<?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-953379741409315776</id><updated>2024-08-31T07:03:02.418-07:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="love"/><category term="fear"/><category term="peace"/><category term="Advice"/><category term="freedom"/><category term="heart"/><category term="of"/><category term="twitter"/><category term="you"/><category term="Barratt"/><category term="Grant"/><category term="Memmorries must never be Forgotten"/><category term="R.I.P"/><category term="RIP"/><category term="Rest"/><category term="Rest in Peace"/><category term="Sever"/><category term="Sever Grant Barratt"/><category term="carefree"/><category term="caring"/><category term="change"/><category term="child"/><category term="childhood"/><category term="childish"/><category term="dear Mom"/><category term="dreams"/><category term="emotion"/><category term="eyes"/><category term="faith"/><category term="follow"/><category term="for"/><category term="friends"/><category term="full"/><category term="fun"/><category term="ghost"/><category term="gifts"/><category term="god"/><category term="haunt"/><category term="heartache"/><category term="high"/><category term="i love you"/><category term="infinite"/><category term="is"/><category term="joy"/><category term="lessons"/><category term="loving"/><category term="mother"/><category term="my"/><category term="natural"/><category term="others"/><category term="ourselves"/><category term="past"/><category term="people"/><category term="possibilities"/><category term="praise"/><category term="prayer"/><category term="pumpkins"/><category term="pure"/><category term="sad"/><category term="sing"/><category term="soul"/><category term="stars"/><category term="start"/><category term="thank you"/><category term="theresa"/><category term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Faded Memories by Phillip Michaels</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where emotions come alive</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-4250400954888880615</id><published>2014-04-02T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-04-02T05:03:50.970-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Barratt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Grant"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="R.I.P"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rest"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rest in Peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RIP"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sever"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sever Grant Barratt"/><title type='text'>SEVER GRANT BARRATT</title><content type='html'>Dear Sever Grant Barratt,
Today i found out that i lost one of thee most best friends and my heart is torn in millions of pieces as my mind replay the memories we had over and over, the sound of your voice echoes with the ideas we shared and our interesting debates and opinions on art your written art and your extensive vocabulary. word cannot describe what i&#39;m going through. The thought of saying good-bye does not seem like reality and the words I&#39;ll miss you does not justify how i feel right now....therefore i will not say good-bye or i&#39;ll miss you instead i&#39;ll keep you and the memories of and with you, alive in my heart forever until i meet you again...All my love goes to your family and those whose lives you&#39;ve touch in your unique way. love you bro always and for ever kido. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/4250400954888880615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/4250400954888880615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4250400954888880615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4250400954888880615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2014/04/sever-grant-barratt.html' title='SEVER GRANT BARRATT'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-7708899889794502177</id><published>2014-03-10T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2014-03-10T23:43:14.012-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="follow"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thank you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube"/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Dear bloggies

Thank you for your support reading my blog over the years

I love you all 

Please don&#39;t forget to to subscribe to our youtube channel and to follow us on twitter

Love 
Phil
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/7708899889794502177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/7708899889794502177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7708899889794502177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7708899889794502177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2014/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-6279498442369107998</id><published>2013-12-31T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-12-31T11:08:27.969-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dear Mom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="i love you"/><title type='text'>Dear Mommy</title><content type='html'>Dear  Mommy today mark 14 years, that you have past on, and not a day goes past that i do not morn your passing, i reminisce on all the moments we shared all through our childhood whether they were good, bad, happy or sad, for all of these memories is now all that i have.

there i days that i miss you so much and no-one seem to understand why i keep them at hand.

every year i isolate my self from the friends and family  just so that i can light i candle for you on this day,

I would like to tell you about life since you have been gone and i&#39;m pretty sure that you know all these things as you watch over us.

First of all you have a beautiful grandson named Aimar and looks so very much just like you the more i look at him the more i see you smiling back at me.

Dad misses you just as must but you know him and He&#39;ll never admit it tho but deep down i know he wish you were at his side, my brother on the other hand has turned into a fine man and you&#39;d be so proud of him, he has a beautiful lady in his life which is also the mother to you grandson.

i in turn have a shop of my own which takes most of my time but i love it every second.

