<?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-5199468193168450851</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:40:22.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>world of connie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-5860603712900692931</id><published>2008-09-14T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T02:37:15.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'> My Highschool Friends come together this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzZ_GryRMI/AAAAAAAAABI/j_HER2byMVk/s1600-h/1_257381414l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzZ_GryRMI/AAAAAAAAABI/j_HER2byMVk/s400/1_257381414l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245807344129033410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;last september 6, 2008, Im having really great time seeing my friends on highschool days again ..&lt;br /&gt;we have very funny moments together reminiscin the times we had during highscool days...&lt;br /&gt;but sad to say we are still not complete during this gathering due to some of them are soo busy.&lt;br /&gt;We drink ang laugh together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im looking forward to happen this special gathering again and hopefuly all of my friends can come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,xoxo&lt;br /&gt;+epion+&lt;br /&gt;(gOod giRL gOne bAd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5199468193168450851-5860603712900692931?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5860603712900692931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=5860603712900692931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5860603712900692931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5860603712900692931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-highschool-friends-come-together.html' title='&lt;center&gt; 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font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. A kiss on the cheek  is a deffinite yes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. We want you 2 put your arms around us at the movies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. We don't care if you are the strongest guy in the world .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Size dosent matter so don't tell us &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. We don't always look our best so get over it .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. We shouldnt have to plan everything &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 . Were always ready to talk so call us &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 . Were not perfect so deal with it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 . We love surprises&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11 . The little things you do mean the most &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12 . Were not always giny gine&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13 . We can Like boy stuff 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;14 . Cursing and Fighting dont impress us &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 . Dont be mean to us to get our attention &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 . Dont tell us who is hot because we dont care &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17 .  We can tell when your not listening so listen ^&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18 .  When we say we are cold , thats our invitation to come closer .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19 . Hugs mean more sometimes &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20 . We need you advice sometimes so dont be afraid to give it 2 us  .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21 . Tell us how you feel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22 . Dont go with us if you dont like us &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23 . We want you 2 feel the same thing we feel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-7918150136779787164?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/7918150136779787164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=7918150136779787164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/7918150136779787164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/7918150136779787164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2008/07/23-things-girls-want-guys-2-know.html' title='&lt;center&gt;23 Things Girls Want Guys 2 Know&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-8174667134950031788</id><published>2007-11-28T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T16:19:11.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bid4prizes</title><content type='html'>Another name for "unattended bidding." 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New winner everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-8174667134950031788?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8174667134950031788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=8174667134950031788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/8174667134950031788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/8174667134950031788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/bid4prizes.html' title='bid4prizes'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-6725579057841554191</id><published>2007-11-24T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:20:26.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHEaPer hOteLs in PARIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/R0jZTPeckoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DK1prhtgnNE/s1600-h/paris003.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136594299611026050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/R0jZTPeckoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DK1prhtgnNE/s400/paris003.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;need place to rest or stay for awhile ??... here comes &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/United-Kingdom/London/"&gt;HoTels LoNdon&lt;/a&gt; .. &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/France/Paris/"&gt;HoTels in PAris&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.cheaperthanhotels.co.uk/Germany/Berlin/"&gt;HoTel in BerLin&lt;/a&gt; is known as the city of lights .. and now there are lots of beautiful tourist spot at PARIS.. 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href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/advantage-insurance-quote-services.html' title='Advantage Insurance Quote Services'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-1035850196323828692</id><published>2007-11-12T03:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T04:09:04.