<?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-2742245050398986687</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:06:53.510-07:00</updated><category term='trash..'/><title type='text'>diane jasmin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-1191833506320667907</id><published>2009-07-07T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T04:00:21.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one in a million</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;How did I get here? I turned around and there you were&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think twice or rationalize&lt;br /&gt;'Cause somehow I knew&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;That there was more that just chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I mean I knew you were kind of into me&lt;br /&gt;But I figured it's too good to be true&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I said, âœPinch me, where's the catch this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a single cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Help me before I get used to this guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody&lt;br /&gt;Like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it, you're one in a million&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time I was looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Tryna make things work that weren't good enough&lt;br /&gt;Till I thought I'm through, said, âœI'm doneâ&lt;br /&gt;And stumbled into the arms of the one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're making me laugh about the silliest stuff&lt;br /&gt;Say that I'm your diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad at you, you come with your velvet touch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't believe that I'm so lucky&lt;br /&gt;I have never felt so happy&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see that sparkle in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody&lt;br /&gt;Like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it, you're one in a million&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;All this time I was looking for love&lt;br /&gt;Tryna make things work that weren't good enough&lt;br /&gt;Till I thought I'm through, said, âœI'm doneâ&lt;br /&gt;And stumbled into the arms of the one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;I said, âœPinch me, where's the catch this time?"&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a single cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Help me before I get used to this guy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody&lt;br /&gt;Like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it, yeah yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;They say that good things take time&lt;br /&gt;But really great things happen&lt;br /&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thought the chances to meet somebody&lt;br /&gt;Like you were a million to one&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe it, you're one in a million, yeah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;One in a million, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You're one in a million&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742245050398986687-1191833506320667907?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/1191833506320667907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-in-million.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1191833506320667907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1191833506320667907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-in-million.html' title='one in a million'/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-5195348795592694578</id><published>2009-07-07T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:58:10.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Perfection in my Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   And for us to be together, to never be apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    No one else in the world can even compare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   You're perfect and so is this love that we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    We have so much more than I ever thought we would,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   I love you more than I ever thought I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    I promise to give you all I have to give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   I'll do anything for you as long as I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   By the way you look at me I know we will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                    I hope that one day you'll come to realize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;                   How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.&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/2742245050398986687-5195348795592694578?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/5195348795592694578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/5195348795592694578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/5195348795592694578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfection.html' title='perfection'/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-1190671983931861837</id><published>2009-07-07T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:55:58.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The Meaning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                    To love is to share life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   to build special plans just for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   to work side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   and then smile with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   as one by one, dreams all come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                     To love is to help and encourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   with smiles and sincere words of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   to take time to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   to listen and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   in tender, affectionate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                     To love is to have someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   one who you can always depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   to be there through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   sharing laughter and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   as a partner, a lover, a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                     To love is to make special memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   of moments you love to recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   of all the good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   that sharing life brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   love is the greatest of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                     I've learned the full meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   of sharing and caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   and having my dreams all come true;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   I've learned the full meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   of being in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;                   by being and loving with you.&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/2742245050398986687-1190671983931861837?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/1190671983931861837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning-to-love-is-to-share-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1190671983931861837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1190671983931861837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/07/meaning-to-love-is-to-share-life.html' title=''/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-6765880872975847785</id><published>2009-06-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T07:04:02.