<?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: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-244597101321823881</id><updated>2012-01-07T13:03:20.165-08:00</updated><category term='angel'/><title type='text'>SELF!SH G!RL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-6210733122122968010</id><published>2011-07-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:32:20.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuQMv645rEg/ThOCH63II9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SIl5pFD7ocI/s1600/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuQMv645rEg/ThOCH63II9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SIl5pFD7ocI/s320/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625983432087053266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;With the rising of the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No longer the promises remained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;every dream shattered into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes you just need to roll a dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;as in situations you may never come alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;indeed your soul remains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but who you used to be dies within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Together is how we hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;with no promises of tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scumbing&lt;/span&gt; with urges of being together forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-6210733122122968010?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6210733122122968010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=6210733122122968010&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/6210733122122968010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/6210733122122968010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-promises.html' title='No promises'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tuQMv645rEg/ThOCH63II9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SIl5pFD7ocI/s72-c/break_up__by_lepavage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2487183028829529844</id><published>2011-07-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T14:19:14.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfEuYOdHGRE/Tg-JlcESTII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6SnDk1o8esc/s1600/hug.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfEuYOdHGRE/Tg-JlcESTII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6SnDk1o8esc/s320/hug.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624865735891373186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Imaginary world where I don’t belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we loved each other but time did not last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;here in my heart i will hold you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;even though you went away,our love in my heart it'll stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i will hold our dreams that will never come true &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;In my heart stays all the love i saved for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that's where you will always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Then fate again brings us together once more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Our hearts charged with feelings we’ve not felt before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I close my eyes and see the perfection in your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;like a star that guides a ship across the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that’s how your love can take me home back to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I know we're different but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Deep inside us We're not that different at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I have no reason to fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;coz you are not here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;not by my sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but deep inside my heart… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2487183028829529844?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2487183028829529844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2487183028829529844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2487183028829529844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2487183028829529844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-not-dreamer.html' title='I am not a dreamer'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XfEuYOdHGRE/Tg-JlcESTII/AAAAAAAAAFI/6SnDk1o8esc/s72-c/hug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-3480498044094859</id><published>2010-05-01T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T04:09:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOUCH LIFE PHOTOGRAPHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/S9wLgzeHhCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YaNrGQxmkdE/s1600/DSC_0436+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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For bookings call 7611033,&lt;br /&gt;3001033!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-3480498044094859?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3480498044094859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=3480498044094859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3480498044094859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3480498044094859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/touch-life-photography.html' title='TOUCH LIFE PHOTOGRAPHY'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/S9wLgzeHhCI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YaNrGQxmkdE/s72-c/DSC_0436+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-3209962659534474806</id><published>2009-12-11T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:41:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SyLJlxJ6xZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X5nYP5CkI4o/s1600-h/why-do-they-always-walk-away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SyLJlxJ6xZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X5nYP5CkI4o/s320/why-do-they-always-walk-away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414111352740038034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I told you I loved you too&lt;br /&gt;You said together we'd always be&lt;br /&gt;I said I would be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, your walking away&lt;br /&gt;Saying "let's just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;Now, you made my heart break&lt;br /&gt;That's your way of saying it's the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's all died away,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, joy, love; all memories.&lt;br /&gt;You made me walk alone in this dark, dark world,&lt;br /&gt;With no light to guide my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-3209962659534474806?