Life has not been easy since your passing... i am writing this as it is the only way i know how to put what i feel inside  out there and giving it a voice and knowing that i find relief, every day feels like you have just gone away on a business trip or like a holiday and all i want is for you to return as you have been gone for far to long, just the other night i even  dream&#39;t that you were alive and then reality kicked in when i arose from my dream, i tried to go back just to spend more time with you... I LOVE YOU so very much and MISS YOU with all my heart, for i have lost my everything, i miss the sound of your laughter and your voice,

life sometimes gets unbearable and all i want to do is to run to you knowing everything will be just fine.

Love you always and forever mommy, may God grant your soul peace as you accompany him in heaven, someday we will  meet again, but for now in my heart and memory you&#39;ll remain

All my Love
Your Son 
Phillip  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/6279498442369107998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/6279498442369107998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6279498442369107998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6279498442369107998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2013/12/dear-mommy.html' title='Dear Mommy'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-6613400262773959207</id><published>2009-08-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:29:17.787-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="twitter"/><title type='text'>Are you on Twitter?</title><content type='html'>Click on the image below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://revtwt.com/index.php?id=36388&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://revtwt.com/images/TwtAd_referral02.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/6613400262773959207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/6613400262773959207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6613400262773959207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6613400262773959207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-you-on-twitter.html' title='Are you on Twitter?'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-587590373149902604</id><published>2009-08-14T00:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:51:41.939-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freedom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gifts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="god"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infinite"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mother"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="possibilities"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="praise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="soul"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theresa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you"/><title type='text'>St. Theresa&#39;s Prayer</title><content type='html'>Okay, I picked my blog to connect with several people whom I thought would DO this. You are all people who do little things every day to help others. I hope I chose the right method. Please send this back to me at criebo@gmail.com (You&#39;ll see why).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In case anyone is interested, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways. Meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love. She is also the patron Saint of flower growers and florists. She is represented by roses. May everyone be blessed who receives this message.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Theresa&#39;s Prayer cannot be deleted. REMEMBER to make a wish before you read the poem. That&#39;s all you have to do. There is nothing attached. Just send this to other people and let me know what happens on the fourth day. Sorry you have to forward the message, but try not to break this, please. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suggestion: copy and paste rather than forward to protect email addresses and access to e-virus. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Did you make a wish?) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If you don&#39;t make a wish, it won&#39;t come true. Last chance to make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
St. Theresa&#39;s Prayer: &lt;br /&gt;
May today there be peace within. &lt;br /&gt;
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;
May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. &lt;br /&gt;
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. &lt;br /&gt;
May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into our bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is there for each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now, send this to people within the next 5 minutes and your wish will come true. And remember to send this back...I count as 1...you&#39;ll see why</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/587590373149902604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/587590373149902604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/587590373149902604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/587590373149902604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-i-picked-my-blog-to-connect-with.html' title='St. Theresa&#39;s Prayer'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-7144615595991241080</id><published>2009-08-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:34:42.369-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="high"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="start"/><title type='text'>LIfes&#39; Natural Highs</title><content type='html'>1.  Being in love. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.  Laughing so hard your face hurts. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3.  A hot shower. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4.  No queues at the supermarket. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5.  Taking a drive on a pretty road. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6.  Hearing your favourite song on the radio. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7.  Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.  Hot towels fresh out of the dryer. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9.  Chocolate milkshake ... (or vanilla ... or strawberry!) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10.  A bubble bath. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11.  Giggling. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12.  A good conversation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13.  Finding a £20 note in your coat from last winter. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.  Running through sprinklers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15.  Laughing for absolutely no reason at all. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16.  Having someone tell you that you&#39;re beautiful. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17.  Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18.  Waking up and realising you still have a few hours left to sleep. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19.  Making new friends or spending time with old ones. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20.  Having someone play with your hair. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21.  Sweet dreams.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22.  Making eye contact with a cute stranger. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23.  Holding hands with someone you care about. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24.  Running into an old friend and realising that some things (good or bad) never change.