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkobOF76XdI/AAAAAAAAABU/owaF8Zv6zaA/s1600-h/Image%282082%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkobOF76XdI/AAAAAAAAABU/owaF8Zv6zaA/s400/Image%282082%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353121036008840658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;A New Beginning&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; I lived day by day,&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life I tried to end,&lt;br /&gt;'cause life to me seemed hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning you gave me,&lt;br /&gt;A second chance at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead ends kept following me,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried to die&lt;br /&gt;That unborn picture came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you suck your tiny thumb,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you yawn in my sister's womb,&lt;br /&gt;Made me realize I need to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in fear, "What should I do?"&lt;br /&gt;That picture came to mind,&lt;br /&gt;That picture of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning you gave to me,&lt;br /&gt;Now you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let me taste the life,&lt;br /&gt;The life I tried so hard to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I share my breath with you,&lt;br /&gt;And hold dear to the memories we've shared,&lt;br /&gt;And will continue sharing in the times ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you now for giving me&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning - a better life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742245050398986687-6765880872975847785?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/6765880872975847785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-beginning-i-lived-day-by-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/6765880872975847785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/6765880872975847785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-beginning-i-lived-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkobOF76XdI/AAAAAAAAABU/owaF8Zv6zaA/s72-c/Image%282082%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-6856748827421639090</id><published>2009-06-30T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T03:44:27.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: 0px; width: 680px; height: 543px;" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Trash&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;by Alexandra&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; You're throwing it away, you're wasting your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too young to know what decisions to make.&lt;br /&gt;You're too stupid to know what opportunities to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a teenager, too rebellious and wild to think.&lt;br /&gt;You're on the brink of falling over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take a step too far, be cautious,&lt;br /&gt;right now you're on the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to help, so don't raise your voice.&lt;br /&gt;It's not your choice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You must do as I say, you can't have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you want.&lt;br /&gt;You can't have what you hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't have your own dreams, you have mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't live my life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;so I'm going to make yours the dullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your life or throw it away&lt;br /&gt;because you're living it for me, my way.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZ5dsmAUI/AAAAAAAAABM/NEuPEjNesEc/s1600-h/annlollipop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 696px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZ5dsmAUI/AAAAAAAAABM/NEuPEjNesEc/s400/annlollipop.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353119582098161986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2742245050398986687-6856748827421639090?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/6856748827421639090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/trash-by-alexandra-youre-throwing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/6856748827421639090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/6856748827421639090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/trash-by-alexandra-youre-throwing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZ5dsmAUI/AAAAAAAAABM/NEuPEjNesEc/s72-c/annlollipop.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-4956443007755252197</id><published>2009-06-30T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:55:39.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LiFe as a teEnager..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZPlYc72I/AAAAAAAAABE/EmRZ3DOSmVM/s1600-h/Em0ti0nal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZPlYc72I/AAAAAAAAABE/EmRZ3DOSmVM/s400/Em0ti0nal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353118862606659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" class="Poem" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="Title" align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Difference&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="ByLine" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td class="PoemText"&gt; There is a part of me&lt;br /&gt;That feels I am different from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quite see,&lt;br /&gt;Something that I can't quite feel,&lt;br /&gt;Something so unreal.&lt;br /&gt;But this 'thing' is always there,&lt;br /&gt;This 'thing' with others, I will never share.&lt;br /&gt;So I push it to the back of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;All the thoughts of boys and clothes&lt;br /&gt;And make-up, it is hiding behind.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I have almost forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;It comes back with such ferocity,&lt;br /&gt;Angry and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost and sad,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever caused this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Must have been so horrible and bad.&lt;br /&gt;A lost memory or something else,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is,&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;I can never let this feeling show.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2742245050398986687-4956443007755252197?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/4956443007755252197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-as-teenager.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/4956443007755252197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/4956443007755252197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-as-teenager.html' title='LiFe as a teEnager..'/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/SkoZPlYc72I/AAAAAAAAABE/EmRZ3DOSmVM/s72-c/Em0ti0nal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2742245050398986687.post-1433315561326896558</id><published>2009-06-30T06:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:51:53.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GetTing to know each other..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;- i live in this world full of people pretending to be something there not.., but when i'm with you.. I'm the girl i waNna be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it -- I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know -- but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, . I am me, and I am Okay.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am passionate of what i desire, of what i am interested with, i set my on rules and i'm not planning on breaking them or even crossing over that boundaries because of that i can protect myself from all the hurt and agonies, because of that i am what i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2742245050398986687-1433315561326896558?l=dsensico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/feeds/1433315561326896558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-each-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1433315561326896558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2742245050398986687/posts/default/1433315561326896558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dsensico.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-to-know-each-other.html' title='GetTing to know each other..'/><author><name>diane jasmin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05268304699263689037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pbc7x80cBZY/Si-jNzGYDgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HcPo0ExYaGg/S220/23052009(005).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