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3209962659534474806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=3209962659534474806&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3209962659534474806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3209962659534474806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/alone-again.html' title='Alone again'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SyLJlxJ6xZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/X5nYP5CkI4o/s72-c/why-do-they-always-walk-away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-7473156387461311290</id><published>2009-12-06T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:30:03.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sxv3j3w1III/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwwo0DE6Bfc/s1600-h/firefighter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sxv3j3w1III/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwwo0DE6Bfc/s320/firefighter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412191572852023426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I gave you that last hug&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to let you go&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stay there forever&lt;br /&gt;With your arms wrapped so tightly around my body&lt;br /&gt;Standing there in your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;At times I can still smell the scent of you&lt;br /&gt;Like you are here hugging me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I feel as though you never went&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around hopping to see you&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the bed, waiting on me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not used to sleeping by myself&lt;br /&gt;It's still lonely in bed without you&lt;br /&gt;At night you kept me warm&lt;br /&gt;You cuddled up against me&lt;br /&gt;I felt that you were there beside me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew I would be okay&lt;br /&gt;That nothing could happen to me&lt;br /&gt;You kept me safe&lt;br /&gt;And in the morning I knew I would wake up with you&lt;br /&gt;You always kissed my forehead before doing anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just have you back for a second&lt;br /&gt;So that I could feel that touch once again&lt;br /&gt;I let you out of my reach, out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;So you could go do your job&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you baby&lt;br /&gt;You are the most amazing person I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone asks if I have a knight in shinning armor&lt;br /&gt;I simply reply, No, I have a fire fighter in dark blue&lt;br /&gt;My fighter is much better than any knight can ever be&lt;br /&gt;My fighter is strong, not only physically but emotionally and mentally&lt;br /&gt;He is my world, my soul, my heart, my everything&lt;br /&gt;And here I will stand, right here&lt;br /&gt;In this very spot you left me&lt;br /&gt;With open arms waiting to hold you so close &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-7473156387461311290?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7473156387461311290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=7473156387461311290&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/7473156387461311290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/7473156387461311290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-fighter.html' title='My Fighter'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sxv3j3w1III/AAAAAAAAAEI/jwwo0DE6Bfc/s72-c/firefighter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2814557367120390470</id><published>2009-10-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:06:17.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting until...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SuiwLKtiAlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZ74v3pCOdc/s1600-h/127-256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SuiwLKtiAlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZ74v3pCOdc/s320/127-256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397757859303916114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                                               &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;                                                                     He says he loves me, yet he'd rather be apart&lt;br /&gt;He said he trusts me, just not with his heart.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder all the time how could I of let this be&lt;br /&gt;Why did I make the wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;Why I am where I am&lt;br /&gt;A love so many years, so meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Now he'd rather be far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back, don't know if I will&lt;br /&gt;Is it doomed to fail or prevail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want him to know I am so sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to be the end of our story&lt;br /&gt;What I was thinking, I do not know&lt;br /&gt;I want my life, I want it all back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I will wait, I will continue to pray&lt;br /&gt;I will hope for the day love will lead him back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2814557367120390470?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2814557367120390470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2814557367120390470&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2814557367120390470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2814557367120390470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting-until.html' title='Waiting until...'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SuiwLKtiAlI/AAAAAAAAADg/QZ74v3pCOdc/s72-c/127-256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-679721595061104464</id><published>2009-10-21T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:59:28.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/St90dqVMflI/AAAAAAAAADY/L65FVW430H4/s1600-h/_sad_lost_little_girl__by_bemynauticalstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/St90dqVMflI/AAAAAAAAADY/L65FVW430H4/s320/_sad_lost_little_girl__by_bemynauticalstar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395158931541360210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She is just a young girl with a broken spirit.&lt;br /&gt;With everything to call her own.&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful marriage no longer has anything to merit.&lt;br /&gt;Perceptive that she will initiate a broken home.&lt;br /&gt;What will her friends say?&lt;br /&gt;What will her children do?&lt;br /&gt;The life she lives every day,&lt;br /&gt;With false affection, if only they knew.&lt;br /&gt;Her tears are many though she has never let them show.&lt;br /&gt;Her smile is plastered but her eyes can only look to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She's dying to let go.&lt;br /&gt;She dreads the moment that she walks through their door.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you" he will say.&lt;br /&gt;For her, its the same prison on a different day.