIUYP0RGKFbqKbpQ6hwRs8cLYFy7JByhzTjrJPdtmO2yPX9Qj95DEdnhaUKSO4H30_X0qRW6cnZ4EV_Iqjvn00_ToPzi-R8f9TAUvJEf-8/s72-c/tumblr_lzn4sbOl401qez6lno1_500.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4019005407572816586.post-4633949715808455158</id><published>2012-02-20T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T02:08:00.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIYIeps8tP74KW4dtEqtPHf5qJRi4PJdznvHV96WGUHn_SA7W-vG1ZcYgxeY58BCIStotDon8OzY7k2CcP8YlFFgNNXA2FgS3oSyYFwHVOx8Zbg_YpUzsfC0Elh1uHvh2iDeyK7b77ks/s1600/tumblr_lzn7mbT2Es1qez6lno1_400.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;299&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIYIeps8tP74KW4dtEqtPHf5qJRi4PJdznvHV96WGUHn_SA7W-vG1ZcYgxeY58BCIStotDon8OzY7k2CcP8YlFFgNNXA2FgS3oSyYFwHVOx8Zbg_YpUzsfC0Elh1uHvh2iDeyK7b77ks/s320/tumblr_lzn7mbT2Es1qez6lno1_400.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;&quot;&gt;~~ Elizabeth Gilbert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/feeds/4633949715808455158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/soulmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/4633949715808455158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4019005407572816586/posts/default/4633949715808455158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerkatrina.blogspot.com/2012/02/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate'/><author><name>Katrina Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10446899552141798465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3uLzhalWbemFeLe-rzdK9-mgGozyO72EFXGpd2b4djTqqOMQTsCNuWGnVXCAMbilloKVQ7csTP82AVCLNrYlrmtNPAePN58TYWOZYn-WfoxnsPiBhyh-ikQOmn90Iw/s220/316646_250217375019549_100000938651430_678312_2078990805_n_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIYIeps8tP74KW4dtEqtPHf5qJRi4PJdznvHV96WGUHn_SA7W-vG1ZcYgxeY58BCIStotDon8OzY7k2CcP8YlFFgNNXA2FgS3oSyYFwHVOx8Zbg_YpUzsfC0Elh1uHvh2iDeyK7b77ks/s72-c/tumblr_lzn7mbT2Es1qez6lno1_400.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>