<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792</id><updated>2026-07-24T13:05:20.236+07:00</updated><category term="self talking"/><category term="love"/><category term="introverts"/><category term="Life in Singapore"/><category term="low feeling"/><category term="happy"/><category term="psychology facts"/><category term="family"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="happiness"/><category term="grateful"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="book lovers"/><category term="broken heart"/><category term="daily life"/><category term="arm candy"/><category term="hatred"/><category term="morning"/><category term="mustache"/><category term="myths about introverts"/><category term="new year 2012"/><category term="positivity"/><category term="pschology"/><category term="sad"/><category term="2012"/><category term="Andreas Yonas"/><category term="C.S. 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I consider myself lucky when the ratio is only between two weeks to a month, compared to other engineers that can take months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, it is still hurt sending him off for a period of time. But, I hope he knows that I always support him in whatever positive things he does. My prayers and thoughts are always with him, so God will guide him safe and sound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that is all that I&#39;d like to share, I got a lot of house chores to do :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/8788140113878519360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/8788140113878519360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2015/09/see-you-again.html' title='See you again'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-3134087010820656081</id><published>2015-05-17T23:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2015-05-17T23:19:50.326+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it go</title><content type='html'>Let it go. Whatever it is that you wake up thinking about. Whatever feeling you get when you see their face, just let it go. What’s good is good and what’s bad is bad and the world isn’t as grey as we make it seem when everything falls apart. We mix the good and the bad, but that’s not how it works. People love you or they don’t. And when they don’t, just let it go. Things go smoothly or terribly wrong. And when it makes you sad, let it go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/3134087010820656081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/3134087010820656081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2015/05/let-it-go.html' title='Let it go'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-5384786757222719471</id><published>2015-03-20T09:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2015-03-20T09:43:42.296+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage life</title><content type='html'>I felt only what I had always felt in his presence - love and aching awe and gratitude for him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5384786757222719471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5384786757222719471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2015/03/marriage-life.html' title='Marriage life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-6148012239231809094</id><published>2015-03-20T09:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2015-03-20T09:41:24.588+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positive thinking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="positivity"/><title type='text'>Practicing to be always in &quot;present&quot;</title><content type='html'>My life is my practice. My spiritual practice does not occur someplace other than in my life right now and my life is nowhere other than where I am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am looking for answers, insights and wisdom that I already possess. I will live my life in front of me, be the life I am and see what I can find out for my own self.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/6148012239231809094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/6148012239231809094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2015/03/practicing-to-be-always-in-present.html' title='Practicing to be always in &quot;present&quot;'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-4890737711909879318</id><published>2015-02-23T15:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2015-02-23T15:20:21.224+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day! </title><content type='html'>Moving is a bonding experience, to say the least. The whole process has been a headache, at times, but I think, Yonas and I really enjoyed it. From all the jokes that burst out into teary laughs and the stressful moment assembling the furniture and the choices of different colors. I can&#39;t imagine doing any of this with anyone else but him. Life is really, really fun when you marry your best friend. All is right.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bless this house as we come and go&lt;br /&gt;
Bless this house as the children grow&lt;br /&gt;
Bless our families when they gather in&lt;br /&gt;
Bless this house with love and friends&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankful for this life. Eager to see how this new chapter in our love story unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;i&gt;Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows&quot; - James 1:17&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/4890737711909879318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/4890737711909879318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2015/02/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day! '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-1659685352008908092</id><published>2014-11-07T16:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2015-02-05T12:54:36.363+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quote"/><title type='text'>He will make it better</title><content type='html'>I remember when I first fell in love with my husband now; it was a very scary feeling, as I had managed to elude love, hatred and in between for the entirety of my life before him. I specifically remember the transition from when I felt so empty and did not believe the word love itself and when I began to love him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He went from being someone who made me smile, laugh to being the greatest catalyst of happiness and joy in my life. He went from a cool looking guy (oh yes, he&#39;s an engineer *wink) to the most important person in my life. He went from my crush to the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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You may experience love differently and the word &quot;love&quot; itself is extremely subjective, but I say for certain that anyone who&#39;s experienced it knows it is the best feeling ever and it is hard to remember how I lived without him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about before I go to sleep. When something good happens to me, he is the first person I want to tell and when something bad happens to me, I look to him for his support.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is now my husband and he has some imperfections. But to me, it means that he&#39;s unique and I love his imperfections. When I tease him, he thinks I am making fun of him, but I am truly just admiring him. I accept his faults.&lt;br /&gt;
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So do I. I have so much room for improvement. Being in love will force me to work on these things. I want to be the best version of myself for the person I love. I am better person now than I was before I met him.&lt;br /&gt;