&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;span id="app8109791468_set-status-dlg_static" fbcontext="f9f4c8d125e7"&gt;inally she gave up, she dropped her fake smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="app8109791468_set-status-dlg_static" fbcontext="f9f4c8d125e7"&gt;As a tear fell down her cheek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="app8109791468_set-status-dlg_static" fbcontext="f9f4c8d125e7"&gt;And whispered to herself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="app8109791468_set-status-dlg_static" fbcontext="f9f4c8d125e7"&gt;I can't do this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-679721595061104464?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/679721595061104464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=679721595061104464&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/679721595061104464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/679721595061104464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-spirit.html' title='Broken spirit'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/St90dqVMflI/AAAAAAAAADY/L65FVW430H4/s72-c/_sad_lost_little_girl__by_bemynauticalstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2450977510064555506</id><published>2009-08-07T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:31:34.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose fault is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Snyc2FMSamI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dwz1EX8_dhA/s1600-h/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Snyc2FMSamI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dwz1EX8_dhA/s320/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367337308839373410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When a relationship of love is developed, a bond of trust is formed. There is an unspoken agreement that the two of you are committed to each other and that you will not see other people. When one of the members of this sacred bond choose to be intimate with another person, they are not only cheating their lover but they are cheating themselves as well. They are breaking their own bond of trust. In most situations, when a person cheats, it is not because of affection for a new lover. Rather, he may be searching for what is missing in his present relationship or could there be a more valid reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2450977510064555506?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2450977510064555506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2450977510064555506&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2450977510064555506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2450977510064555506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/whose-fault-is-it.html' title='Whose fault is it?'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Snyc2FMSamI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Dwz1EX8_dhA/s72-c/66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-1551250169424347856</id><published>2009-07-15T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:09:40.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sl3SzUglmcI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Bc1drlRnT4/s1600-h/open-my-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sl3SzUglmcI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Bc1drlRnT4/s320/open-my-heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358670910761310658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's very difficult to tell someone else how to cope with this and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; If you can't forgive them can you at least try to put them away so to speak because the more you think about them the less you'll be able to move forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; None of us can go back and change the past but we do have the power to control the present and the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know a few who have reconciled themselves to what happened and refuse to allow themselves to be victims of their past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One said that she has put her unhappy memories in a mental' attic' so the unhappy memories are stored away and are rarely brought out now as life has got better. She is doing well at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; studies and is very happy due to her strong will and positive attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The other person has worked hard to get a good job and happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;family life of her own and says she can only be hurt by the past if she lets it intrude on the present and she refuses to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; These methods have worked for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It is VERY difficult to forgive people who have caused us irreparable loss in the past.It would definitely hurt us every time we remember the incident on our own, or when something related is done or said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; But, we have to think ahead of this statement, and much ahead of these hurting thoughts. Even though in our mind,the question is-HOW should we  forgive, actually MORE important questions  are- Whether &amp;amp; WHY should we forgive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The person did or said something in past, and we got hurt. Now, that person is no longer in front of us. But, we have nurtured the hurt so much that just by recalling that incident we feel miserable. Nurturing  hurt can give us nothing but only unpleasantness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; The question now is, we can not change anything that has happened in the past.But, thinking about that in our present, we are neither able to enjoy our present happy moments, nor we can work efficiently.This may ruin our future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; So, the best thing for us;to live our remaining life peacefully and happily, is TO FORGIVE. This reason is LOGICAL and self explanatory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes. I guarantee YOU its going to BE VERY DIFFICULT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; But, BEST solutions in life are NOT always so EASY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; We have to learn to FORGIVE, for only then would we  feel much lighter at heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-1551250169424347856?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1551250169424347856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=1551250169424347856&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/1551250169424347856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/1551250169424347856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sl3SzUglmcI/AAAAAAAAADI/9Bc1drlRnT4/s72-c/open-my-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-3765854974360579762</id><published>2009-07-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:00:20.