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25.  Watching the expression on someone&#39;s face as they open a much-desired present from you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26.  Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27.  Knowing that somebody misses you.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28.  Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29.  Knowing you&#39;ve done the right thing, no matter what other people think.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/7144615595991241080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/7144615595991241080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7144615595991241080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7144615595991241080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-natural-highs.html' title='LIfes&#39; Natural Highs'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-457138585337970752</id><published>2009-08-08T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:46:18.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMALE FANS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i26.tinypic.com/29cm4ie.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/457138585337970752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/457138585337970752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/457138585337970752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/457138585337970752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/female-fans.html' title='FEMALE FANS'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i26.tinypic.com/29cm4ie_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-4120568679122954685</id><published>2009-08-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:43:27.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALL BANNER AD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i32.tinypic.com/33fdxzc.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/4120568679122954685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/4120568679122954685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4120568679122954685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4120568679122954685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/wall-banner-ad.html' title='WALL BANNER AD'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i32.tinypic.com/33fdxzc_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-7204217828829768083</id><published>2009-08-08T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:40:52.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUDIO PICTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://tinypic.com&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i32.tinypic.com/bhcnt.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Image and video hosting by TinyPic&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/7204217828829768083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/7204217828829768083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7204217828829768083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/7204217828829768083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/studio-picture.html' title='STUDIO PICTURE'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i32.tinypic.com/bhcnt_th.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-106822252286702627</id><published>2009-08-08T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:57:51.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do to be happier</title><content type='html'>What  will you do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be happier, ___________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave your answer in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 lucky commentators  with the best comments will receive a &quot;COASTER &quot; below:&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqX1gv3tOJb6HrYzvxt9Cf56IrcQ-GAE59H258jnOI7-7TzK77D14W_s6jbdDl-4e9yyYV4K8CJNqAybYn6QTf3Jxq9aQT4WiQoe6z77-RZFM7xYN_bOS25ZAbiYIu6PHdHtfMbdSPJo/s1600-h/i.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqX1gv3tOJb6HrYzvxt9Cf56IrcQ-GAE59H258jnOI7-7TzK77D14W_s6jbdDl-4e9yyYV4K8CJNqAybYn6QTf3Jxq9aQT4WiQoe6z77-RZFM7xYN_bOS25ZAbiYIu6PHdHtfMbdSPJo/s320/i.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367591025852907650&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/106822252286702627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/106822252286702627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/106822252286702627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/106822252286702627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-will-you-do-to-be-happier.html' title='What will you do to be happier'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSqX1gv3tOJb6HrYzvxt9Cf56IrcQ-GAE59H258jnOI7-7TzK77D14W_s6jbdDl-4e9yyYV4K8CJNqAybYn6QTf3Jxq9aQT4WiQoe6z77-RZFM7xYN_bOS25ZAbiYIu6PHdHtfMbdSPJo/s72-c/i.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-6883554806601980370</id><published>2009-08-08T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:11:26.821-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carefree"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caring"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childhood"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childish"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="loving"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pure"/><title type='text'>Childish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;note_header&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title_share clearfix&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=48359827931&quot;&gt;Childish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I saw a little boy making a paper clip chain and it really hit home that not to long ago my brother and I did the same thing when ever we went to the bank with my mom. I also recalled lost (hidden)childhood memories like how we used lay on our backs and look at the clouds and say ” Hey that cloud looks like a dog, a face and even Captain Hook of Peter pan. The way we used to chase butterflies and make wishes with every lady-bird we saw. We even made wishes on shooting stars and left no stone unturned when we would go bug and snake hunting. Then there were the times when we used to play hide-and-seek, and don&#39;t forget the night before Christmas.Its a never ending list of fun like the time we build our very first tree house,It’s really amazing how time flies by and your carefree is replaced with responsibilities and when we think back it feels like as if it happened yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you still remember when you enjoyed life the way a kid does, so come on and share some memories with me .