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And finally, after all of these long journeys. I married my best friend. I feel like, together, I can take on the world. As Childish Gambino said, &quot;When I&#39;m alone, I&#39;d rather be with you.&quot; Seeing my husband is always the highlight of my day and I never truly get tired of him. No matter how great my day might be going, my husband will make it better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1659685352008908092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1659685352008908092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/11/he-will-make-it-better.html' title='He will make it better'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-2679878672200026351</id><published>2014-11-06T13:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2014-11-06T13:58:53.127+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="karma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="karma is a bitch"/><title type='text'>Let it will serve you the revenge that you deserve </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Karma comes after everyone eventually. You can&#39;t get away with screwing people over your whole life, I don&#39;t care who you are. What goes around comes around. That&#39;s how it works. Sooner or later the universe will serve you the revenge that you deserve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2679878672200026351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2679878672200026351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/11/let-it-will-serve-you-revenge-that-you.html' title='Let it will serve you the revenge that you deserve '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-5119480395665350329</id><published>2014-11-03T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2014-11-03T10:43:26.252+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letter to husband"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>I Found This Letter For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;background: white; line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;
By the time you read this, he&#39;s already become my husband and I just wanna share with you the letter for him, a night before the holy matrimony.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Dear Yonas, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This isn’t the first letter I’ve written for you, I remember I
made those handmade cards when I was still in Singapore while you were in
Jakarta. This may be the first one I’m sharing the letter to others, but I want
you to know I’ve been thinking of you for some time now. Years ago I always
thought that I would never find someone and I’d be totally bummed out, writing
this letter as I sat on my backyard porch crying salty tears into a liter of
cheap red wine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I wondered what you’d look like, the things we’d do, the places
we’d go. I wrote to you in my head. I wanted you to know me, the me before you,
the me before we became an &lt;i&gt;us.&lt;/i&gt; I
thought that was important and I think the people we are before we become an &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt; is irrelevant. Having said that, I
don’t mean it is unimportant, because the people we were and the choices we
made, both good and bad, are what brought us to each other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I understand now that the important factor is the person who we
are now, the person we will be in the future. In not-so-distant future, you
will be my husband (That word &lt;i&gt;husband&lt;/i&gt;
makes my heart swells – in a good way). Honestly, writing this letter feels
slightly awkward, too many mixed-feelings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;You are the realist and I am a control freak, hippie-food-eating, traveler-wannabe,
sort of woman who’s learned to hold tight everything but apparent security
and.. and always has a confused half-frown face questioning everything while
holding my cup of tea. But I’m going to jump in your shoes and as much as my
purplish-colored glasses would want to believe, I know that marriage won’t
always be easy. You mention, we will have our ups and downs; perfect moments
and our trying moments. I know that throughout our life together we will be
faced with situations we might now have faced before (like consuming Primolut N
– &lt;i&gt;Jesus! I’m scared&lt;/i&gt;).&amp;nbsp; I know there will be situations where we
might not like about decisions or actions the other person chooses. I can
accept this. I figure instead of being anxious about it, I might as well
embrace it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;As I acknowledge these things, I want you to know the most
important thing, no matter what happens in our life, I will always aim to be
the kindest wife, best friend, and most caring partner as possible as I can be.
I can’t promise you that I will &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt;
be kind. I can’t promise you that I will &lt;i&gt;always
&lt;/i&gt;be patient and &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;sulk. I
can’t promise you that I’ll &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; say
things I don’t truly mean. However, I can promise you that I will always try to
put my love for you before any other emotions. I can promise you to always put
our family first. Last, I want you to know that no matter what our future has
for us, I will show up every day ready to take on our life together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;You give me real love, real fulfillment, the thing that isn’t the
way it looks in the movies. When I was desperately incomplete and unhappy, you
came into my life and magically make my life whole and I’m like - &lt;i&gt;Tom Cruise jumping on the couch&lt;/i&gt; -
excited to face the world with you! (while having my diamond rock on my right
hand, two charming young Chinese Ralph Lauren model-looking kids and will be
living in the suburbs with a pug and new Volkswagen beetle - kiddin! hmm no, I mean it!). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s been awhile since the last period of time I was intensely writing everything. There&#39;s a lot in my plate and I need to focus both on my work and my wedding prep.&lt;br /&gt;
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She acts like nothing is wrong, but maybe she&#39;s just really good at lying.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Do not try to be pretty. You weren’t meant to be pretty; you were meant to burn down the earth and graffiti the sky. Don’t let anyone ever simplify you to just “pretty&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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mungkin karena laper aja jadi sensitif..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But I feel I nearly reach the bottom, everything is already in its peak..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hope I still have enough faith..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2736006990171919962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2736006990171919962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/07/blog-post_31.html' title='...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-5873458530381818020</id><published>2014-07-24T11:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-07-24T11:39:09.729+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Spin again</title><content type='html'>She was lost and did not know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
Her world stopped and crashed.&lt;br /&gt;
Until he walked in, unaware that he would be the reason her world would slowly start to spin again.&lt;br /&gt;
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He surprised me by sending a bouquet of soft pink roses to my office today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you for the loving me and receiving my love in return.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love you much, Yonas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don&#39;t feel that way. Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me when I don&#39;t feel like going to parties or working on big teams or being the center of attention. And oh, brainstorming, I hate those sessions like I wanna just go home and die. I also see my friends wondering what is wrong with me when I want to stay in. I see them collaborating on projects together, I also see them being so alive when they have brainstorm sessions and wonder if there&#39;s something wrong with me because I prefer to shut my mouth and prefer to work alone. All I can take at least some solace in knowing that I&#39;m not alone and I&#39;m not the only one who feels the way I feel.&lt;br&gt;
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I&#39;ve been writing a lot about my own self being an introvert in this blog and being an introvert doesn&#39;t mean I don&#39;t enjoy going out or having friends or being the center of attention once in a while.&lt;br&gt;
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If I&#39;m going to work on a team, don&#39;t ask me to brainstorm with you as I won&#39;t come up with anything useful *grin. Maybe you can leave me alone to think awhile and you might be surprised at what I can accomplish.&lt;br&gt;