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tools of a Healthy Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SlwskQCW-FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ip8QzV5mZ1E/s1600-h/Heart2-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SlwskQCW-FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ip8QzV5mZ1E/s320/Heart2-main_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358206657955821650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Healthy Relationship are based on the belief that both partners are equal. It means that when you are with your partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have fun &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you feel like you can be yourself &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you can have your own opinions and interests even if they differ from your partners&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As a couple. You should,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always tell the truth. You shouldn't have to lie to protect your partner. Lies only create disconnect and distance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow through with commitments. If you say that you are going to do something, do it. If for some reason you can't, let your partner know why you can't ahead of time. Not only does this show that you respect your partner, but it also creates trust.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Own your emotions. If you are having a bad day, let your partner know. If you snap at your partner, apologize for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn from each other. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate yourself and your partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make major decisions together. It is a partnership.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be willing to compromise. Know how to accept change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share daily repsonsibilitie. Work as a team.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Support each other's goals. Believe in each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communicate openly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It all comes down to respect. You need to respect yourself as an individual and you need to respect your partner as an individual. You also need to respect who you both are as a couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-3765854974360579762?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3765854974360579762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=3765854974360579762&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3765854974360579762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3765854974360579762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/tools-of-healthy-relationship.html' title='Tools of a Healthy Relationship'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SlwskQCW-FI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ip8QzV5mZ1E/s72-c/Heart2-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-8444994191798736138</id><published>2009-06-29T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:44:09.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Skj6qncygFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fmNRMfWqYec/s1600-h/n678731868_1036905_3575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Skj6qncygFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fmNRMfWqYec/s320/n678731868_1036905_3575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352803767181017170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I close my eyes to hide the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;but it keeps leaking through ma eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;that it still hurts bad..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;I always heard that&lt;br /&gt;memories of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;might haunt you forever&lt;br /&gt;But i never thought&lt;br /&gt;it would be this bad..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday is past&lt;br /&gt;but why cant i let go of it&lt;br /&gt;why i am suffering of this pain&lt;br /&gt;with the love ive lost forever&lt;br /&gt;why i hurt so badly..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; my life is like an open book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the pages are read day by day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;knowing that an end will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some day soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-8444994191798736138?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8444994191798736138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=8444994191798736138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/8444994191798736138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/8444994191798736138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Skj6qncygFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fmNRMfWqYec/s72-c/n678731868_1036905_3575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-498010578765986909</id><published>2009-05-31T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:24:35.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better do it now while you still have the chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SiLKhCxw_9I/AAAAAAAAACw/l9Hh1zL6sjU/s1600-h/41_31473671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SiLKhCxw_9I/AAAAAAAAACw/l9Hh1zL6sjU/s320/41_31473671.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054777044926418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;When a parent passes away, we take on a new kind of work. I am not referring to the necessary “bank balances” of filing papers or clearing out the house. I am referring to the psychological process of sorting out the seemingly impalpable experience of the death of a parent. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Initially, the process is emotionally draining as we are tossed back and forth in time reliving the good, the bad, and the confusing. At some point we begin to settle down, organize “what just happened” last month or over the last fifty-five years, and begin to extract new meaning from the experience. It is a cryptic process that only reveals itself in layers, flashes of information or forgotten data, like pieces of puzzle, we are asked to ponder and ultimately rearrange. Here are some of the pieces:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Loss&lt;/strong&gt;. No matter what we thought, we were wrong. Losing a parent hurts more than we planned. We are humbled at the power of biology even in the face of distant and dysfunctional parent-child relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Regrets&lt;/strong&gt;. As we ruminate over our loss, we find ourselves with a laundry list of regrets, a thousand things we might have done different, better, sooner, and always with more compassion. We find ourselves longing for a “do over” and, like Lear, the chance to “get it right.