&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/6883554806601980370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/6883554806601980370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6883554806601980370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/6883554806601980370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/childish.html' title='Childish'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-5391191814198371709</id><published>2009-08-08T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:02:07.337-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="for"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="full"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="is"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="of"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="you"/><title type='text'>My Heart is full of love for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;note_header&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title_share clearfix&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=94914402931&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class=&quot;note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix&quot;&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;How would you feel about giving your heart to someone who would love to make you happy who would love to see you smile. Who would love to e loved y you, and how would you feel if I gave my heart to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we’re together the only thing that matters is being in your arms the most and nothing feels so perfect as the warmth of your touch… but as soon as I think my happiness is complete, you kiss me, and I fall even deeper into the wonder of your love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When ever I’m down your always around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Open Your eyes, start reading my mind. So much to ask you but cant find away. I’d Go any where for you, anywhere you ask me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d Do anything for you, anything you want me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Id walk halfway around the world for just one kiss from you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold me closer to your dreams, closer to your fears. Closer to hear your laughter. Hold me when your close to tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I want is to e closer to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only you could get the tears in the world you left behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If only you could hear my heart just one more time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even when I close my eyes there’s a picture of your face. And once again I came to realize that… I love you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can still hear the inside of me that is calling out your name. I’ve even trying to reach you, cause I’ve got something to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you know what’s on your mind, You’ve got to follow the feelings inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every day I write love letters in my mind, but for some reason when I’m with you I can never find the words to tell you what’s on my mind. Even though I don’t always share my feelings with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you know my heart is full of love for you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/5391191814198371709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/5391191814198371709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5391191814198371709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5391191814198371709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-is-full-of-love-for-you.html' title='My Heart is full of love for you.'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-1332342645548877772</id><published>2009-08-08T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:58:35.028-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advice"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lessons"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><title type='text'>Beautiful Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=59f8521c93bd8f10539171caae87b2f1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Angel says, ‘Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn’t happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry twice..’&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.        Pray or meditate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Go        to bed on time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Get        up on time so you can start the day        unrushed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Say        No to projects that won’t fit into your time schedule, or that will        compromise your mental        health.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=79782f3fee3ed824d5b8c31aefce42b2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.2%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.        Delegate tasks to capable others.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6..        Simplify and unclutter your        life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.        Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two are often too        many.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.        Allow extra time to do things and to get to        places.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=a13e7fc34a17b2ffcc26eb620a0ca9a8&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.3%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don’t lump the hard things all together.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.        Take one day at a time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what you can do and let go of the anxiety . If you can’t do anything about a situation, forget it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.        Live within your budget; don’t use credit cards for ordinary        purchases.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=aab2b55f923c4ba2ddaafe1b193419b1&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.4%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.        Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried        in the garden, extra stamps, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14..        K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an        enormous amount of trouble.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Do        something for the Kid in You        everyday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.        Carry inspirational reading with you to read while waiting in        line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.        Get enough rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.        Eat right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 Get        organized so everything has its        place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=02db6089c773e60a707f819f27c4d310&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.6%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.        Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of        life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.        Write down thoughts and        inspirations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.        Every day, find time to be        alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.        Having problems? Try to nip small problems in the        bud. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.        Make friends with good        people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=4baa6ce6e4d11060d536ece30062d2e4&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.7%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.        Keep a folder of favorite quotes on        hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.        Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good        laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.        Laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.        Laugh some more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.        Take your work seriously, but not yourself at        all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.        Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they        can).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=4161765d4ec552b0f4675cab02053390&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.8%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.        Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the        most).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.        