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Well, that are things that I&#39;m still struggling on these days. I live in a bunch of extroverts and I don&#39;t know yet how to stay alive in this situation :| They suck up my energy and I feel so drained. People might think that I&#39;m anti social, I&#39;m not. I just gain my strength and value close relationships.&lt;br&gt;
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Good day, everyone.&lt;br&gt;
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Like they say..&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 34px;&quot;&gt;&quot;There is great value in being alone. And handling it well is a beautiful thing.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5184662054155867558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5184662054155867558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/04/being-happily-alone.html' title='Being Happily Alone'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-2902032126976225236</id><published>2014-04-01T17:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2014-04-01T17:01:32.779+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="disappointment"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><title type='text'>Quite Sad</title><content type='html'>It is quite sad knowing that you can do so much more but you are not given any opportunity to do it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2902032126976225236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/2902032126976225236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/04/quite-sad.html' title='Quite Sad'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-3898737268713311909</id><published>2014-03-25T09:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-25T09:37:16.128+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unfriend"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="unshare"/><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>For those who I&#39;ve unshared, unfriended and I don&#39;t choose to be near with,&lt;br /&gt;
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I know myself very well, and I know we don&#39;t have that chemistry. I choose my own friends and I disclose my life stories to several people that I trust.&lt;br /&gt;
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By this, I am happier each day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/3898737268713311909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/3898737268713311909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/03/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-5262935774352337674</id><published>2014-03-24T18:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-24T18:45:48.906+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><title type='text'>I just can&#39;t find it</title><content type='html'>And I feel so weird. Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don&#39;t belong here. It is me that is out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there&#39;s somewhere I do belong, but I just can&#39;t find it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5262935774352337674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5262935774352337674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/03/i-just-cant-find-it.html' title='I just can&#39;t find it'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-5344681092791030697</id><published>2014-03-19T16:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-03-19T16:39:09.044+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>Believe, no matter what you&#39;re going through,&lt;br /&gt;
God is be with you.&lt;br /&gt;
- NN</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5344681092791030697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/5344681092791030697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/03/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-1729121967676925884</id><published>2014-02-27T09:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2014-02-27T09:26:36.942+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Nervous</title><content type='html'>It is exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.&lt;div&gt;
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Counting months to the big day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1729121967676925884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1729121967676925884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/02/nervous.html' title='Nervous'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-6992158101999551217</id><published>2014-02-27T09:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-02-27T09:08:03.335+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s Okay</title><content type='html'>I am responsible for my own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
I am the only person who can make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;
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However,&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s okay to feel the things that I feel.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s okay to cry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/6992158101999551217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/6992158101999551217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/02/its-okay.html' title='It&#39;s Okay'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-1048319436804070308</id><published>2014-01-05T20:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2014-01-06T09:02:30.893+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry </title><content type='html'>It&#39;s nice when he stays up late just to talk to me before he falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1048319436804070308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/1048319436804070308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-4310281575932478781</id><published>2014-01-01T08:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-01-01T21:20:54.926+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grateful"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="new year"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self talking"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wishes"/><title type='text'>2013 was incredible! Let&amp;#39;s rock 2014!</title><content type='html'>I’ve always written in journals, shot photos, kept blogs - I don’t mind looking back, on both the good and the bad. Live, learn, and move forward. In retrospect, 2013 was an incredible year; the year of changes and growth.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m proud of the achievement I got and the opportunities I was given. I feel fortunate for everything I did, new people I met, and the good friendships that were strengthened. I really have the best friends, and constantly feel inspired by the people I surround myself with. And of course, my engagement and my new family ❤&lt;/div&gt;
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And while 2013 was great, I always ring in the New Year knowing the next is only going to be better than the last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Have a blast!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/4310281575932478781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/4310281575932478781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/01/2013-was-incredible-let-rock-2014.html' title='2013 was incredible! Let&amp;#39;s rock 2014!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5995513721977452792.post-8612947448963442093</id><published>2014-01-01T08:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2014-01-01T08:14:27.825+07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2014, my love!</title><content type='html'>When you smiled, you had my undivided attention.&lt;div&gt;When you laughed, you had my urge to laugh with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you cried, you had my urge to hold you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you said you love me, you had my heart like forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year 2014! This year shall rock. God be with and guide both of us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, my dearest, my only one, Yonas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/8612947448963442093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5995513721977452792/posts/default/8612947448963442093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lievekathy.blogspot.com/2014/01/happy-new-year-2014-my-love.html' title='Happy New Year 2014, my love!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00056699118026595106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>