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Insights&lt;/strong&gt;. Despite loss and regrets, our heats understand that the mind’s dream of perfection is fools gold. This is earth and we know that all of us suffer human endings filled with ambiguity, regrettable choices, and good intentions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Stories&lt;/strong&gt;. We are surprised to find that our lives can only be understood and explained through our stories, including the one about the loss of a parent. We are equally surprised by how important for us to tell our story even though its emphasis and meaning keep changing over time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Lessons&lt;/strong&gt;. We rediscover the real meaning of life-long learning as we come face to face with what matters the most. We know that these insights may not change our lifestyle, goals, or priorities; but they give spiritual substance and renewed meaning to our journey. It helps us feel real in a world filled of rapid and never ending transactions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-498010578765986909?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/498010578765986909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=498010578765986909&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/498010578765986909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/498010578765986909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/better-do-it-now-while-u-still-have.html' title='Better do it now while you still have the chance!'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SiLKhCxw_9I/AAAAAAAAACw/l9Hh1zL6sjU/s72-c/41_31473671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-5856298368087435504</id><published>2009-05-21T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:45:50.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><title type='text'>The wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShUg46-KTsI/AAAAAAAAACo/EY-YEKCWrq4/s1600-h/n678731868_649767_9967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShUg46-KTsI/AAAAAAAAACo/EY-YEKCWrq4/s320/n678731868_649767_9967.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338209095592332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Still remember the day i had same tear in my eye ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;how much i yearned for today ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;as the calendar flipped the nights n day ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; together we made it through ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;finally i got to hold you ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;as i held u to me, i cud feel a tear rolling down my face ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;made me glow, for how proud i was ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i had felt your presence all along ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;n now i get to feel your warm lil body on me ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; as i looked into your lil face ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;rosy pink cheeks n closed lil eyes ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;all i cud say was I LOVE YOU, welcoming u to this world ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Dedicated to my lil angel Esh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-5856298368087435504?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5856298368087435504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=5856298368087435504&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5856298368087435504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5856298368087435504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/wait.html' title='The wait'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShUg46-KTsI/AAAAAAAAACo/EY-YEKCWrq4/s72-c/n678731868_649767_9967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2987507869549398012</id><published>2009-05-18T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:29:01.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you marry me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShE4XON7rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TpNKJ_pm6X8/s1600-h/jennydon130%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShE4XON7rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TpNKJ_pm6X8/s320/jennydon130%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337109005015428914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That is probably the best question that every women want to hear. Yes, at some point, we women want to settle down, have children and live happily ever after with the man we love or I would call the love of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we also made some mistake by marrying someone just because we got pressure from family, friends and society, and also we think that in certain age we are old enough to get marry no matter if we are not ready mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, marriage is a big thing, and also a gambling thing. You never know what would happen along the way during the marriage itself. Some people who got married in the name of love can not survive their marriage and divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, is there an exact and strong reason to begin a marriage? So that we can survive our marriage, till death do us part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2987507869549398012?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2987507869549398012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2987507869549398012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2987507869549398012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2987507869549398012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-you-marry-me.html' title='Will you marry me?'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/ShE4XON7rzI/AAAAAAAAACY/TpNKJ_pm6X8/s72-c/jennydon130%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-6514061153143934207</id><published>2009-04-23T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:13:23.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new trend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SfC4JDzNCSI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vdh8XJBeCY/s1600-h/mord_n4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SfC4JDzNCSI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vdh8XJBeCY/s320/mord_n4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327960824957700386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Older Women For Younger Men?