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); padding: 0px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(255, 128, 0); font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/note_player.swf" flashvars="autoPlay=yes&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/e58ca527-6d06-49b4-bf6f-f2b711be5070&amp;amp;theName=The Beu Sisters - Once Upon A Broken Heart&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="140" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 11px;" align="center" valign="bottom"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 128, 0);" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/e58ca527-6d06-49b4-bf6f-f2b711be5070/The-Beu-Sisters---Once-Upon-A-Broken-Heart/?widget=flash_player_note"&gt;The Beu Sisters - ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once upon a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I was walking alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a way to start again&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give for a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no love in my life&lt;br /&gt;There was no light in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;All the tears that I had cried and cried&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like they'd never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never believed fairy tales came true&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that they really do&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you and now that I’m here with you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the sunshine in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me a world I had never seen&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and fell into this dream&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after just took time&lt;br /&gt;Once upon this broken heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago and far away&lt;br /&gt;I could never dream of the day&lt;br /&gt;That your love would come my way and stay&lt;br /&gt;And sweep me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never believed fairy tales came true&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that they really do&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you and now that I’m here with you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the sunshine in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me a world I had never seen&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and fell into this dream&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after just took time&lt;br /&gt;Once upon this broken heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a way a fairy tale feels&lt;br /&gt;This is the way I know it's real&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause this is the way a broken heart heals yaaaaaeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never believed fairy tales came true&lt;br /&gt;But now I know that they really do&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found you and now that I’m here with you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the sunshine in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed me a world I had never seen&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and fell into this dream&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after just took time&lt;br /&gt;Once upon this broken heart of mine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-1035850196323828692?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/1035850196323828692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=1035850196323828692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/1035850196323828692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/1035850196323828692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/11/once-upon-broken-heart.html' title='ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-3113973302141841887</id><published>2007-10-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:56:30.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'> A FRIEND'S PAIN </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Friend's Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we met when we were sixand we've grown togetherwe said we would be friendsalways and forever&lt;br /&gt;but when we became freshmenthings started to changeyou had made many new friendsour friendship would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;i knew we were growing further apartit seemed as though you didn't carebut i didn't want to lose your friendshipand you knew i would always be there&lt;br /&gt;so as the skool year endsand we say our final good-bye'swe bump into each otherand you just stare meeh straight in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;no words left your mouthand none seemed to be leaving minei try to say somethingand you just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-3113973302141841887?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3113973302141841887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-8485594546987694212</id><published>2007-10-10T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:42:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIXED EMOTIONS :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mixed Emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation where you are caught in the middle of desires I think is the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to chose is destroying my life and breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong? What's right? What am I feeling? Is it love, is it lust, or is it something I like based only on sight?&lt;br /&gt;It's something you'll never know inless you share your thoughts and let what's truely inside of you begin to show.&lt;br /&gt;This is something I learned the hard way. I kept my feelings bottled up never saying what i thought I should say.&lt;br /&gt;How this hurt me I don't know where to start, but all I can say is that it ripped a huge hole in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this to happen to you. Life is to short to be wasted and to sweet not to be tasted.&lt;br /&gt;The best advice I can give to you while you're feeling mixed emotions is follow your heart it will tell you what to do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/5199468193168450851-8485594546987694212?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/8485594546987694212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=8485594546987694212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/8485594546987694212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/8485594546987694212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/10/mixed-emotions-d.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;blink&gt;MIXED EMOTIONS :D&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-2228719009721416806</id><published>2007-10-10T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T18:33:38.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend </title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;My Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who knew everything I felt.&lt;br /&gt;She knew my every weakness,&lt;br /&gt;And the problems I've been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understood my wonders,&lt;br /&gt;And listened to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;SHe listened to how I felt about life and love,&lt;br /&gt;And knew what it all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did she interupt me,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She understood what I was going through,&lt;br /&gt;And promised she'd stay long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to this friend&lt;br /&gt;To show her that i care&lt;br /&gt;To pull her close and let her know&lt;br /&gt;How much I need her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;To pull her a bit nearer&lt;br /&gt;And realized that this perfect friend I found&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing but my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-2228719009721416806?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2228719009721416806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=2228719009721416806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2228719009721416806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2228719009721416806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-best-friend.