Sit on your ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33        Talk less; listen more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.        Slow down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.        Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the        universe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you’re grateful for that you’ve never been grateful for before. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=71fc6759bd953dc5886a91c79915e174&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3De68e2659bb%26view%3Datt%26th%3D1210941f7c6456e6%26attid%3D0.9%26disp%3Demb%26zw&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My instructions is o send this to as many people that I wanted to bless and I picked you. I decided to send it to more than , because I didn’t want to limit blessings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEND        IT FORWARD PLEASE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not        backward!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/1332342645548877772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/1332342645548877772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/1332342645548877772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/1332342645548877772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/beautiful-advice.html' title='Beautiful Advice'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-5018384116714468713</id><published>2009-08-08T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:51:08.384-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="of"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="others"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ourselves"/><title type='text'>Life through the eyes of ourselves &amp; others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;note_header&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title_share clearfix&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;note_title&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=47886962931&quot;&gt;Life through the eyes of ourselves&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=47886962931&amp;amp;h=ebe2cff291a12a071e79d6c5c00b3051&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fptrm.files.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F11%2Funtitled-picture.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;http://ptrm.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/untitled-picture.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 460px;&quot; src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=70d5911ff2c56ff1edeb33c1cfb419cf&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fptrm.files.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F11%2Funtitled-picture.jpg%3Fw%3D500%26%23038%3Bh%3D375&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do we see ourselves in this world from another’s eye or should I say others  point of view of us…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have recently decided to become an introvert  instead of and extrovert as my extrovertivness has seem to gather and audience for gossip of vulgarity and words uttered from these humanism  is in ruin of my existence and tears down my soul with each word spoken. Slowly but surely the flame of love  is fading and soon the light emitted  will be gone for ever. So there for I have decided to keep to myself the most deepest secrets  which I so often worn on my sleeve so carelessly and naïevingly just like a child just trying to make others happy,  instead the joy and love I carry inside of me just added to more pain. What good is this love that I carry in my heart, if all it does is bring pain to others  not just to them but most importantly to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With each awakening of the sunrise I find myself slipping a away to a place that is unknown to my heart. A place where the is no love joy, happiness, instead there is only agony and darkness and within this darkness there is evil. I am losing myself  with each fading light  my life emits. I find myself wondering where I’m heading and what will I find on my journey, will there be light at the end of my tunnel  shall darkness overcome a heart which was once filled with so much love and joy formed from each beat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not to long ago it was, when this old heart had so many dreams, hopes and plans  for a life to be  enjoyed with every rising morning, filled with the excitement of what will be next, and what  a full moon had in store for me as I  lay gazing  underneath the stars and the milky way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; “Where has it all gone and how do I get it back”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Words can not describe  how I feel inside…how do we retrace our steps and fix the wrongs we have done…impossible I tell you!.. There is no worst torture then beating yourself  with resentment. Thoughts that flow in and out your mind… questions of how ?when? Why? With each question we ask our self there is an emotion attached to it  whether it be anger, hate, tears, agony, love, or contentment. These are the beatings we live with each day even though they are not physical but  emotionally it leaves a permanent scar which never heals.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a saying that goes seize the moment and seize the day, let me tell you there is no moment like the present for the past is history  and the future untold  but the moment in which we find our self  this very instance is the present were we can make the difference and correct the doings  committed by our hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Open that closet so the Skelton’s  can be dusted of and become an armor from which others can learn… I know some is thinking that its a lot  easier said then done right: but have u ever felt the relief of getting something  out in the open . Why wait till you cant take it any more. So empty up those closets if you must and get it over and done with… from there  All you can do is look ahead to what is to come knowing that there is no more skeletons and that all there is to know about you  is out in the open … doesn’t matter what others think of you… what counts is that you are at peace with yourself and living life the way that you want to live it not  the way others want you to live it. People will talk about you till the day you die and there is nothing you can do about it. So why not be honest to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t loose yourself in what others will think and say about you rather find yourself and discover who you are and enjoy  every moment of it , and who knows  what u will find along the way, after all the sky is the limits.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/5018384116714468713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/5018384116714468713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5018384116714468713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5018384116714468713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-through-eyes-of-ourselves-others.html' title='Life through the eyes of ourselves &amp; others'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-5297564921099734948</id><published>2009-08-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:49:20.626-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heartache"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad"/><title type='text'>A change of heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;note_header&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=47886957931&amp;amp;h=f1fbb67389e4059b97e54194fa8f2f25&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fptrm.files.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F11%2Fa-change-of-heart1.