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have seen many relationships succeed with this kind of older woman/younger man scenario. The media focuses on the age difference, but what really makes or breaks the relationship is how well the couple can form a partnership that works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Age difference is an adolescent worry: When you're a teenager, an age difference of even two or three years makes a vast difference in your experience and your outlook on life. Such a difference can interfere with communication, life goals, outlook, and relationship experience. In addition, for the young, the social reaction to such a relationship is often negative. If one partner is underage, a sexual relationship is even against the law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as you get older, life experience and emotional growth help to equalize your relationship skills and resources. A 10-year or more difference in your ages makes little difference in how well you can conduct your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;With life experience comes education&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;Don't focus on an arbitrary numbers difference in your ages. If you are getting along, you have good communication and problem solving, and you love each other, that's a precious thing, and far more important than any age difference could be. If other people have a problem with it, let it be their problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not a relationship is healthy is not determined by age differences, but by the interaction between the partners. A 10-year difference is not too difficult to bridge, but a 20-year differences or more in age can lead to some difficulties as the partners get older. For example, the younger partner may mature and reconsider his or her choices, or an older partner may confront aging problems much sooner. But, as long as both parties are adult, and the couple has talked about their age difference and the future possibilities, I don't make judgments about their respective ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dealing with the generation gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are healthy and unhealthy reasons to date someone of a different generation.&lt;br /&gt;One inappropriate motivation for dating a younger person is fear of aging on the older person's part. A younger partner isn't going to reverse the aging process or protect you from old age. Obviously, a man or woman who dates someone as young as his or her children is going to run into some social opposition, but the differences that can cause the biggest problems within the couple's relationship are differing maturity levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more and more women choose younger partners for relationships, the question arises: Are women in their late 30s and early 40s likely to be successful with partners who are 10 to 15 years younger than themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success in these relationships depends on what the motivations of both people are. Some older people feel younger at heart than their contemporaries and like to date people who are as active as they are. Chronological age doesn't always reflect either physical capability or emotional maturity. Sometimes an age difference creates a mentoring relationship the older person advises the younger one on life or career. This can backfire if and when the younger person decides he or she has learned enough, and wants to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;If you're asking: "Is it OK for me to have a partner who is much older or younger than I am?" You'll do better off if you forget about your ages and concentrate on whether the relationship works for both of you, or not. What really makes a romantic relationship succeed is the emotional connection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; It takes compromise and understanding to work out all relationship issues whether it's age gap relationships or any other male female relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="display: none;" id="showlink"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="'javascript:showFull("&gt;Keep on reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hidelink" style="display: inline;"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="'javascript:hideFull("&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-6514061153143934207?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6514061153143934207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=6514061153143934207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/6514061153143934207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/6514061153143934207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-trend.html' title='A new trend'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SfC4JDzNCSI/AAAAAAAAACI/5vdh8XJBeCY/s72-c/mord_n4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-3866790265233344213</id><published>2009-04-17T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:19:37.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed Pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SeiBkhomFoI/AAAAAAAAACA/p372vZXpp8o/s1600-h/LoveBookHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SeiBkhomFoI/AAAAAAAAACA/p372vZXpp8o/s320/LoveBookHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325649023869523586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Like a book I wait to be opened, to be read,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;To be liked for who I am, not what I look like&lt;br /&gt;or what people have said&lt;br /&gt;Will I be kept and loved or tossed back on the shelf?&lt;br /&gt;No worry, because I know now you will always love me yourself&lt;br /&gt;As sure as seasons were made for change,&lt;br /&gt;Our lifetimes were made for years&lt;br /&gt;I'm always here in any way you need,&lt;br /&gt;When you need to talk, cry or just&lt;br /&gt;open me up to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-3866790265233344213?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3866790265233344213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=3866790265233344213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3866790265233344213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/3866790265233344213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/sealed-pages.html' title='Sealed Pages'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SeiBkhomFoI/AAAAAAAAACA/p372vZXpp8o/s72-c/LoveBookHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-5966184018491687826</id><published>2009-04-10T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:04:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to expect during parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sd8ZQlzKjGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GPeJmYOpDEk/s1600-h/baibi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sd8ZQlzKjGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GPeJmYOpDEk/s320/baibi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323001057390529634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;While raising kids is the most rewarding thing you will ever do in your life, and the love you feel for them is unlike anything else you'll ever know, there are a few pitfalls nobody ever tells you about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Read on the 10 things no one will tell you about parenthood, if you dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The Way You View the World Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When you bring someone into this world, you start actually looking at the impact these things have, and what the world will become after you're dead and gone. Leaving a better place for your kids and grandkids becomes more than just talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You'll Feel like a Failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There will be times when no matter how hard you try, your kids