<?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-5054410382812959299</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:15:15.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande Amore &lt;3333</title><subtitle type='html'>you don`t know me. I don`t know you. That`s okay. It`s cool. Yet, soon you`ll know more than you thought likely. ...remember! There`s always more to see than the eye can behold...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5054410382812959299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inspire Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437786693483460569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlwEM4ngXM8/Stpa6jJVJeI/AAAAAAAAABs/v7_C619YJLw/S220/Anime_angel_girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5054410382812959299.post-365770188905398372</id><published>2009-10-07T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:43:16.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;"It`s amazing! That`s what it is- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;." &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That`s basically how I felt when my braces came off today. I`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; had them on for at least 3 years now, and boy I am SO glad they`re gone. It`s like the relief of a thousand weights being taken off of you. Yep, Brace-less teeth are great.... Retainer teeth are worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;As of today, I am BRACE-FREE. Yet, I`m stuck with a retainer in my mouth..."woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;". It`s okay- better than the braces itself, and my teeth look fabulous, but it IS annoying having to take them in and out of my mouth. Talk about unsanitary. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, it`s alright of course- I don`t mind too much, in fact, I`m very happy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;I currently have other thoughts on my mind right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;10/7/09- Braces off, Retainer on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;10/8/09- back to school for me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HW&lt;/span&gt; time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;10/9/09- Take a test or two here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;...and more. Lately, I`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been thinking about...believe it or not? Colleges. already! Early too huh? well, I figure my best friend and I can raise some money over the summer for it by being a camp counselor. It seems easy enough, and I`ll be working with my best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;!...hopefully. Plus- I LOVE little kids, and most of them love me. =] what can go wrong? anyway- in the college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;realm&lt;/span&gt;...I think I want to go to one in upstate NY. It supports art, creative writing, music and everything I love. I can almost picture myself living my college days in a place as warmly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adjustable&lt;/span&gt; as that. and a plus? It`s not far off from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;No worries tho..I`&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much time =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5054410382812959299-365770188905398372?l=xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/365770188905398372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5054410382812959299/posts/default/365770188905398372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5054410382812959299/posts/default/365770188905398372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/10/starting-over.html' title='Starting Over'/><author><name>Inspire Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437786693483460569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlwEM4ngXM8/Stpa6jJVJeI/AAAAAAAAABs/v7_C619YJLw/S220/Anime_angel_girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5054410382812959299.post-3823049717085086087</id><published>2009-09-27T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:27:57.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1:Original is my game, patience is my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;, and welcome. I can assure you that you`re in a good place and there`s no need to fret. In this chapter, I shall reveal my  feelings and emotions. You`ll get to know me more than thought after a while....after all! ..This is just chapter ONE of my tale.....=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING!:&lt;/span&gt; This is a true story, it is not fictional, except for certain aspects of it. You may not duplicate this story anywhere else. It is mine, and mine...ALONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt; are so complex. They run like a stream down a river, and never seem to end. Yet, when it turns winter, the water in the stream will freeze, and you`ll become the most icy barbarian known to man. This happens often, more often than people seem to realize. We`ve learned to ignore it. Not me tho, I have not. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;pure&lt;/span&gt; to me. They`re what keep the pool on life going for every human in this world. I happen to be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotional &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;person. In FACT- I try to hide it when I cry in public. I recall, one time I was suffering so badly in school from agonizing stomach pain that I could feel the awful dread of my throat closing up and starting to burn, tears begging to leak from my eyes. I would just blink them away and gulp, to hide it...but it was not a good feeling. I know for a fact, that everyone has done this at least once, and it`s &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; normal. Normal indeed. &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Yet&lt;/span&gt;- we should not ignore these &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;, they, after all, represent us. If you feel a certain way- it`s to show you and warn you of what you must do, or have done. The next time you cry, realize this, and know how to make yourself feel better, instead of sucking it up and tossing it away like trash missing a garbage bin. This`ll never work, and never make you feel better. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt; are here for a reason- you pay attention to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; happiness&lt;/span&gt;- why not the other ones? They`re here to help you, make you understand yourself, make the world a better place, and MAKE you feel &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; happiness&lt;/span&gt;. If one did not have the other &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(the "bad" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;) they would never know how grateful they`d be to BE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;. I`m sure we all understand this. Or at least I`d hope so now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;oh boy, aren`t THEY a ride on a roller coaster? They too are linked to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt; can be described as...&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt; for an object, or person, or a certain &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt; people/things put you in. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Emotions&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; go hand in hand. I know for a fact that I have very strong &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; for my family and friends. They are my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; ones and my life...for now as it stands. I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; them, care for them, and give as much as I can for them. I have both strong &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt; for them, and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings &lt;/span&gt;for them. Each &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; for them is different concerning each person. I`m sure you`d understand, it must be the same for your friends and family. Tho...sometimes it isn`t. You can have a family member, or a friend who really causes you &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;anguish&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;, or any other &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;.This is normal too, but as the old saying goes, a friend isn`t a friend unless your heart`s in it. If you have a "friend" that causes such &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;emotions&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;- chances are it`s time to let go and move on. I have, actually, done something quite similar. I once, in middle school, had a close friend named Jenny*, and we did everything together! We were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;close, and we had some pretty amazing memories together. One for example, would be a time when Jenny and I had to make a board game for a L.A. project, and out "dice" was as big as the fist of our hand and made out of 6 pieces of paper! We cracked up about it forever, considering all the other kids had normal dice, and we didn`t. I still laugh at it to this day, but....the day came when we had to drift apart. It was hardest for me- because I was so attached to her, and she was the one who betrayed my friendship and left me behind. She actually became my enemy after it too- hanging out with my worst enemies, sharing secrets about me I had only told her. It got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;bad, that eventually, I went to the dean and had it all straightened out. After that, we respected each other, but nothing else ever happened. I moved one, and so did she. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hopefully&lt;/span&gt;, where ever she is, she`s alright now, and hanging out with a better crowd. Now, I`m not saying this incident is exactly like what some people might be going threw exactly, but it`s similar in a sense. If you have a friend like this- it`s time to move on. They`re only holding you back. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feelings&lt;/span&gt; have to be respected and listened to, and if your &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; are telling YOU to leave that friend behind, go with it. It`ll do you good in the end. If a FAMILY member is causing you mixed &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;, you, unfortunately, have to be patient and try to solve the problem, since you`re living with them. If you`re NOT living with them, don`t cause a fuss and always be respectful, but there`s no need to tolerate anything like &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;abuse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Feelings &lt;/span&gt;must be listened to, it`s like your &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;inner voice&lt;/span&gt;. Do the right thing- and listen to it...it`ll take you places.~ &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;~Inspire Me~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5054410382812959299-3823049717085086087?l=xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/feeds/3823049717085086087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-1original-is-my-game-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5054410382812959299/posts/default/3823049717085086087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5054410382812959299/posts/default/3823049717085086087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xoxothatsdeepxoxo.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-1original-is-my-game-patience.html' title='Chapter 1:Original is my game, patience is my name'/><author><name>Inspire Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02437786693483460569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MlwEM4ngXM8/Stpa6jJVJeI/AAAAAAAAABs/v7_C619YJLw/S220/Anime_angel_girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