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font=&quot;5&quot; color=violet&gt;My Best Friend &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-3483557894451497549</id><published>2007-09-28T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T06:56:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation ♥♥♥LOVE♥♥♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I miss you, I miss you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I think so much about you!I wanna spend time with beautiful you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna carress all that is you.I cant think of anybody else but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I only have dreams and aspirations about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I feel love only for you.I gotta have my fix of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;What the hell am I gonna do without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How can I manage my thoughts without you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where will my heart find a new passage if I dont have you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where am I going just thinking of only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My mind is not flowing properly without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My senses are failing when you're not around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My heart is slowing beating if not around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love the feeling of just being with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why can't we be together ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just me and you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Where do we really stand ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just us two ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm lost without you, Got no idea what to do without you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Got nobody to love without youWanna find my direction when I know I have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I wanna feel special as I do when im with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't you see ? Its just these feelings that you've left with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't help it but feel; I gotta love you more than anyone can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't think straight without me knowing you're my soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't imagine my life without you.. now I've met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dam Im so stuck on just you and only you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My love , My passion , My energy just spent thinking about you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thats how I feel about you. I love you !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I want you!I want us to be more!I can never imagine more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Do your turn and please close that door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So my face and feelings hit the floor gently.This is my fate and it feels the ways its meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-3483557894451497549?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/3483557894451497549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=3483557894451497549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/3483557894451497549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/3483557894451497549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/infatuation-love.html' title='&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;10&quot;color=red&gt;Infatuation ♥♥♥LOVE♥♥♥&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-2319081699596688994</id><published>2007-09-23T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:09:34.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all i want for a guy ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.ZangyGraphics.com/picture.php?c=quotes&amp;n=127&gt;&lt;img src=http://ZangyGraphics.com/quotes/pic78.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/logo.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/zangylogo.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.ZangyGraphics.com/picture.php?c=quotes&amp;n=149&gt;&lt;img src=http://ZangyGraphics.com/quotes/pic98.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/logo.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/imgs/zangylogo.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-2319081699596688994?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2319081699596688994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=2319081699596688994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2319081699596688994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2319081699596688994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-i-want-for-guy.html' title='all i want for a guy ..'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-5292756522822775601</id><published>2007-09-20T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T03:28:54.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="samepage" title="Jump to Poems" href="http://www.netpoets.com/poems/friends/#poems"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Friendship Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="poetry home" href="http://www.netpoets.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-5292756522822775601?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5292756522822775601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=5292756522822775601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5292756522822775601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5292756522822775601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship-poems.html' title='Friendship Poems'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-4882656870778210279</id><published>2007-09-12T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:49:11.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDSHIP FOR GRANTED -  (INSPIRING MOTIVATING SHORT STORY)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP FOR GRANTED - (INSPIRING MOTIVATING SHORT STORY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NOBODY IS PERFECT UNTIL YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form......flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under all this, the pillar of true love stands......and that's our life. Love, not words win arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send this on to everyone special in your life, even the people who really make you mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we expect far too much of the people around us, and because no one can ever live up to those expectations, we are almost always disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be better if we just let go, and let people be who they are? Then we'd be able to see them as they are -- with all their beauty and goodness in which we take joy, and with all their faults which we can also see in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we have put someone up on a pedestal, sculpturing them to fit our needs and desires by smoothing out the rough edges and creating new curves here and there, we cannot see the real person underneath our work. All we see is the illusion we have created. That is denying the person's real identity and is disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much better for our friends and for ourselves if we drop our expectations and illusions, and accept them all just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we realize it or not, everyone we know is very special to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to remember is... Always appreciate the friends that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fight may come and go very easily, but a friendship could last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-4882656870778210279?