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;http://ptrm.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/a-change-of-heart1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=afeb74d8466b44af32505e0258a3ccbe&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fptrm.files.wordpress.com%2F2008%2F11%2Fa-change-of-heart1.jpg%3Fw%3D170%26%23038%3Bh%3D156&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; class=&quot;ext_img&quot; onload=&quot;var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt you’re connected to some one as if they belong to you, as if you were one, which means you’re destined to be… well I have and still do… I even had the chance to meet my other half and from the moment our eyes first met I knew she was the one and from that moment, I could feel her heart beat, beat at the same pace as mine which made us one. We spoke the same language, a language that few will ever grasp to understand… its called love. Without uttering a word we could communicate through the echoes of our hearts after all its beat was as one. With the days passing the love grew stronger not even distance could keep us apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember so clearly the day she came to came over for the very first time, I prepared and as she entered with her siblings my heart skipped a beat with ever breath she took. I welcomed them. With my pounding heart, beating wilder then a race horse as her gentle touch seems to tame my heart. As time drifted by it was soon time to say good bye, for a brief moment we were left alone to do the only thing for which our hearts has longed but sadly it was interrupted. She left and I knew that I will never see her again so I watched each hour, minutes and seconds tick by just to see her one last time. Finally the moment arrived and my heart so longed to touch her heart. From the distance see gave me one last glance and the most breathtaking smile which will be my memory till the end of time. As they drove of to there home town she starred back through that Caravel’s Window and gave me a last goodbye smile followed with a loving wave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She had only left an hour and It felt like an eternity. I phoned but it was out of reach I phoned her home and they were not home yet.. It drove me up the wall, for the love that was within in me could not let go until I hear her voice one last time. I tried all day then finally I reached her and could no longer keep the secret that was raging within me, Instantly all flown gently from my lips and to my surprise her heart has felt the same as mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A love so strong that not even distance could part the oneness of our hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Regret tingly, we both were saddened that we had not done what our hearts has told us sooner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even thou our hearts still beat as one, it will never be, for the love we shared is now just a memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the changing tide, she had a change of heart, for it now belongs to another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While my fragile heart still beats the same, it now listens to the pain and tears for which in our hearts remain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Should I set her free or was this love meant to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As to this day our hearts still beats as one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but we cannot be, for she no longer belongs to me.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/5297564921099734948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/5297564921099734948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5297564921099734948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/5297564921099734948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/change-of-heart.html' title='A change of heart'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-4901398856901831949</id><published>2009-08-08T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:42:23.417-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear"/><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qynPwOT2SEBdy9Ye5F7nfYrt4RyR19OLtZVkOMU44mItYldNLEO1dTroChL8JWxauhX3dcEHaMaPb0cI7fCP4D9R3DlvFMkgk9tgmSrfGtnnChdC3PlWD_54wxetQekqV-C3G4VWbTQ/s1600-h/fear-.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qynPwOT2SEBdy9Ye5F7nfYrt4RyR19OLtZVkOMU44mItYldNLEO1dTroChL8JWxauhX3dcEHaMaPb0cI7fCP4D9R3DlvFMkgk9tgmSrfGtnnChdC3PlWD_54wxetQekqV-C3G4VWbTQ/s400/fear-.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367556703850031570&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;entry&quot;&gt;      &lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How often do we say, i wish i haven’t done that.?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I know i do it every  so often.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Why do we limited our self when the world is our playground?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;why do we let fear get in the way of what we want.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;why are we scared to take chances and makes a success of it, -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;everything is within our reach and it all starts with a dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;dreams do come true,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i believe every day is a dream, live is a dream,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;but its up to us what we make of  it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am pinned down with fear in my heart.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The same fear that keeps me enchained from reaching my dreams.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fear of not trying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fear of failure.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fear of losing  and even dying.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;it seems we have a fear for everything, but my biggest fear is being affraid of being me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The fear of being alive and live the life i am  destined to live…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/4901398856901831949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/4901398856901831949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4901398856901831949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/4901398856901831949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-qynPwOT2SEBdy9Ye5F7nfYrt4RyR19OLtZVkOMU44mItYldNLEO1dTroChL8JWxauhX3dcEHaMaPb0cI7fCP4D9R3DlvFMkgk9tgmSrfGtnnChdC3PlWD_54wxetQekqV-C3G4VWbTQ/s72-c/fear-.