are never happy. You feel you're telling them "no" too much, constantly harping on them to clean their room, or dashing their dreams of lowering their brother down the staircase on a rope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You Have no Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This seems obvious, but you can't believe just how little time you have. You start to measure things out in minutes and seconds. "If he watches Curious George for 20 more seconds, I can go to the bathroom," or "If his nap lasts another 10 minutes, maybe I can get in a shower today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Not Going to the Bathroom by Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;When your kids are babies, the bathroom is the only place you can get your head together. It's also one of the only places you can actually read. And once he turned two, he's banging on the door screaming "lemme in!". There is no peace with toddlers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Parenthood will turn You Soft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You'll find yourself tearing up at any dumb movie that has anything to do with parenthood, and if you have a daughter, don't be surprised to find yourself playing "My Little Pony" before heading off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) They will Embarrass You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately, they say what they want—when they want. It can be something that's funny like announcing to their pre-school class that Daddy farts all the time, or it can be humiliating like a temper tantrum in a grocery store or having them tell your parents to "get me a toy next time" after opening a gift containing pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Worrying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;This is the one that stings from the day your child is born until the day you die. From the start you worry that they'll stop breathing in their crib, then you obsess about getting the damn car seat in correctly. They get a little older and you worry about them falling down the stairs or choking on a Polly Pocket. As the years go on you lose sleep about dating, not fitting in, or getting into a situation that they can't handle. Then there are the worries that never go away: providing enough, paying for college or not teaching them the right things. The list goes on and on and on, and it takes a major toll on you. But you worry because you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) You won't be the Parent you Think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You have this great picture of the kind of parent you want to be, and how picturesque your family will become. You try to live up to that vision, but you also have to survive. So, snickering at a prospective parent spouting off advice is not only allowed, but encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Sickness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It's also not something I had any idea about before having kids. Sick kids take a toll on the entire house. Even the typical cold has taken on a whole new meaning, especially with toddlers. It can require being up in the middle of the night for days in a row, missing work and acting as one giant Kleenex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) The feeling of Unconditional Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;You assume that you're going to love your kids, but what you end up feeling for them is unlike anything else you'll ever know. Just a simple smile from your offspring can erase a really crappy day at the office. This is the reason why people rave about having kids while they look exhausted and have a fresh batch of spit-up running down their back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-5966184018491687826?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5966184018491687826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=5966184018491687826&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5966184018491687826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5966184018491687826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-expect-during-parenthood.html' title='What to expect during parenthood'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/Sd8ZQlzKjGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/GPeJmYOpDEk/s72-c/baibi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2969258823882680574</id><published>2009-01-26T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:13:24.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SX4KPEX7_DI/AAAAAAAAABg/GHo2heuAYc8/s1600-h/silent+tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SX4KPEX7_DI/AAAAAAAAABg/GHo2heuAYc8/s320/silent+tear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295681465822739506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here i am so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Like you wanted me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But its not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As you may never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;I lay in bed, counting my tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;Each representing what I'd hoped would be years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;Years of happiness, for us to be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;A long-lived life, forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;But in my heart, I know this will never be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;For in yours, no longer is there a place for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;I gave you my all; I gave you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;Little did I know that you'd tear it apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;But starting from today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;I will cry no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="poem"&gt;Your love slowly leaving into a silent death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gradually learning to live in my own pair of shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2969258823882680574?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2969258823882680574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2969258823882680574&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2969258823882680574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2969258823882680574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/silent-tear.html' title='Silent tear'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SX4KPEX7_DI/AAAAAAAAABg/GHo2heuAYc8/s72-c/silent+tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-5586503625363767535</id><published>2009-01-24T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:54:17.