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4882656870778210279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=4882656870778210279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/4882656870778210279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/4882656870778210279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship-for-granted-inspiring.html' title='FRIENDSHIP FOR GRANTED -  (INSPIRING MOTIVATING SHORT STORY)'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-5043187434095049445</id><published>2007-09-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:49:10.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/sweetlovestories.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Love Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background &amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-5043187434095049445?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/5043187434095049445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=5043187434095049445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5043187434095049445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/5043187434095049445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-love-story-from-very-begining.html' title=''/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-6363159648919087907</id><published>2007-09-09T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:42:10.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aLL aBout me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xcomment.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xcomment.com/g2/img/CommentBack10082907110848.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'M &lt;strong&gt;Connie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j53/connie15f/cristinaiscoolio161.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to say. &lt;br /&gt;16 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fake.&lt;br /&gt;I am complex, crazy, &lt;br /&gt;and self-consicious.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most people, &lt;br /&gt;family does mean much to me.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to care. &lt;br /&gt;But in the end, &lt;br /&gt;I just found out&lt;br /&gt;that they don't care.&lt;br /&gt;So why bother?.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w158/emo_penguin_89/emoicon6.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I have friends.But very few true friends.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h161/star_princess22/drinks.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;My mind is not an open space.&lt;br /&gt;It is filled with many thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;hopes, and dreams.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c96/CHSrose/Dreams.gif" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I make the worst first impressions.&lt;br /&gt;I probably come off as a ignorant,&lt;br /&gt;annoying bitch.&lt;br /&gt;I'm only a bitch if I don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;Which doesn't happen a lot.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i147.photobucket.com/albums/r319/Ashlee0105/icanbeabitch.png" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'm not the you-get-what-you-see kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;Many people have told me that I'm not what I seem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-6363159648919087907?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6363159648919087907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=6363159648919087907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/6363159648919087907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/6363159648919087907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-about-me.html' title='aLL aBout me'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-4767371920766780637</id><published>2007-09-09T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T01:36:41.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight Vigil for Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;during our youth night vigil it was a wonderful experience although it was so tiring. I met new friends during that night. It was my first time not to sleep all night. on that night there are a lot of activities held. we sing an worshiping song for god .. it was very fun ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-4767371920766780637?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/4767371920766780637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=4767371920766780637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/4767371920766780637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/4767371920766780637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/overnight-vigil-for-jesus.html' title='Overnight Vigil for Jesus'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-2902266032693613475</id><published>2007-09-08T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T17:32:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song called girl</title><content type='html'>Is there anybody gone to listen to my storyAll about the girl who came to stay? She’s the kind of girl you want so muchIt makes you sorry;Still, you don’t regret a single day.Ah girl! girl!She’s the kind of girl who puts you downWhen friends are there, you feel a fool.Didididi..When you say she’s looking goodShe acts as if it’s understood.She’s cool, cool, cool, cool,Girl! girl! [was she]When I think of all the times I’ve tried so hard to leave herShe will turn to me and start to cry;And she promises the earth to meAnd I believe her.After all this times I don’t know why.Ah, girl! girl!She’s the kind of girl who puts you down when friends are there,You feel a fool.When you say she’s looking good, she acts as if it’s understood.She’s cool, cool, cool, cool, girl! girl!Was she told when she was young the painWould lead to pleasure? Did she understand it when they saidThat a man must break his back to earnHis day of leisure? Will she still believe it when he’s dead? Ah girl! girl! girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-2902266032693613475?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/2902266032693613475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=2902266032693613475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2902266032693613475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/2902266032693613475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/song-called-girl.html' title='song called girl'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5199468193168450851.post-6929608787519222126</id><published>2007-09-08T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:15:01.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>testing from connie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5199468193168450851-6929608787519222126?l=connie1990.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/feeds/6929608787519222126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5199468193168450851&amp;postID=6929608787519222126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/6929608787519222126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5199468193168450851/posts/default/6929608787519222126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://connie1990.blogspot.com/2007/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>world of connie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16299190009388904379</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7VcO8CyGiM/SMzXsLSMwFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EcJoirdUXF0/S220/1_797114883l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