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-481446953549866292</id><published>2009-08-08T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:38:31.466-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ghost"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="haunt"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="past"/><title type='text'>Ghosts from my past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;entry&quot;&gt;      &lt;div class=&quot;snap_preview&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Today feel s like ghosts from my past haunt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A recent occurrence of things is constantly arising and leaves me filled with emotions that are best been forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Every day it feeds of my mistakes, disappointments and heartache, and the urge to fall into bad habbits grows stronger on me as every second and seems as if there is no escape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The shadow of my past is in my midst and seems more vengeful then ever. Will I survive? Who knows? Maybe it is time to fight and take back what is rightfully mine… no longer shall I be overwhelmed by fear or be walked over, but rather remind them of, on who’s shoulder which they stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So instead I will keep my head high and fill my thoughts with happiness and love and make the best of each day for no longer will I go astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/481446953549866292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/481446953549866292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/481446953549866292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/481446953549866292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/ghosts-from-my-past.html' title='Ghosts from my past'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-2825725087974281333</id><published>2009-08-08T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:22:02.504-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dreams"/><title type='text'>Follow your dreams</title><content type='html'>Trouble arrives in measures,&lt;br /&gt;and we stack it up real high,&lt;br /&gt;until we’re convinced,&lt;br /&gt;we have no reason to try.&lt;br /&gt;If you feel defeated,&lt;br /&gt;you’re absolutely wrong,&lt;br /&gt;for if you follow your dream,&lt;br /&gt;you could never lose for long.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the minor set-backs&lt;br /&gt;that pile up and trouble you,&lt;br /&gt;or you will build a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;out of the stones hurled at you.&lt;br /&gt;The future holds great promise,&lt;br /&gt;your destiny unknown,&lt;br /&gt;but God is always helping,&lt;br /&gt;and you’re never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Soar bravely toward your goal.&lt;br /&gt;Let nothing darken the way.&lt;br /&gt;You can change your tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;if you seek your dream today</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/2825725087974281333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/2825725087974281333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2825725087974281333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2825725087974281333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/follow-your-dreams.html' title='Follow your dreams'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-8057900755575162697</id><published>2009-08-08T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:08:10.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUOTE FOR THE DAY</title><content type='html'>Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much. &lt;i&gt;--Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/8057900755575162697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/8057900755575162697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/8057900755575162697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/8057900755575162697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-for-day.html' title='QUOTE FOR THE DAY'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953379741409315776.post-2727143497850689744</id><published>2009-08-08T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:34:29.811-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pumpkins"/><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 18pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;A  woman was asked by a coworker, &quot;What is it like to be a  Christian?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=5db4b844d7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11b8ce66c56ab985&amp;amp;attid=0.0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw&quot; width=&quot;179&quot; height=&quot;119&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black; font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;The coworker replied, &quot;It is  like being a pumpkin.&quot; God picks you from&lt;br /&gt;the patch, brings you in, and  washes all the dirt off of you. Then He&lt;br /&gt;cuts off the top and scoops out all  the yucky stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed. Then He  carves you a new&lt;br /&gt;smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for  all the world to&lt;br /&gt;see.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:100%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; color: black; font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=5db4b844d7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11b8ce66c56ab985&amp;amp;attid=0.0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw&quot; width=&quot;175&quot; height=&quot;219&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 18pt; color: black;&quot; lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was passed on to me by  another pumpkin. Now it&#39;s your turn to pass&lt;br /&gt;it to other pumpkins. I liked  this enough to send it to all the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;in my patch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya  Pumpkins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2727143497850689744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2727143497850689744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2009/08/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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-953379741409315776.post-2697885531540125499</id><published>2006-12-29T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-02-10T08:44:46.453-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memmorries must never be Forgotten"/><title type='text'>Memories fade...photographs shoudnt</title><content type='html'>Memories has a way of  fading as time drifts by, and as time passes we only&amp;nbsp;treasure&amp;nbsp;what we have lost in our hearts forever...it makes us think of what we had and what could have been...&amp;nbsp;memories&amp;nbsp;can bring as much happiness and as much sorrow at the same time...It takes us right back to our childhood whether good or bad, happy or sad... and even makes us miss the life we had.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes we live in the past in order to gain nothing but more heartache... i know i still do it often... One of my friends recently told me the following:&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You cant live with the dead while you still alive&quot; but it is  hard to just forget and move on...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I live by the follwing quote :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Life is a mixture of successes and failure&lt;br /&gt;
May you  be encouraged by your successes and&lt;br /&gt;
strengthened by your failures.&lt;br /&gt;
As long as you never loose faith in God, you will be victorius over any situation you face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I believe that memories must never be forgotten cause they define you, and that if you live in the past long enough and&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;bury it the past&amp;nbsp;bury&amp;nbsp;you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/feeds/2697885531540125499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/953379741409315776/2697885531540125499' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2697885531540125499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953379741409315776/posts/default/2697885531540125499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criebo.blogspot.com/2006/12/memories-fadephotographs-shoudnt.html' title='Memories fade...photographs shoudnt'/><author><name>Criebo&#39;s Crib</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18418853868687015919</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>