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXt_E0NtJKI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlX5_UEq6FM/s1600-h/mahsala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXt_E0NtJKI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlX5_UEq6FM/s320/mahsala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294965507616482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;They say everything grows with time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;but with time we parted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Will it hurt you to think&lt;br /&gt;Of all the times we've shared&lt;br /&gt;Or will they just slip your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like they were never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Will you remember all the laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Or will you forget those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And put them in your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Will you pretend like we never happened&lt;br /&gt;And let us go along the years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Will you try to hold on to everything we've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Or say goodbye to old times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;And go on with everything your not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-5586503625363767535?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5586503625363767535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=5586503625363767535&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5586503625363767535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/5586503625363767535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-you.html' title='Will you??'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXt_E0NtJKI/AAAAAAAAABY/AlX5_UEq6FM/s72-c/mahsala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-4211092464357057645</id><published>2009-01-23T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:30:24.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXoZd3RGZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-bIXuTznJNs/s1600-h/the_last_wish_by_airbags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXoZd3RGZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-bIXuTznJNs/s320/the_last_wish_by_airbags.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294572312770012850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;She remembers it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; All the people who had said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; They cared, but did they really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; She remembers it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; The sound of laughter and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; How happy she'd been, but was she really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;She remembers it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; The feeling of being so alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; The feeling no one cared, but did they really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; But now they'll remember her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; Staring at the rope in front of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; How easy to slide down on it, but will she really?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-4211092464357057645?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4211092464357057645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=4211092464357057645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/4211092464357057645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/4211092464357057645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXoZd3RGZrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/-bIXuTznJNs/s72-c/the_last_wish_by_airbags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2899818306467034651</id><published>2009-01-23T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:29:06.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXn9lqMVuMI/AAAAAAAAABI/JIbr_rrydOg/s1600-h/dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXn9lqMVuMI/AAAAAAAAABI/JIbr_rrydOg/s320/dreaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294541660373760194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I face the world with a smile, no one knows what is hid inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; They see only happiness, they cant see the tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well&lt;br /&gt;In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell&lt;br /&gt;The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say&lt;br /&gt;They say that life goes on and someday I'll smile again&lt;br /&gt;But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been?&lt;br /&gt;I've traveled so far from home, and can't find my way back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2899818306467034651?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2899818306467034651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2899818306467034651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2899818306467034651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2899818306467034651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXn9lqMVuMI/AAAAAAAAABI/JIbr_rrydOg/s72-c/dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-244597101321823881.post-2248667459570698182</id><published>2009-01-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:02:56.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S3lf!sh G!rl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXjCQ9TUgZI/AAAAAAAAABA/c-e7pKkJLL0/s1600-h/lonely+path.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXjCQ9TUgZI/AAAAAAAAABA/c-e7pKkJLL0/s320/lonely+path.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294194958563312018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't care for you&lt;br /&gt;All I care for is myself&lt;br /&gt;My very own Self…&lt;br /&gt;That is why I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are a part of my Self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always thought you were You&lt;br /&gt;No Sweetheart…you are NOT&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I see nothing of You inside you&lt;br /&gt;I only see myself&lt;br /&gt;My very own Self in You…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I leave this world...&lt;br /&gt;You would die too..&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are a part of my Self&lt;br /&gt;Not You…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/244597101321823881-2248667459570698182?l=s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2248667459570698182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=244597101321823881&amp;postID=2248667459570698182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2248667459570698182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/244597101321823881/posts/default/2248667459570698182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://s3lfishgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/s3lfsh-grl.html' title='S3lf!sh G!rl'/><author><name>SELF!SH G!RL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07604672035713205001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXgVQsNEcEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ihy3sbIdtbU/S220/2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MS6q3QSvi_Q/SXjCQ9TUgZI/AAAAAAAAABA/c-e7pKkJLL0/s72-c/lonely+path.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
